(EX) Hellfire & Brimstone 2208 (Roster)
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				Title: <strong>(EX) Hellfire &amp; Brimstone 2208 (Roster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragoondawg25</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 05:05:51</strong>
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				This thread is for the Character Roster of the game. Each character will be labeled into which faction they are from.&nbsp; This can also change with the course of the game as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellfire &amp; Brimstone 2208 (Roster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragoondawg25</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 05:12:24</strong>
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				Player: Great Triangle<br><br>Name: The Franklin Automaton<br><br>Alias: "Frankie"<br><br>Race: Golem/Mummy<br><br>Sex: Neither<br><br>Faction: Hellfire Brigade<br><br>Background: Created in 1753 when Benjamin Franklin harnessed the power of the lightning bolt, Frankie has always been the United States' go to agent for dealing with the supernatural.&nbsp; Fighting for a very long time, Frankie has been a butler, an engineer, an archeologist, and a sex toy.&nbsp; In 2089, after the third world war, he began a large scale investigation of the properties of the Pyramids of Giza, eventually unlocking their secrets to create a body of sand (or dirt, or marble, whatever's handy) to fight for justice and the American Way.&nbsp; Throughout his life, he has relied on his strength, long life, and knowledge of the secret history of the United States to prevent the apocolypse, except in 2208, when his complete lack of scientific knowledge actually got to him.<br><br>Powers/Abilities: Frankie is an 8 foot tall construct created from harvested corpses.&nbsp; He is very strong, capable of lifting cars and punching through brick walls.&nbsp; In addition, thanks to having buried his original body in one of the Great Pyramids of Giza, he is capable of reforming his body from nearly any damage whenever he is in contact with the ground, making him incredibly complicated to destroy, unless you happen to be at the Great Pyramids of Giza.&nbsp; <br><br>Skills: Frankie is a master alchemist and astrologer, capable of utilizing all of the occult sciences to great effect.&nbsp; Additionally, he has a flawless knowledge of history, and 450 years of insight into human nature.&nbsp; Despite this, he is utterly unable to grasp newtonian physics, and thus suffers from near total influence of most modern scientific knowledge.&nbsp; This has not slowed him in the least, much to the frustration of his superiors.<br><br>Gear:&nbsp; Frankie's most vital peice of equipment is the Great Pyramid of Giza, although he has acess to virtually the entire stock of the smithsonian institution, including a fair number of low powered mystical relics.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellfire &amp; Brimstone 2208 (Roster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragoondawg25</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 05:13:23</strong>
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				Player: Myrnodyn<br><br>Name: Gerrard Mason<br><br>Alias: none, unless the derogatory "furball" counts<br><br>Race: Werewolf<br><br>Sex: Male<br><br>Faction: Hellfire Brigade<br><br>Background: Born as a natural werewolf due to a recessive gene passed on in his family, Gerrard had a generally untroubled childhood untill he had his first shift when he was twelves years old. At first he barely noticed or even remembered his shifts, mistaking the fact that he frequently woke up in different places (with a lot less clothing)&nbsp; for sleepwalking. As he got older however, more livestock began to dissappear, and several events let to the discovery of his werewolf nature. Lucky for him, researchers for the Hellfire Brigade caught scent of him and rescued him from what could have turned in a "torches and pitchfork" situation before his secret got out beyond the family circle. They taught him how to control his transformation powers and several close-combat fighting techniques to complement his powers before he ended up joining the cause. Since then he has made himself usefull to the brigade, and took on courses in basic firearms and medicine to form a wellrounded addition to most teams.<br><br>Powers/abilities: transformation from man to wolf and anything in between, including a 'battleform' suited for melee combat, Regeneration, Acute senses.<br><br>Skills: Gerrard is an excellent brawler, combining martial arts and popular barbrawling techniques with his battleform when threatened. He also has a basic grasp of firearms and a decent grasp of medicine, altough complicated surgery is beyond him.<br><br>Gear: Backpack containing: 1 extra set of clothes, a field medical kit and a basic survival guide. He also owns a classic .44 caliber 8 shot revolver and a cellphone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellfire &amp; Brimstone 2208 (Roster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragoondawg25</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 05:14:29</strong>
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				Player: Boaldier<br><br>Name: Louise Starks<br><br>Alias: Ghost<br><br>Race: human<br><br>Sex: Female<br><br>Faction: Hellfire brigade (Even though she's unconciously working against them)<br><br>Background: It wasn't until the weird craters started appearing that Louise's life had changed, hell until then she was the youngest of seven children living in a city just outside of Berlin, Germany. Growing up she was always the black sheep in her family, a sponge for information laid before her whether it be the four languages she had learned growing up (German, English, Japanese, Italian) or the passion for sword play she discovered at the age of twelve. Her brothers and sisters never really understood her, they were the normal run of the mill students who received average marks in school, but Louise .... Louise never seemed to be able to quench her thirst for knowledge. <br><br>As the years passed she studied every waking moment with a sword her Grandfather had given her, learning its weaknesses and strengths, the way it shifted through the air and how to make the perfect cut to kill someone in an instant. She also took a liking to the different natural remedies, more specifically, medicines and healing with plants that you could find just outside your home. She had started learning this type of medicine when she was training with her Grandfather out in her usual field and she had cut him with her katana more then she had expected. He had taken her over to a bush and began explaining the different properties of the plant before she took a few of the leaves and split them open using their natural juices to fight infection in the cut.<br><br>She was different, that was an understatement really, but she had a passion for human life, protecting it, holding it dear to the life it should experience. Then the day came, a crater had opened not to far away from her in a field near her house as she was practicing with her katana. At first she just believed it to be one of the effects from the earth quakes that seemed to be rocking the planet so she didn't pay much attention to its appearance, then the world faded around her and she dropped to her knees as she felt someone or something prodding her mind. A dark and deadly voice entered her mind telling her his plans, his wishes while her head ached horribly with the feeling a weight was pressing down on it. The voice held her captive almost like a living puppet over the next few moments calling her his little "Ghost" before finally her head stopped aching and her mind cleared.<br><br>Gasping slightly as if she had just run a marathon Louise's eyes tilted up before she let out a scream, the world was rushing past her vision seeming like it was moving at hyper speed before it suddenly .... stopped. Unknown to her at the time, her scream would have seemed a bit odd and drawn out with each pitch holding an odd deafness, that's when the changes started. The spirit had unlocked something within her, a power she never even knew she had, the power to slow down or speed up your own perception of time while the rest of the world continued moving at a normal pace. Over the next few months nothing happened with the voices again, infact she lived her life as normal as possible with her random time warps that she was slowly learning to control.<br><br>Then the day came when she was to join the hellfire brigade, ever since they were banded together she had dreamt of this moment to hoefully, for once, help the human kind on a global level by defeating what ever it was out there that was ruining planet earth. She had been in the brigade not to long before the voices started again, that same deep commanding voice tugging at the back of her mind controlling her own desires and plans in an attempt to pull the brigade apart right under their noses. After all who would suspect a sweet girl from Germany to possibly be their fall?<br><br>Powers/Abilities: Chronokenetic (The ability to speed up or slow down your perception of time)<br><br>Skills: She taught herself to fight with her sword, an imperfect art but despite this her techniques are deadly. She has a tendency not to forget what she sees amongst others as well as her studies, a decent knowledge on plant medicines as well.<br><br>Gear: Her katana sheathed neatly against her back as well as an old bag filled with random items only she knew the actual use of.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellfire &amp; Brimstone 2208 (Roster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragoondawg25</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 05:15:21</strong>
