BROKEN GROUND:~ Character Profile Thread
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				Title: <strong>BROKEN GROUND:~ Character Profile Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeyKnight</strong> on <strong>18-01-2012, 06:40:04</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><em><strong>Profile Skeleton</strong></em></span></span><br><br>This is simply so we can all get to know the characters a bit more. You want to play? Send me this skeleton filled out for your character in a PM. Thank you :)<br><br><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>DO NOT POST YOUR PROFILE HERE UNTIL I HAVE APPROVED IT.</strong></span></span> <br>Thank you.</div><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[center][size=20pt][color=INSERTCOLOR#1]†• † •[/color][color=INSERTCOLOR#2] FULL NAME HERE [/color][color=INSERTCOLOR#1]• † •†[/color][/size] <br>[size=10pt]• USERNAME HERE •[/size][/center] <br><br>[floatright][img]INSERTIMGURLHERE[/img][/floatright] <br>[size=10pt][color=INSERTCOLOR#1][b]|| : But you can call me : ||[/b][/color] <br>[color=INSERTCOLOR#2]NICKNAME [/color] <br><br>[color=INSERTCOLOR#1] [b]|| : Last I checked : ||[/b] [/color] <br>[color=INSERTCOLOR#2] GENDER [/color] <br><br>[color=INSERTCOLOR#1] [b]|| : Just a number : ||[/b] [/color] <br>[color=INSERTCOLOR#2] AGE [/color] <br><br>[color=INSERTCOLOR#1] [b]|| : How I roll : ||[/b] [/color] <br>[color=INSERTCOLOR#2] SEXUALITY [/color]&nbsp; <br><br>[color=INSERTCOLOR#1] [b]|| : Where I stand : ||[/b] [/color]<br>[color=INSERTCOLOR#2] POSITION IN STRATCLAW (ie. Tribe member, wanderer/drifter/stranger, guard, scout, healer...etc.)[/color]<br><br>[color=INSERTCOLOR#1] [b]|| : My little parlor tricks : ||[/b] [/color] <br>[color=INSERTCOLOR#2] POWERS- DON’T BE RIDICULOUS, LIMIT IT TO ONE POWER OR ONE MUTATION [/color] <br><br>[color=INSERTCOLOR#1] [b]|| : Underneath It All : ||[/b] [/color] <br>[color=INSERTCOLOR#2] PERSONALITY, ONE PARAGRAPH MINIMUM. [/color]<br><br>[color=INSERTCOLOR#1] [b]|| : Where I’ve been : ||[/b] [/color] <br>[color=INSERTCOLOR#2] BIO, ONE PARAGRAPH MINIMUM. [/color]</code></pre><br><br><div align="center">So you can see what the finished product should look like, here is a <span class="bbc_u"><strong>SAMPLE COMPLETE PROFILE:</strong></span></div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">†• † • Odette Faith Carlton • † •†</span> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">• DeyKnight •</span></div> <br><div class="floatright">(http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w223/Mirrahs_echo/Anime Women/Amalthea2-1.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>|| : But you can call me : ||</strong> <br>Detta. Call me anything else and your voice will be suddenly 3 octaves higher than it used to be.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Last I checked : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Bitch.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Just a number : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;34 &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : How I roll : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Men. Though keep your hands to yourself, because I can kill you eight different ways with a paperclip. &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Where I stand : ||</strong> <br>&nbsp;Field Marshall<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : My little parlor tricks : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Physical Camouflage: She can alter the coloring and texture of her body and clothes to blend in to the surroundings as though she were part of them and remain unseen. (Not invisible! Can still cast a shadow and such.) &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Underneath It All : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Not the easiest person to get along with? That's the understatement of the century. I'm not easy to get along with ever on anything, unless your trying to pick a fight. Then we'll get along swell. Or if you're about 10 years old and your nickname is Li'l Miss. I've got a soft spot for kids, but even that only goes so far. I'm not the type to bare my soul to anyone or have lovers or anything. If you knew my history with men, you'd understand why. But I'll tell you one thing: There's not a man you can put out in the field that can accomplish what I can. Sure that might have to do with the fact that I have a death wish or two. ( "...or 56..." ) Shut up