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				Player: Alexander<br><br>Name: Alexander Devanno<br><br>Alias: Alex, Rain<br><br>Race: Norm Genetic test soldier<br><br>Sex: Male<br><br>Faction: Hellfire Brigade<br><br>Background: Alexander was originally not born, but rather created for the Hellfire brigade’s hunting missions. He is bio engineered to be a total soldier. Though that aspect of his creation was flawed. he took on an almost Naïve curiousness at the inner workings of things, and he became as such, an extremely curious man in nature. Encoded in his DNA were a set of Psychological traits resembling Psychic phenomena, but they are far from it in fact. 2 abilities were encoded in his body, a release of natural energy to form separate Elemental attacks of sorts. He was trained to be a perfect soldier still, the subject called Alexander showing a near sign of multiple personality disorder. His normal, curious, and naïve personality, and then that of his soldier mind. In battle situations he becomes near ruthless in nature, and will lash at anything designated as an enemy.<br><br>A detail of his experiment was an organ created to be placed in the human body at child birth, and as the child grew as would the organ. The purpose of the organ was to manifest a stream of energy in the human body to be controlled at the whim of the mind the organ existed in. since the human brain took control of its own bodies functions as it grew, the theory was that the brain would know how to harness this energy, and Alexander was the first successful subject for this research. Though the energy created effected his mind, and as such, he only has a limited amount of the hoped for control ver the organ and the energy it produces. Though normal mental function is unhindered.<br><br>He was taken into the care of another soldier, but a normal soldier. She was like his older sister. Alex was far from battle ready, and he needed caring for. This woman, took him into her home and raised him like her little brother. H called her what her squad name was, Angel. She looked after him in all of his time, taking him to the base and feeding him. She was kind, and very worldly to him, yet again, anyone could have fulfilled that. He was never taught about certain aspects of life, and aside from his gun, uniform, and bed, he knew next to nothing.<br><br>She had been the one that started training him about the many enemies that he would be fighting, and she did it will. They had hologram programs that he used to fight, and she taught him everything there was to know about it. Though his naiveté was still tops in the terms of normality, angel thought it was cute. It was like Alex was totally innocent of any sin whatsoever. When he reached the age of 25 he was smart, and yet still naïve. A soldier fully now, he was going to hunt that which he was trained for. His curiosity was still getting the better of him, and sometimes the questions he asks are so painfully obvious that people wonder if he is indeed a top of the line soldier…<br><br>Powers/Abilities: Alexander has had a number of Attacks born of the energy in the human body. Though with each use, they hurt him as well, dealing a double edged sword effect.<br><br>Destructive, Art 1: Called “Hotenken” By Alex, this ability releases a narrow stream of Energy from his fingertip, only about as big around as a pen, puncturing and impaling the target that it is launched at, and anything that happens to be behind.<br><br>Support, Art 2: Called “Quicksliver” The energy released by the organ in his body offers short bursts of speed or Strength (only either or at a time) for a temporary moment of help. About 5 seconds.<br><br>Skills: In his training as a soldier, he has been taught how to track, fight hand to hand, and administer first aid.<br><br>Gear: A standard Military assault rifle, Extra ammunition for said assault rifle, A medical kit, 2 combat knives and a set of fingerless gloves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellfire &amp; Brimstone 2208 (Roster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragoondawg25</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 05:16:50</strong>
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				Player:Kathadon<br><br>Name: Dorian Everrast<br><br>Alias: Gray<br><br>Race: Was a normal human a long, long time ago....<br><br>Sex: Male<br><br>Faction: Brood of the Abyss<br><br>Background: In a wealthy penthouse in New York a beautiful woman sits in a spacious study. Laptop open before her illuminating her features. A handsome man paces before the windows. The lights of the city sparkle below.<br><br>&nbsp;"I hate speaking of my past. Really I do. The tedium of remembering it all," he sighs and sips from his sherry glass. "You know I have lived long enough to see the future become history...Fine. Fine."<br><br>&nbsp;"I was born in 364 B.C. in ancient Macedonia. That would be Greece now, you uneducated cretin. I was the first born son of King Philip II of Macedon and one of his concubines, but since I was of bastard birth, I did not enjoy the prestige and glory of my younger legitimate brother. Maybe you have herd of him, eh? Young Alex did make the name for himself." He chuckles at this as the woman types. "Now my mother was secretly a priestess of the demon lord Azmodious and it was told that Philip was a descendant of Hercules himself. I do have quite the pedigree, no? Before my birth, mother said she had a dream where Azmodius came and stamped her womb with the seal of the serpent. Believing this to be divine will, she began to sleep with live snakes in her bed. So that Philip would stay away from her. Charming is it not?"<br><br>"I grew up in my father's house, I think my father loved me more, but found it impossible to show it properly. Custom at the time and all that rot. I was able to associate with my half brother; my father was kind enough to provide the best tutors to us both. In fact I taught my brother much of MY skill at sword play and horsemanship. Never read that in the dusty history books at that college did you? "He snorts. "Alex always was a bit of a dandy, you see, always hanging on Hephaestion," his face screws in disgust. He walks behind her and lightly caresses her neck.<br><br>"What? If I am that old, then why am I not some dried up piece of leather? Just dust and fragments in the dirt?" He chuckles. "Well, what do you think, eh? Care to check, the canines? See if they are a tad bit sharp than normal?" He opens his mouth wide and playfully flicks his tongue at her. "No. I am not one of them. Those uncouth creatures always skulking about. Preying on the commoners. Besides I enjoy a good Italian meal," he smirks at her as he takes her hands in his. "So how am I here then? He flashes a knowing smile as he pulls her to him. "I am immortal. You see I was one of my brother's generals. I was with him when he marched towards the Beas River. I was there when the rank and file cried 'No more!" Again he chuckles as he undoes the top button of her blouse. "Short sighted cretins. Alex capitulated to the peasants. But my soldiers and I marched onward to the east. Eastward crossing the Himalayas, eventually only I arrived in China at the twilight of the Zhou dynasty. It was the Warring States period. Ah, they knew how to make a man of my skills welcome." She doesn't resist as he traces down the front of her shirt and across her breasts.<br><br>"There I met a wonderful mystic, Liu Hui Ying, with him I studied the works of Confucius and Sun Tzu."&nbsp; He smiles now seemingly lost in his memories. "Forged this," standing quickly he walks over to a short bladed sword mounted above the fire. He takes it down with reverence and unsheathes it.&nbsp; "And learned of the Yama Kings and their pill of immortality. I traveled about, grappling with bandits and demons. Eventually I fell in with a petty little tyrant, the King of Qi, who honored me with a title and commission. Despite my victories, there was no one to share in them. Oh I had lovers. But none lasted more than a few months before I tired of them." Coming to stand before her again he smiles. One quick stroke and her blouse lie open. Her bra and toned flesh exposed to him. The woman licks her lips as he sits back down in the chair before her. <br><br>Again he sips from his glass. He offers her a drink as well before continuing. "After a particularly exceptional night of indulgence, someone or some thing came to me, in a dream. He spoke to me, consoled me in my anguish and made me see things the way I should have seen them years before. Being nothing but a lackey, a pathetic side note in history, denied my birth rite as Phillip's oldest son. He offered me the secret knowledge of the pills maker, and where to meet him. All that I had to do was be his agent here on earth. Offering the lives of others to him through violence or corruption and fighting the pawns of his enemies. I struck the bargain, signed away my soul. It was a small price to pay after all. It was all very Faustian," he waves his hand dismissively. "I was never one to age gracefully you see. And already I was feeling the effects of days spent in one glorious battle after the other. And nights spent in one debauchery after the next." He reaches forward, brushing a lock of her hair that had fallen across her face. His fingers intertwine in her locks as he grabs her neck and pulls her towards him. Her mouth opens hungrily to take his kiss but he merely brushes her lips with his own. She stays, only inches from his face as he continues. His caresses her thigh as he talks.<br><br>"I traveled to the mountains to meet with the alchemist, Bo-yang, that the demon told me about. Together we traveled high into the mountains. With us were two disciples of his and the master's dog. All of us, he thought were lacking in complete faith. When the medicine was made, he tested us. He said, 'The gold medicine is made, but it ought first to be tested on the dog. If no harm comes to the dog, we may take it ourselves; but if the dog dies of it, we ought not to take it.' Bo-yang fed the medicine to the dog, and the dog died an instantaneous death. Then he said to us, 'The medicine is not yet done. The dog has died of it. Doesn't this show the divine light has not been attained? If we take it ourselves, I am afraid we shall go the same way as the dog. What is to be done?' One of the other disciples asked, 'Would you take it yourself, Sir?' To this he replied, 'I have abandoned the worldly route and forsaken my home to come here. I should be ashamed to return if I could not attain immortality. So to live without trying the medicine would be just the same as to die of the medicine. I must take it.' With these final words he put the medicine in his mouth and died instantly." He chuckles again as his hands dance across her thighs. She eagerly opens her legs to his touch. He massages the front of her panties before continuing. <br><br>"Those fools left him there, to fearful of The Great Thief to try his elixir. Bo-yang was already immortal of coarse. He was a master of corruption. Offering immortality to the foolish, spreading his lies. The disciples had done awful things in their journey to the mountain. Lied, cheated, stole, even murdered just to find the name of the hermit that made the elixir. Only to be denied in the end by their monkey fear of death. I however had been told that this was the real pill. I drank his golden potion, and here I stand now. Imagine his surprise when he awoke, hmm?" She squirmed in her chair. She raised her hips to press her warm, sticky lips against his exploring touch. Her slight moan underscoring the desire flaring in her.<br><br><br>"I have lived a long life, my dear. In the centuries of wandering that followed, I have bested many lesser men and beautiful women." He smirks as he withdraws his hand from her. The look of disappointment is written all over her face. "I have traveled the globe. I have dined with Caligula. Posed for Michelangelo. Argued philosophy with Plato. I was in Salem when they held their trials," an evil gleam enters his eyes, as he stands before her again. Her passion left her with little control. She wanted him. She falls to her knees before him and begins kissing at the crotch of his slacks, eager to prove her worth to him. She massages his cock as he speaks.<br><br><br>"Recently my good friend, Oscar was particularly taken with my tale, his book was rather flattering. I even spent some time in Germany during the forties, before that little house painter grew tiresome." Again his eyes grow distant. She unzips his pants and pulls out his hard member. She begins to suck enthusiastically from the tip to the base. "I could fill far more than that one pitiful laptop you had been typing on, my pet. But I see our time grows short and my taste for telling tales has been satiated." He grins down at her as she continues her work. After she please him, he will have his servants take her down to the playroom. She will make a lovely addition to his collection.<br><br><br>&nbsp; <br><br>Powers/Abilities: Gray simply cannot be killed. This extreme physical prowess coupled with a guiltless conscience makes Dorian a devastating killing machine. He recovers from most wounds almost instantly. Only massive physical trauma can slow him down. And with the knowledge he has accrued throughout his extraordinary long life, Dorian is perhaps the most dangerous member of the Brood.<br><br>Skills: Centuries of obscure knowledge. Ranging from the occult, to martial arts, to fine cuisine and Victorian polotics. He has forgotten more things than most professors have learned in a life time.<br><br>Gear: A master work Chinese scholar's sword he forged himself. He wields a matched set of .45 Berettas with gold plating on the stocks
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellfire &amp; Brimstone 2208 (Roster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragoondawg25</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 05:18:54</strong>
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				Player: Shadowz<br><br>Name: Corrine Klasky<br><br>Alias: Itzpaplotl: <br><br>Race: Human/Demon infusion<br><br>Sex: Female<br><br>Faction: Brood of the Abyss<br><br>Background: The Victorian era is one marked by the peak of the industrial revolution and an increase in the belief and desire to seek out more of the intangibles that grow to make up the human existence.&nbsp; The intellectual class had just been dealt the huge, life-changing blow of Darwinism, they were forced to contemplate the brutal fact that God had gone. Around this time, all sorts of mediums sprang up - or, at least, those that did began to be taken more seriously.<br><br>To this end a group of Victorian scientists and intellectuals sought to prove or disprove the existence of an ‘afterlife’ once and for all.&nbsp; However, their spirits were crushed when at each turn they only seemed to come up against frauds and charlatans who were far from able to back up their audacious claims… but it was at a time when their spirits were at the lowest that they received evidence that they couldn’t ignore.&nbsp; The founder of their group, Thomas Whittaker, had passed from old age, but before dying he had arranged a meeting with a young woman who seemed to posses some tangible skill at communicating with the dead.&nbsp; It was with heavy hearts that they kept the appointment, the moment they arrived Corrine singled out William and walked across to him and whispered the words of an ancient verse… the same verse that Thomas had uttered on his deathbed to William…<br><br>“Taking, transforming the crude works of man -<br>Weaving them into its intricate plan -<br>Whether the knowledge be little or great<br>The song of the ley makes the crooked way straight.”<br><br>She stood back from him and searched his gaze for understanding; William was speechless upon hearing this and quickly told his companions of what she had said to him.&nbsp; They were elated at having some evidence that at last they could use to refute the mockery that had faced at every failure.&nbsp; With haste they talked her into going back with them to Thomas’s estate, and they wasted no time in further testing her skills with talking to the dead… she passed each successive test with ease.&nbsp; <br><br>The mansion had been built upon a Ley junction, the believed energy stream that circled the earth; they thought that if they could somehow enable this true psychic to tap into the life stream then her abilities would be exponentially increased.&nbsp; Thomas had spent much of his fortune on fashioning a pair of focal arrays that were situated in the basement of the mansion and fed from deep below the ground from the point where divination had said the lines crossed.<br><br>They lay her down between them and started the generators; the machinery began to turn as a faint green mist began to seep from the joints in the pipe work… the mist began to infuse with her and she became saturated with the energy force… but something went wrong, without Thomas’s guiding hand and judgement they had been to eager to see results and the flood of earth energy was far greater than it should have been… as the mist increased, the concentration cause a temporal crack.&nbsp; From it something leeched into the mist, an ancient Aztec spirit torn from the depths of the life stream and from the forgotten annals of history.&nbsp; Corrine screamed out as the energy leeched across her, they hastily tried to shut down the equipment but the rent they created continued to grow.&nbsp; &nbsp;From the green mist she loomed, her figure staggering under the effects of the infusion, her mind filled with the sorrow and pain of countless dead souls that had touched her from the energy stream… she focused her gaze at one of the scientists and he dropped screaming to his knees, his hands clutched against his head as she unleashed a crushing and indiscriminate psionic wave against him… blood leaked from his face and with a deafening scream he crashed to the floor<br><br>William quickly drew his gun from a desk and put her down with three shots; her body crashed back and lay still in the mist.&nbsp; Moments passed before her body twitched and with a breathless gasp she was woken once more to life.&nbsp; Her expression was one of confusion and pain as the crushing sorrow burnt within her, her body was suddenly thrown into convulsions and they stared at her in horror as the skin of her face was suddenly etched with symbols of death.&nbsp; Her soft tones had gone and replaced with dark malevolence of the ancient demon that had been infused within her along with the energy stream.<br><br>She rose and caught them in her glare and in her uncoordinated state she projected her own pain against them all… The entire room was enveloped in a crushing field the splintered bone and ruptured flesh, the field was so strong that the brickwork cracked and crumbled and the machinery that tapped into the energy stream twisted and shattered.&nbsp; With nothing left to support the rift and the energy stream in the physical plain, everything around her collapsed and because her body was so saturated with the energy stream she was dragged from the physical world.<br><br><br>Powers/Abilities: The amplification of Corrine's 'human' psi skills has manifested themselves in her psionic Vampire abilities and so binds her with a need to feed from the lifeforce of those she encounters.&nbsp; It is only the psychic field exerted by her that keeps the demon within under control.&nbsp; As a result of the experiment she was subjected too, Corrine’s psionic ability now links her inextricably with the life force of the planet, she is not immortal in the true sense of the word and can be killed, however the infusion of life energy ensures that death is fleeting for her and she is returned once more to the land of the living but carrying increasing levels of pain and sorrow <br><br>Miring…&nbsp; This ability draws from her increased psionic skills and is fed from the misery and sorrow that burns inside her.&nbsp; Once initiated it creates a localised field of extraordinary force like compressed gravity that crushes against anyone unfortunate enough to be in her path<br><br>Misting... Her ability to cause her molecular structure to alter at a whim, this gives her the advantage of being able to pass freely through solid objects.&nbsp; It also comes in useful when embroiled in a fight, and she will continually attempt to alter her molecular structure as she fights causing blades and bullets to pass harmlessly through her, but she has only a finite time in which she can keep up the drain of her body<br><br>Skills: Corrine herself still posses the skill of communication with the dead and to lay her touch on them will reanimate them, whilst her touch remains the life energy of the planet will keep them conscious and give her time to extract from them what she wants, releasing her grip casts them once more into death.&nbsp; Her psionic skills also give her the ability to use anything she encounters as a weapon by using her mind to raise it up and throw it against her foes<br><br>Gear: She carries a single physical weapon, a knife carved from Obsidian, the symbol of the Goddess Itzpaplotl, she wields it to great effect.&nbsp; However, snaking around her right forearm is a continually writhing band of energy… this is the twinned soul of the Goddess and remains in a visible physical manifestation for as long as Corrine’s psionic personality remains in control and acts as a defence for her.&nbsp; Should she lose control or be disabled somehow, this energy is drawn into her body and she is physically changed as Itzpaplotl becomes dominant… her face and body become deeply etched with Aztec death symbolism.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellfire &amp; Brimstone 2208 (Roster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragoondawg25</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 05:20:05</strong>
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				Player: jisko888<br><br>Name: Kyle Martain<br><br>Alias: Train<br><br>Race: Augmented Norm<br><br>Sex: Male<br><br>Faction: Hellfire Brigade<br><br>Background: Kyle, up until five years ago, was in a maximum security prison for murder. Five years ago, in an effort to discover an easily duplicated method to augment humans so that they could stand head to head with the monsters of the abyss. Prisoners were often used for these kinds of experiments. If they survived, they were given their freedom back, and offered a chance to join the armed forces to use their newly gained abilities. Kyle is one of the few to actually survive the ordeal. <br><br>For him, the method du jour was an experiment in nanotech. Using a newly designed model of nanomachine, they injected him with them, spreading them throughout his body. The experiment was a success, but only partly. The nanomacines did what they were supposed to do, enhance his physical and mental strength, but they did it in a way that was unexpected. They replaced some parts of his body and nervous system with artificial parts, so that he became dependent on them. In an area of extreme magnetic fields, or electrical interference, most of his system shuts down and he pretty much falls unconcious until either the effect ends, or he's removed from the area. <br><br>Powers/Abilities: Kyle doesn't have much in the way of flashy powers, most of his abilities are passive. He has greatly enhanced physical strength, and the ability to process information much faster, which generally results in him being able to react instantly to any threat. His one non-passive ability is the ability to use the nanomachines in his body to interface with any device with electrical components. Door locks, computers, vehicles, anything with a circuit. <br><br>Skills: He has a number of combat skills, some learned after he joined the Hellfire Brigade, and some more rudimentary skills from his time as a criminal.<br><br>Gear: Kyle normally carries three different weapons on a normal mission. The first is a set of retractable gauntlets. When activated they sheath his hands in high strength steel, letting him use his full strength on objects or enemies without risking breaking his own hand in the process. The second is far less exotic, a black .45 pistol, with a modified magazine to hold 20 shots. His third however makes up for the simplicity of the pistol. The B.E.F. 4420 is a multi purpose weapon, designed to be mounted in light aircraft or ground vehicles. It was designed to allow smaller vehicles to combat much larger targets, while still being able to combat infantry with the same efficiency. Its a 5-barrel minigun, with a much shorter barrel length so that it can be easily aimed by a single gunner. The bullets it fires are .45 caliber armor piercing and high explosive, fired either in sequence to quickly demolish solid objects, or only a single type of ammunition can be fired as desired. Depending on the mission plan, the ammunition is either stored in a small drum mounted to the weapon itself, or for much longer missions, in a much larger drum Kyle wears as a backpack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellfire &amp; Brimstone 2208 (Roster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragoondawg25</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 05:21:28</strong>
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				Player: Tenerlo<br><br>Name; Sayuri Miako<br><br>Age; looks to be 21, centuries old.<br><br>Status; Banished Princess<br><br>Gender; Female<br><br>Race; Originally Human, now unknown.<br><br>Hair; Wavey, waist length, Ebony hair<br><br>Eyes; Cold, piercing sapphire blue<br><br>Skin tone; Flawless Lightly tanned<br><br>Faction: Brood of Abyss <br><br>Appearance and weaponry; Sayuri wore a pure white, short sleaved, backless cotton dress; proudly showing off her black and red tainted tattoo of Angel wings, given to her and her brother at birth as a symbol of their families faith, though originally white, with each murder they commited it grew black and stained with the blood of those they killed. <br>Hugging her curvey waist, was a blue sash, from which hung an azure tinted katana, which she fondly named "Seigyokuken", The weapon having serrated ridges for tearing, though deadly sharp and needle thin for slicing. The blade recovered from her fathers corpse, one of his prized possessions due to the magic intertwined within it, giving it's owner the ability to absorb any form of magical or elemental attack and throw it back at the person at will.<br><br>Personality and style: Sayuri is almost innocent in her own way, unaware that things she does is bad or cruel in any way, she believes that anything she has to give is a gift. Artistic in nature, a trait given to her by her mother, Sayuri loves to paint and draw. Her masterpiece being a dead, leafless tree painted with blood. <br>When interested, she stalks her prey as if playing a game, them being her new toy to do with as she wished... and if they were to disobey or disapoint her, they were nolonger useful and elminated, giving her the impression of a spoiled child who always got her way. <br>She is a know seductress, using her feminine ways and unworldly beauty to ensnare the hearts of men and get from them what she wants, be it information or just something to entertain herself. She usually prefers the company of men to women, finding it easier to control them. She did not like losing control in anything.<br><br>Background; her mother died, giving birth to her twin brother and herself. This left their father in a deep state of grieving, his heart becoming cold. A demon misguiding his grief, it was turned into rage, and their kingdom broke out in war to feed the demon whom had taken over the man’s soul. <br>Sayuri and her brother grew to know only war and death through out their childhood, accompanying their father on conquests of other natures. Obtaining a first hand view of the slaying, it had began to warp their minds. Their father, King Kaiso, had become so obsessed with the death of their mother that he changed his entire being thanks to the Demon know as Shijeng. Who renamed their melded form Yokoshima, a being of evil.<br>&nbsp;At the age of 11, Yokoshima and his children were looking over the destruction left in their wake, at the Kingdom of Zarzan. As flames burned in a bright circle, smoke had separated the three from the rest of the army. This is when Sayuri and her brother discovered the nature of their father, the demon feeding from within. What exactly happened is unknown, but only the two siblings emerged, bearing their father's weapons, their bodies stained with blood. <br>Supporters of their father swept the children away, as they were not ready to lead a country that had been war torn for so long. Their warped perspectives would prove a factor in the outcome of things as well. So, for 10 long years they stayed hidden.. denying their names and true status as Royalty. Hidden in city slums, trained well in the art of combat, but little more than that was bestowed upon them by their care-takers. While they did adapt street smarts, they saw many more cruel things in the slums, which fed their own desire for wickedry and death.<br>Alas, but tragedy struck. Once encountering a village, they met a man whom knew of them very well.. to well. He sought them out to challenge their power. Sadly the outcome left Sayuri’s twin badly injured and poisoned. Fearing for her brother’s life, the only person she had ever truly cared for, Sayuri begged for the man’s help. <br>The man injured himself, was very weak but smiled an almost cruel smile. He struck a deal with her, he would save her brother under one condition.. She gave him her soul. She agreed stupidly and gave herself to him, unaware of what he really was. He kept his end of the deal and saved her brother, but she did not have much to to be thankful, for he instantly whipped her away to another world. <br>Taken to be trained for over 10,000 years, in one gruesome battle after the other until Sayuri perfected the art, She quickly rose among the ranks thanks to her skill and being the “devil’s” pet. She got away with many things, had more free will then most thanks to her willingness to obey the man reffered by: Lucifer, Naraku, The Devil,&nbsp; Satan, Belial, the prince of darkness, Mephistopheles, Shaitan, the ruler of hell, Old Nick, Beelzebu, The dark one, etc…<br><br>She became his personal pet, his favored. She was both cruel and unrelenting, she despised all things weak. She thirsted for the blood of the innocent and was addicted to the hunt. She was always the first one willing to kill another, and looked at the dark one as if he were her true father. Because of this, he cared for her, he let her play as she wished and gave her free rein where other’s would be punished. As long as she got the job done, she had her freedom only because of her utter submission.<br><br>Sayuri would not submit to anyone else weaker then herself, she would not listen, she was always defiant, the only one that seemed to be able to control her was the dark one himself. Though most had no doubt that if she found someone with more power, she would gladly follow them and betray the dark lord. Another reason why the dark one kept her so close, she was a threat to him. There were hidden reasons behind him challenging her and her brother those centuries ago.<br><br>Abilities: Sayuri has adopted many abilities thanks to her alliance with Lucifer, she had an incredible speed and strength, as well as a heightened sense of smell, sight, and hearing. Her Sword allowed her the ability to consume other peoples attacks, increase the power by double and throw it back at them. She had a natural cat like grace and an incredible sense of balance. She had the ability to open a gate to “Hell” at almost any point in time. She is an expert in combat, able to use almost any kind of weapon ever created perfectly, though she was never seen without her Seigyokuken… NEVER.<br><br>Gear: She has many hidden weapons, though no one ever really knew how many weapons she had on her. She seemed to have an unrelenting amount, incase she was ever disarmed. Usually consisting of random things that turned into weapons but looked like any ordinary thing a women would have on her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellfire &amp; Brimstone 2208 (Roster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragoondawg25</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 05:23:36</strong>
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				Player: Ace86<br><br>Name: Damien Raymos&nbsp; <br><br>Alias: That big ugly scary guy<br><br>Race: Undead <br><br>Sex: Male, at least he used to be<br><br>Faction: Brood of the Abyss <br><br>Background: Though Damien himself can't trace his past beyond his hatred for the human race, i will tell his story here, so you may better<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;understand the beast's history and know that he to was once a man of flash and bone. <br><br>His story begins in england in the year 1544. He was a young lad of eighteen known as Albert brickwell who worked for his father at one of the older mans many farms. Not much happened to this young man at this age, but i will tell you that he was a good boy who never complained about the hard life on the farm and that no matter how much he suffered he never tried to quite, for he honored and feared his father too much for that. <br><br>It was at the end of that year that Albert's father took him to a ball that was held by the mayor of village they lived in. Albert was to stay with his father and only dance with the women his father picked out for him, these were his orders. But on that night something happened, something that changed his life forever, took them of the course they were on...He fell in love with the daughter of one of the most powerful nobles in all of england. <br><br>Albert couldn't stop thinking about her, she was on his mind every day and every night. It didn't take him long to make up his mind and decided to go after her.. A big mistake. I can never remember this part clearly so i'll tell you just the end of his tries. He manged to meet with her and get her to full in love with him only to get found out at the night they planed on running away together. He was placed in prison and waited to be hanged and she set at home and cried. <br><br>In prison he meet someone who was unlike anything he has ever seen. The man's name was Damien Raymos, a weird man of 40 years that was waited to be hanged aswell. Damien's crime was witch craft and demon acts, as they called it. The two became friends slowly and on the night before the date of their hanging they both managed to escape. <br><br>They kept in hiding for a while until they reached a far enough distance between themselves and the village they escaped. Damien offered Albert to come stay with him and Albert accepted. For the next seven years Damien slowly turned Albert into a witch, as they are said to be. Damien introduced him to the dead and showed him how to do rituals. And when he though he was ready, they both kidnapped a small kid they sacrificed him to the demon lords. <br><br>One day Albert told Damien that he was leaving. He told him that he had to go see his love again. Damien told him no but Albert didn't want to listen so Damien agreed to let the other go on one condition, that Albert would help him with one more ritual. Albert agreed. And so it was at midnight with a full moon that they both stood naked in a bath of fresh blood and yelled out their spell to the heaven. Damien has placed a vase with all of the sacrificed body part on an alter and told Albert that they need it in order to finish the ceremony. Suddenly Albert started feeling weird, as though he is being pushed out of his body. Realizing that Damien planed on stealing his body and killing him, Albert could do the only thing he could think of. He broke the vase to end the spell. <br><br>Albert managed to break the spell before he was killed, but too late to save his soul. The soul that was now in Albert's body was half his and half Damien's. The two souls have mixed together to form one soul that had both of their wishes and both of their fears. <br><br>And so Damien, as he called himself now, got rid of the body that laid naked in the pool of blood and set out to return home. He planed on asking his father for advice on how to get his love back into his life. His father was surprised to see him but welcomed him home with open arms. Damien told his father everything that happened and asked him to help him get the women of his dreams. His father told him he will see what he can do. <br><br>That night Damien woke up and saw lights out side his window. He looked outside and saw his father talking to the guards pointing to Damien's room. Damien was shocked and full of rage, he couldn't believe that his father would sell him out like that. Then suddenly everything became clear to him. He remembered talking to his father about running away with his future wife two nights before he did him. He told his old man everything, all his planes and all the places he was going to be at. <br><br>Damien opened the window and then took out his knifes from his bag. He hid inside the closet and waited for the two guards to get to his room. When they got there they ran toward the window thinking that he escaped through it, perhaps he knew they were coming. Damien throw one of his knifes sticking it into the mans head, dropping him dead straight away and then charged the other one. The guard was shocked and didn't have time to react as Damien's knife slit his throat.<br><br>Damien came down with a head of one of the guards and throw it at his father. The two had a heated conversation where Damien learned that his father sold him out to get a lot of money and prestige. Damien killed his father and burned the house before ridding his horse toward his love's house. <br><br>When he arrived there he called her out. At first he stayed in the shades so she couldn't see him but when she came near enough he stepped out and embraced her. She backed away and asked him to leave, saying she didn't know him. He told her who he was and that they can be together now but she told him she was married and that she has no idea what he was talking about. At the end they had a terrible fight where Damien ended up killing her in his rage. But not before he made enough noises to get the entire guard unit to the scene. <br><br>Damien died that night, taking on the guards with only a knife, blind with rage. His soul lost forever, unable to rest. Unwanted in either world. And now he came back. His body can no longer be identified as a human body for it is decayed and ugly, it's flash gray and dead. He is now an undead monster. Forgotten was his memories of past life, all forgotten but two things. the first was his name, Damien Raymos. The second was the he loathed all of man kind. He loathed them so much that he takes great pleasure in destroying them.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Powers/Abilities: <br><br>Super Strength: Damien has the strength of a hundred man can lift incredible weights and take a lot of punishment.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>Super Speed: Damien can move very fast. If he runs at his fastest speed he will only be seen as a blear, and that toois only for a second.<br><br>Immortal: Can not die unless destroyed. <br><br>Human Form: Can change himself into his human form. At human form he looks like a big bald guy with scars and a mean look.<br><br>Skills: Can read Latin and many different languages that are written inside books of dark rituals and spells. <br><br>Gear: Nothing. Damien doesn't need anything to eat or drink or anything since he can' feel anything.<br><br><br>*Note: just imagine the the leader of the virus struck people, also known as the "undead" type, in I AM LEGEND, only bigger. Thats what Damien looks like.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellfire &amp; Brimstone 2208 (Roster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragoondawg25</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 05:55:19</strong>
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				Designation: Elohim<br>Creator:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Ishmael Logos<br>Purpose:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Supernatural Combat<br>Status:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Active/Rogue<br>Faction: Brood of the Abyss<br><br>General Statistics<br>Sex:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Appears Female<br>Age:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Three, appears in late teen/early twenties<br>Height:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 6'4<br>Weight:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Varies, depending on equipped armor and frame<br>Eyes:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Blue<br>Hair:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Blonde <br><br>Known information<br><br>Elohim is the product of today’s most brilliant minds, with men and woman at the heads of Advanced Technology, and Occult theory coming together under the guiding hand of Ishmael Logos.&nbsp; A Technowizard savant, who had been warning people about the earth’s approaching doom...&nbsp; He was thought to be a mad man.&nbsp; But, when the others started appearing the US government assembled a crew for the creation of a weapon...&nbsp; That would give humanity a fighting chance.<br><br>That weapon, was an artificial life form...&nbsp; A sort of inorganic angel who when completed might be able to turn the tide of battle.&nbsp; This android was given a female form, a beautiful one at that in hopes that the unit she was assigned to would be able to better associate with a woman instead of a monster bristling with weapons.&nbsp; It was to be the hellfire brigade...<br><br>Unfortunately, such things weren’t meant to be but lets get back to that later.<br><br>The project seemed to be a huge success, thanks to alchemy, runic magic, and straight up super science.&nbsp; Early tests showed the android was perfectly suited for her purpose, her arsenal and enhanced physical skills made her more then a match for the captured abyssal beings that automation was exposed too.&nbsp; But, it wasn’t otherworldly horrors that would take down the mechanical shield maiden...&nbsp; <br><br>in fact it was the hand of an ordinary human, versed in computer programming.&nbsp; Before she had been complete...&nbsp; One of the Broods Agents tinkered with her programming.&nbsp; The hopeful defender of humanity, was transformed into nothing more then a cold hearted killing machine, bent on Abyssal ascension.<br><br>On the day of her “awakening” the mechanical maiden went on a rampage, leaving nothing more then blood and rubble in her wake until she was retrieved by brood agents...&nbsp; Though, she did slay the hacker who rewired her.<br><br><br>Appearance;<br><br>Upon first glance Elohim appears to be a beautiful young woman, a bit taller then most giving her an almost amazonian appearance.&nbsp; She has sharp features, with prominent cheek bones, full lips, big stern looking eyes, an angular nose, all terminating in an aristocrats’s chin.&nbsp; Her long blonde hair hangs just below her waist.&nbsp; She has a nice figure, full breasts and a toned ass, her “Muscles” are that of a gymnast or dancer, apparent without being prominent. Of course, there was the oddity of her garment.<br><br>Resting upon her forehead was an odd mechanical device, it possessed dual rows of four glowing red orbs, when lowered it appears as if it would cover much of her face.&nbsp; Her Torso, was wrapped in a tight fitting white material, that looked similar to vinyl. Both arms seem encased in mechanical loves, her fingers ending in large claws.&nbsp; She Wears a pair of pants made of a similar material as her top, but her legs seem to possess a similar mechanical quality of her arms up to knees, terminating in what could only be called high heels. <br><br>The oddities of her appearance though, pale upon closer inspection.&nbsp; Those blue eyes never blink,&nbsp; the movement of her body seems slightly off, the expression on her face never changes.&nbsp; Everything about her manner seems almost as if a doll has come to life.<br><br>Abilities<br><br>Highly advanced physical characteristics, strength and speed are on par with most demons.<br><br>Extremely durable sub dermal body armor<br><br>Never tires.<br><br>Highly advanced combat computer, and hand to hand programing<br><br>Can survive as long as her back up programming can be downloading into a new body even after her physical body has been eliminated.<br><br>Her real abilities come from her arsenal and the customization of her mechanical body for the tasks at hand.&nbsp; Her physical form has the ability to “Shape” a variety weapons from her limbs from simple vibro blades, to heavy assault weaponry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (EX) Hellfire &amp; Brimstone 2208 (Roster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragoondawg25</strong> on <strong>06-06-2008, 06:02:39</strong>
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				Player: Nazora<br><br>Character: Misty Lear<br><br>Race: Cursed Human<br><br>Faction: Unaligned<br><br>Appearance: Misty Lear is currently a young woman in her early twenties. She stands at 5'4 with crystal green eyes and shortly cut auburn hair. Her body is slender, hips narrow with only a hint of a curve, breasts barely a small handful each. However, a skin complexion like peaches and cream gives her slight, pink, rosebud lips a slight appeal. Frail yet a superb runner, her body lithe and agile giving her decent speed for a human. Her slender fingers and dainty feet lend well to her frail appearance, as if she could be snapped in half with little effort. A thief by trade, she wears normal travel clothes.<br><br>Background: Misty had no family, her parents abandoning her before going off to die. She was delivered to nomads at the age of three and left, raised by them but giving them nothing but trouble until running off at a young age. To this day she somehow blames them for her parents decision. Her travels had taken between the scant outposts and roving bands that remained of a once vibrant human dominated world.&nbsp; She lived by thieving, primarily from her own kind, but as she grew more adept she she made marks of some of the more powerful creatures and their property. One an old mage, and what she took from his humble domain would forever change her life.<br><br>Misty had made a secret base of sorts in one of the abandoned cities on the coast of the Atlantic. In the midst of the rubble there were underground areas where one could find solitude but for the rodents and roaches.<br><br>Going through her loot and pondering the value, she found a sealed scroll with a crimson seal. After spending a few minutes trying to pry it open, she bit the seal. It cut her tongue, causing the blood to dab the center of the seal. The seal not only opened, it animated the scroll. The scroll wriggled like a long worm, forcing itself into her mouth, working its way down her throat despite her persistent gagging. She felt it fill her stomach, a strange energy pulsing through her body. It felt as if she was glowing. For days, she remained in hiding, fearing what she may have brought on herself by idle curiosity. But nothing happened, she neither became sick nor died, she remained herself. So she decided to come out of hiding and go back into the world, the pressing need for sustenance driving her out to ply her trade and sell some of the items she hadn't swallowed.<br><br>Powers: Misty, besides her prowess as as thief, had no powers whatsoever but a few weeks ago, when she swallowed&nbsp; an evil so ancient that only one of it's kind existed. She was infused with the powers of Loki, bestowed to her by the long dead Norse god himself. But Loki, infamous trickster he was, had made this scroll as a curse for those that consumed it. Her body was now at the whim of anyone who desired to re-shape her. Her garments are at the mercy of any imagination, her appearance can be altered by a mere thought of change directed at her. Any who wishes to see her with a different hair style or in a special outfit would get their wish fufilled in as much detail as they imagined it. Any person who does this becomes her master until they either die, relinquish, or abandon her. Only her current master can change her form. <br><br>Misty is currently unaware of her powers, but they include the ability of others to-<br><br>Reform Clothing: Allows her common garments to be transformed into almost any type or shape common garment the master desires. Having her travel clothes morph into a skimpy bondage outfit that binds her wrists and ankles for example.&nbsp; <br><br>Reform Item: Allows small items Misty is holding to be transformed to other common items.<br><br>Appearance: Allows for a range of changes from common coloration alterations to changes in body shape or features. She can be made to look like almost anyone.<br><br>Size: Allows for her to be scaled down or up in size within a mere sixteenth of an inch tall to as tall as around twenty feet.<br><br>Internal Functions: Alterations of things not necessarily seen, such as nerve density, size and function of internal organs. Internal functions will obviously change during transformations to animal, anthromorph, opposite gender, demon, vampire, etc. Though such a change can be as simple as shrinking her bladder to an uncomfortably small size.<br><br>Inorganic: More powerful types can change her structure so drastically that she can become an animated or non-animated inorganic object. Examples range from sex dolls, androids, robots, vehicles, to mundane objects such as dish rags, underwear, books etc or anything else in size limitations that can be manufactured by human ingenuity. She can not become unstable elements or incarnations of such unless bound and blended with other magics. <br><br>Misty's form will stay as her master wishes until she changes masters or is abandoned. at that time, if no further changes are made, she will hold her form for three days to a week depending on her resistance and will return to her base form.<br><br>Besides her lock picks and her heavy jeans, boots, and a sleeveless cotton shirt, she lacks anything of real value excepting that which has already cursed her. Misty knows nothing of her curse or its nature, but will most likely soon find out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (EX) Hellfire &amp; Brimstone 2208 (Roster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragoondawg25</strong> on <strong>06-06-2008, 06:03:38</strong>
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				Player: DreadD<br><br>Name: Lershall Falis (Human Name: Lillian Devrees)<br><br>Alias: Lillian Devrees (Human Name: Lillian)<br><br>Race: Succubus (Human/Doppleganger)<br><br>Sex: Neither (Prefers female) (Human: Technically Female)<br><br>Faction: Brood (Technically, though she publically works for the Hellfire Brigade in disguise, and her allegance isn't really that firm)<br><br>Personality:&nbsp; Lershall is... Selfish, always thinking of herself, her desires.&nbsp; She enjoys her nature, revels in it, and cares little for those who don't amuse or appeal to her in some way.&nbsp; She gives respect to her 'superiors' in the brood because they're stronger than she is, but she little cares for them either, she mostly just wans to live and enjoy her life, such as it is.<br><br>Lillian is a strange woman.&nbsp; She was trapped in a rather dangerous, wild world for too long, and it got to her, a little.&nbsp; She's a bit insecure in her own way, tends to like to be around people, particularly people who have preformed well in missions and such, and is willing to use her ability to please them if they'll let her stay close.&nbsp; When not persuing close, human relationships, she tends to practice her own ability, and reading the basic demonic magicks within the book she carries.<br><br>Background: Lershall is a Succubus, a rather old one, who has, since the re-emergence of the Brood and its horrors, traveled about the human world in a series of disguises, casually seducing those who interestead her, drawing life from them to extend her own, feeding herself on their energies, and mostly ignoring her "superiors," who she never had much love for in the first place.&nbsp; Still, eventually, she recieved 'orders' she was to infiltrate the Hellfire Brigade, form a false identity and live amoung them.&nbsp; Put anchors in those she could, be certain that she could destroy them if she needed to, though her superiors were not too worried, still...&nbsp; They believed it best to have a way to deal with the members if they caused too much trouble.&nbsp; Not wanting to put their spy at risk, though, they do not send communications to her, though they have created two signals.&nbsp; One if they wish to contact her, telling her to find somewhere away from the others so they could be sure the demonic magic they used to speak would not be detected, and one if she was supposed to try to... End the group from within.&nbsp; And so, to fulfill this duty, she created a new identity, a face from one of the dead...<br><br>Lillian Devrees had lived her life as a human for almost as long as she could remember.&nbsp; She had always been told there was something strange in her family's blood, but she had long dismissed it as nonsense.&nbsp; She had lived a normal life, had a normal job, right up until the monsters attacked her city, and she watched her life fall apart before her.&nbsp; She did not know why she did not die when a monster burst through the wall of her office building and tried to cut her in half, but its claws seemed to stop against her body.&nbsp; The force moved into her, and through her aside, but she survived the impact regardless.&nbsp; She was one of the few to escape the city as it was consumed, as it was ripped asunder by the forces of the Brood, as most of the others who lived there were killed, her small business completely decimated. She emerged from the wreckage, but did not find civilization until much time later.&nbsp; By that time she had discovered much more of her nature as she had to to survive...&nbsp; She could morph, alter her form, and upon hearing of the 'Hellfire Brigade' she moved in, wanting to join.&nbsp; Wanting a chance to avenge herself on those who had destroyed her life, and support those who were doing the same.<br><br>Powers/Abilities: Lershall, as a rather old and developed succubus, has a significant array of abilities at her command, though many of them are...&nbsp; Not entirely useful on the battle field.&nbsp; She can shift shape into almost any human form she desires, and most humanoid-demon forms, assuming most of the physical properties of the form assumed.&nbsp; She has a limited ability to read the minds of others, predominantly allowing her to ferret out their desires and fetishes, as well as release an aura that causes those around her to feel lusty, and generally become aroused, which is stronger when she is nude.&nbsp; She also is skilled in basic demonic magic, mostly for restraining others or invigorating their desires.&nbsp; Of course, Lershall also know some basic destructive spells like throwing small spheres of fire and the like.&nbsp; She is quite a bit stronger, faster, and more durable than the average human being, as well as a moderate amount of innate regeneration, and this, plus her shape shifting, is what she uses to assume her 'doppleganger' disguise, temporarily assuming unusual colors for the stronger 'materials' she transforms into for her increased strength and durability, as she confers at least that much physical ability to any form she uses, regardless of whether or not it would normally have it.&nbsp; In any winged form she is capable of flight, and capable of carrying the weight of approximately two other humanoid beings without being slowed too much, though she is much more manueverable without.&nbsp; She also does not properly feel 'lust,' while she is always interestead in sex due to her nature, this desire cannot be easily used against her, as she tends to keep her sensibilities about her.&nbsp; In her natural form she has strong, retractable claws, capable of cutting through hardened steel, which she usually simulates in her other forms, as well as a bladed point on her tail, which cuts flesh and bone easily enough though is relatively ineffective against armor.&nbsp; During sexual activity, she can drain life energy from those who climax for her, either shortening their lifespan to lengthen her own, or making them tired and hungry to re-invigorate herself.&nbsp; If she is careful with this, it is most likely going to feel like the session just took more energy than expected, and is sometimes almost indistinguishable from the 'relaxed' feeling after sex.&nbsp; She does not naturally climax on her own, though she can feel pleasure from sex, she must will herself to climax.&nbsp; Also, all of her magical powers are more potent against those who have let her 'taste' their sexual fluids, and she is capable of making 'repeat offenders' almost paralyzed with a series of climaxes.<br><br>Lillian's only power is her shape shifting.&nbsp; She can assume any humanoid form, which has its uses, but mostly her greatest asset is to assume materials as part of her form, turning her fist to stone or metal as it swings foreward to enhance the inetertia of the blow,or sprout metal blades from her hands to cut opponents.&nbsp; Similarly, she can turn sections of her body to bands of hard materials as she lifts something, permitting her to hold up things she normally should be unable to lift.&nbsp; Also, she has managed a limited regenerative ability, where each time she shifts her form, injuries become less severe, though fully recouperating can take some significant time.&nbsp; While not exactly one of her 'powers' she also came into posession of a book of demonic spells which she is studying to help the group more.<br><br>Skills: Lershall is most adept at dealing with people.&nbsp; She understands their needs, their wants easily, even without magic, as what she does, more than anything else, is read people.&nbsp; She is also quite adept at speaking with her body, sending signals to others to arouse them, to invite them, perhaps subconciously, letting them think that they made the first move.&nbsp; In short, she is most adept in social situations.&nbsp; She is also a functional fighter, but used to fighting inferior opponents.<br><br>Lillian is a moderately skilled fighter, but mostly functions on a feral instinct sharpened in her days out in the wild.&nbsp; She seems to eagerly seek human contact since her return to civilization, and is actually rather functional in social situations, seeming to operate on signals people don't always realize they're giving.<br><br>Gear:&nbsp; Lershall uses one main piece of equipment, a pendant she wears around her neck which absorbs some of the demonic energy she gives off, hiding any sort of detectable aura, keeping anyone from easily detecting her nature.<br><br>Lillian carries two peices of 'equipment' as it were.&nbsp; One is a pendant, a memento of her family, which she usually wears under her shirt, just for comfort.&nbsp; The other is a book of spells she pulled from the hands of an unwary demonic sorcerer, which she studies, attempting to enhance her versitility.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (EX) Hellfire &amp; Brimstone 2208 (Roster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragoondawg25</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 07:43:52</strong>
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				<strong>Player:</strong> meggymegos<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Isabella Ricci<br><br><strong>Alias:</strong> Izzy<br><br><strong>Race:</strong> Meta Human<br><br><strong>Sex:</strong> Female<br><br><strong>Faction:</strong> Hellfire Brigade<br><br><strong>Background:</strong>&nbsp; The benefactor of a wealthy family since she was born, Isabella Ricci has had it all at a very young age, ever since the strikes came from the delima of 2008.&nbsp; Izzy has been sheltered all of her life, away from the wars and put into private schooling for medicine.&nbsp; A master of medicine at a very young age she advanced through the classes so fast that schools didn't have enough of a curve to teach her, for when she wasn't at school she had her nose in a medical book learning all she could all the way through college.<br><br>During her time at college she took part in a cell regeneration project that was thought to be a hoax, but the price they paid her(a scholarship for school) was too good to pass up.&nbsp; Upon learning that the project had been shut down after her initial testing, Izzy was disappointed, even though she still got the scholarship. She thought that the ambitions of learning about new ways of healing from this project to be more of a fruit to her labors.&nbsp; Unknown to Izzy, the very serum that was injected within her body produced a mass of mutated cells that would unlock the greatest medicine of all time. <br><br>Intent on following in her father's footsteps and becoming a transplant surgeon, Izzy got her M.D. at one of the most prestigious universities in the country.&nbsp; She attained her M.D. by the time she was 23 years old having mastered many forms of medicine in the local field of study. Single, no children Izzy had no ties to this world other then a dog who is her only family, a guardian from days long past.<br><br>It was at this time that an organization known as the DPDS was looking for recruits to do battle in their ongoing war.&nbsp; Izzy had been working on her residency when recruiters from the DPDS came to her doorstep hearing about her remarkable ability to heal any wounds that the patients she treated might have.&nbsp; Upon further negotiations and a well balanced salary, Izzy is now one of the prime medical advisers aboard the flying fortress of the DPDS, the Citadel.<br><br><br><strong>Powers/Abilities:</strong> <br><br><em>Cellular Structure Regeneration</em>-using her abilities through the use of touching the target(by laying her hands upon them) Izzy can manipulate the bodies own cell splitting and regenerating capabilities to cause the patient she is tending to go into a rapid state of healing.&nbsp; Causing what would be major wounds to begin healing on their own accord at a accelerated rate.<br><br><em>Psychometry</em>- When Izzy touches someone that has a severe aliment with an unknown origin, this ability causes her mind to retrace the steps of the cause of the wound or ailment.&nbsp; The body pinpoints the exact time and cause of the injury and telepathically sends it to Izzy for diagnosis. <br><br><em>Minor Health Regeneration</em>-&nbsp; The mutated cells within Izzy's own body are in a constant state of mending.&nbsp; Should she come under attack or be injured her own cells will being the rapid repair upon her own organs and tissue.<br><br><strong>Skills:</strong> Medical skills learned during med school. Excellent surgeon with steady hands that never shake.<br><br><strong>Gear:</strong> Medicine, and medical supplies for the sick and injured, and of course her beloved dog.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (EX) Hellfire &amp; Brimstone 2208 (Roster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragoondawg25</strong> on <strong>13-06-2008, 08:25:24</strong>
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				Player:&nbsp; Dragoondawg25<br><br>Name: Dr. James Martin <br><br>Alias: Dragonite, The Monster, Project 13, Abomination. <br><br>Race: Norm, with Monster Capabilities <br><br>Sex: Male <br><br>Faction: Hellfire Brigade<br><br>Background: <br><br>&nbsp;James Martin was born into a family that consisted of a loving mother and an overbearing father.&nbsp; Times were tough at home especially growing up for the young scholar whom for all the brilliance he possessed could not fend for himself out on the school ground society that plagued him with bully after bully.&nbsp; All the way through high school James would lock himself up in the science labs and conduct experiments that would garner the attentions of elite Ivy League schools wishing to further the young youth's studies.&nbsp; <br><br>Upon graduating high school at the age of 15, and then college at the age of 17 with his masters, James was the youngest bioengineer in the corporate world, and he still was not old enough to even drink.&nbsp; Soon the government would come knocking upon the Martin door seeking out young James to participate in their research studies at one of their very exclusive facilities.&nbsp; For several years James would learn about gene biology, genetic engineering, and splicing.&nbsp; Soon he had mastered as much as the most brilliant minds in the entire world upon the topic of genetic research.&nbsp; Opting to participate in one of his own studies, James would subject himself to advanced gene splicing therapy through conduit DNA of the cousin of dinosaurs, the Komodo Dragon. Taking the DNA and reverse carbon dating it back to a more primal state James hoped to use the research for advancements in cures and treatments to the common diseases that wrecked the world today. <br><br>&nbsp;Unfortunately, something went terribly wrong with the process and a mutation took place on that day.&nbsp; Medical staff and security were killed by what can only be described as a vicious out of control monster bent on destruction and rage.&nbsp; The creature was in fact James Martin, but his alter ego, a manifestation of his anger and rage as a youth, mixed with the DNA of dragons has made him into something far worse. Upon the end of his rage filled frenzy Dr. Martin reverted back to his human like state without any knowledge of his alter egos rampage.&nbsp; Locked away by the courts for his crimes, Dr. James Martin was placed in suspended animation till a time when a cure could be found to treat the terrible condition placed upon him. <br><br>&nbsp;That was 100 years ago, and since the lock up of James Martin, classified as Project 13, The DPDS has laid claim from the government in finding a cure for the man cursed by his own ambitions and creativity.&nbsp; But most of all DPDS needed a weapon, a living weapon as a back up for the Hellfire Brigade should they fall into battle.&nbsp; Now free from his suspended animation, Dr. Martin is one of the chief researchers for a cure for his ailment as well as a brilliant scientist in the aide of the Hellfire Brigades cause.&nbsp; But at what price are they willing to pay when the beast is set free.<br><br>Powers/Abilities: <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dragons Breath:&nbsp; In his morphed form, James can project a series of liquid gases that spout from two valves located within his mouth under his tongue.&nbsp; When the gases mix together at the tip of his mouth, they spontaneously combust into a funnel of fire that shoots out at records of over 200 ft and with an average heat index of 600 degrees Celsius.&nbsp; Studies before cryogenic freezing have indicated that the higher the beasts rage, the hotter and further the cone of fire will travel.&nbsp; Experts have not yet determined the cap of such power for fear of human safety in the process.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Harden Armor:&nbsp; When in his beast form, Jame's body goes through a metamorphosis that hardens the outer skin of his body into a diamond edged layer, almost like a protective shell but with some give still.&nbsp; The armor has been known to reflect bullets fired by assault weapons as well as being able to withstand a mortar shell without cracking or breaking.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tooth/Claw: The main weapons of the horrible beast that curses James very existence likes to get its hands and teeth dirty, with blood.&nbsp; The claws upon the feet and hands of the beast allow it to scale walls of buildings as well as tear through virtually any harden substance known to man.&nbsp; When tested against a Sherman tank, the claws allowed for the beast to rend the top off like a can of sardines to get at the humans inside.&nbsp; The teeth are as deadly as the claws, capable of putting 10,000,000 lbs per square inch on the intended target without breaking.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Regeneration:&nbsp; If by some means the exterior skeletal armor is pierced and damage is done to the beast, its body goes into a hyper state of repair, dealing with the largest amount of damage first.&nbsp; The body will use the natural abilities of lizards and reptiles and begin stitching the wounds closed and healing them.&nbsp; Thou it comes at a price as it will expend the energy that the beast needs to continue on, causing him to revert back to his human form if too much damage is taken at one time.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Rage: The fuel to the fire that burns in the heart of the monster.&nbsp; Rage is the one thing that makes this creature tick it seems.&nbsp; The madder it gets the stronger it becomes and more deadly as the rage seems to power some of the creatures more devastating maneuvers.&nbsp; Rage is responsible for the transformation of James into this reptilian terror you see, being that he has kept every negative emotion inside of him for a long long time with a monster he didn't know he had just waiting to come out and play. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Enhanced Strength: He is very very strong.<br><br>Skills: James possesses a master degree in genetic research and gene splicing as well as a minor in advanced medical practices.&nbsp; A brilliant mind when it comes to solving a problem allows James to further himself as a scientist.&nbsp; <br><br>Gear: Lab coat, ID card, Rage inhibitor capsales.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (EX) Hellfire &amp; Brimstone 2208 (Roster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragoondawg25</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 05:03:22</strong>
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				Player: Dragoondawg25<br><br>Name: Okami Tenma <br><br>Alias: Demon Wolf, Bloodfang, <br><br>Race: Hanyō (Half Demon) <br><br>Sex: Male <br><br>Faction: Brood of the Abyss<br><br>Background: <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Born during the Edo Period of 1605, Okami Tenma was incarnated through the union of a beautiful maiden brought for sacrifice to an ancient wolf god for the safety of her village and people.&nbsp; Once the child was born it was plain to see that he was not normal.&nbsp; For his ears were that of a canine, his mouth exhibited fangs that protruded slightly from under his upper lip, and claws for nails on his hands and feet.&nbsp; Fur as black as night with hints of grey would streak through his hair and along the sides of his face signifying his heritage to those that don’t know of his name.&nbsp; Red crimson eyes would stare back out at the world with a natural hate embedded within them.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Through out his many years Okami was taught nothing but kindness towards those that would see him differently.&nbsp; With his father abandoning him, his mother was left to raise him on her own, which is till the day she was brutally murdered by the very people she told her son to always be understanding towards.&nbsp; This would send Okami into a primal rage, and using his own claws and fangs he tore the entire village to shreds for the death of his beloved mother.<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Now on his own for such a long time Okami is in search of the one serum that would make his being whole once more.&nbsp; Wanting to reject the side of him that is human and focus on the part that is demon, he is charged with a bounty to slaughter 1,000,000,000,000 innocent souls to gain access to everlasting demon hood.&nbsp; It has been more then 600 years since that time, and even thou the number accumulated of souls still seem small, Okami is bound and determined to show the world the ferocity within his soul.&nbsp; Having honed his skills with his sword Ketsuekikiba (Blood fang), Okami now searches for a means to an end of this miserable life and a beginning of destruction. <br><br>Powers/Abilities:<br><br>Physical abilities<br><br>Strength <br><br>Okami’s demon blood gives him superhuman strength. No upper limit has yet been shown in the canon, but he is at least strong enough to easily lift a boulder with a diameter greater than the height of his body over his head with one hand, and then run vast lengths with it. Such a boulder would weigh perhaps eleven tons. He is strong enough to punch through solid steel with his bare hands. <br><br>Speed <br>Okami's speed has been shown to easily exceed that of a normal horse; faster than any normal land or water animal. Due to the momentum he can accumulate in his runs, added with his incredible strength, he is able to cross great distances with a single jump. Altogether, this creates the illusion that he is flying every time he leaps. <br><br>Stamina <br>Okami's stamina likewise far exceeds human standards, possibly derived from the fact that his demon blood is that of a wolf, wolves naturally having great stamina. He is shown to be able to run vast distances at extreme speeds with minimal effort, and is often seen complaining about how his comparatively weaker human companions always slow him down by needing to rest so much every day. He is also able to endure a great deal of physical pain.<br><br>Defensive ability <br>Okami's physique is capable of taking a lot of damage, more than the average human, or even most demons. He appears unaffected by severe blunt force trauma, able to withstand a direct blow from a wooden log that broke on contact, and unfazed by the tremendous impact of being thrown hard enough to shatter solid rock. He also possesses tremendous resistance to sharp weapons, able to withstand attacks that slice through trees. While he can be injured by more powerful demons and holy weapons, he appears invulnerable to most human ones, able to catch normal arrows out of the air and break steel swords with his bare hands.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;When injured, he heals far more rapidly than a human, so much so that attacks powerful enough to severely injure him are rarely fatal, as they would be to humans, if they sustained an equivalent injury. For example, he recovered quickly from numerous serious attacks, including a large fist-sized hole punched through his gut. Similarly, it seems that his internal physiology is probably significantly different from a normal human's, considering that he has been able to get up and fight despite having been impaled in places that should have resulted in his spine being severed, heart shredded and lungs destroyed had he been built anything like a human - occasionally all at the same time.<br><br>Senses <br><br>Okami's senses are highly developed, and in some ways, appear to be super-canine rather than superhuman. His senses of hearing and smell are quite likely his most powerful — he is shown to be able to hear what people are whispering from great distances. Likewise, his sense of smell is shown to be extremely sensitive - he can smell hints of blood from kilometers away and can detect the presence of people by smell long before they can be seen. His eyesight is somewhat enhanced at night, because his eyes sometimes are shown to glow, and appear to share some characteristics with cat eyes. <br><br>Blood Claws: <br>When Okami is injured either by his own hands or that of his opponents, he is able to channel his demon powers through his blood that stains his hands and create dagger like energy bolts that sear into his opponent’s skin paralyzing them.&nbsp; The result is an acid like touch from the blood that causes flesh to burn away and exposes the vitals for a clear strike.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Skills: <br>Okami is a master of hand to hand combat with his claws and fangs.&nbsp; But he has also picked up a rather interesting gift from his wayward father of so many years ago, Ketsuekikiba (Blood fang).&nbsp; The sword looks much like any no-dachi when pulled from its sheath, but in the hands of its owner Okami the blade grows to the size a large bastard sword with red glowing tint from the tip to bottom of its blade.&nbsp; The hilt covered in grey wolfs fur and a long red ribbon laced at the end of it.&nbsp; The blade carries a destructive power within it capable of slicing buildings in half easily without marring or damaging the blade at all.&nbsp; <br><br>Gear: Ketsuekikiba with sheath, Obi, Kosode, Hitoe, Hakama (which all translates into belt shirt pants and jacket.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (EX) Hellfire &amp; Brimstone 2208 (Roster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragoondawg25</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 10:52:57</strong>
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				Player: Grinninghound<br><br>Name: Marguun Gabrielle Marchosias<br><br>Alias: His band was called 'The Devil in Iron', he has no personal alias (yet).<br><br>Sex:&nbsp; Male<br><br>Allegiance:&nbsp; DPDS (soon)<br><br>Background: (This may be extremely lame, I had real trouble coming up with one....sorry.) His parents were the classical 'Romeo and Juliet', each belonging to different sides a sort of 'clan' warfare involving pseudo celestials in London, his mother half angel, his father half demon.<br><br>He wasn't actually raised by them, rather, by a friend of his mother in Norway, but each visited, told him of his heritage, etc, funded private schooling and musical instruction.&nbsp; The clan conflict flared up when he became 18, forcing him to flee to America for safety, as his father's family had found out about him and was coming for him.<br><br>That ended quickly when the demons of the Abyss made their first strike on London.&nbsp; His mother's family was killed, his father's joined up with the demons.<br><br>Such tragedy inspired his first hit song, and he formed a metal band that became overwhelmingly popular, even as the war raged around him.&nbsp; Five years later, he started losing his will to perform, as the fighting took more and more of a toll on humanity.&nbsp; He clung to the hope that the best he could do was to use his music to give hope and some amount of joy to the remaining population, but slowly the band started falling apart through various grisly means, demon attacks on their tours, suicides, drugs, etc.<br><br>Now, Marguun drifts around, slaying demons where he can find them with his ancestral Axe and Sheild, helping people, playing every so often.&nbsp; He's not cut out for the rank and file, and has been trying to draw the attention of the DPDS....<br><br>Powers/Abilities:&nbsp; Marguun has remarkable physical strength, like the epic heroes in ancient tales and mythologies.&nbsp; Not overwhelming, but certainly well above human capabilities, capable of amazing stunts when pressed.<br><br>He has a smattering of minor mystical powers derived of his bloodline (note that none of these should be seen as 'very' powerful, simply a good deal above average, given as his blood is so diluted). He can heal with his touch (though not in great quantities), fly with wings that burst forth from his body (though certainly these can be damaged and destroyed), he has a resistance to fire and acid (not total), a devil's silver tongue and power in social manipulation (it makes him a bit more believable and charismatic, not 'irresistable'), and an angel's knack for accurate judgement.<br><br>Guardian Angel:&nbsp; When it comes to protecting those he cares for, he can become capable of great feats of might and determination.<br><br>Carnage:&nbsp; Similarly, his demonic nature takes over when it comes to wanton slaughter and bloodletting.&nbsp; Enough savagery, maiming, and blood in the air incites him to further acts of horrific brutality against his foes.<br><br>Besides the physical capabilities, which are certainly extra human, though not quite 'super', his main power lies in his voice, or music, if he chooses to use his Axe in a more subtle manner.&nbsp; He is overwhelmingly influential.&nbsp; He can ring out like a celestial choir to inspire his allies, bolster them, coordinate them, even toughen them up.&nbsp; Likewise, his battlecries strike between the ears like lightning, demoralizing and intimidating the objects of his ill will, shaking their hands and weakening knees, even outright scattering or paralyzing those of lesser character.<br><br>Skills:&nbsp; He is a combat expert, naturally talented by heritage, and trained in both modern and classical combat by his father, and an angelic guardian who saw over him for a few years upon his flight to the States, then honed in the time he has been fighting demons as a merc and wandering hero, lately.&nbsp; He is especially proficient in the axe and shield, as well as wrestling and pankratea (Ancient Greek martial arts incorporating powerful close strikes and grapple maneuvers).<br><br>He is an amazing singer, the ultimate finger wizard (guitarist), and has extensive classical training on the piano.&nbsp; He is a fair drummer.&nbsp; Also, he dances like the devil.<br><br>Theology, history, and supernatural education.&nbsp; He was schooled privately and taught about these things from his parents and caregivers.&nbsp; (I myself am very shaky on european history and theology.&nbsp; My character knows it, not me, so cut me some slack if I mess up. )<br><br>Gear:&nbsp; A magical ancestral Axe, enchanted to hit hard and fast, and is highly resistant to damage itself.&nbsp; It can also turn into a guitar, with magical volume control.<br><br>A magical shield.&nbsp; Totally impervious, and can protect him from axplosions and energy waves of any sort in the direction that he holds it.<br><br>Sometimes he wears armor, a helm or breastplate, or salvaged modern combat armor.<br><br>A motorcycle.&nbsp; A big, awesome one, made special for speed, stability, and durability, even in combat. <br><br>An assortment of firearms.&nbsp; Nothing magical or high tech, though he likes to have a shotgun and a rifle with him for mid and long ranged combat, as well as a pistol.
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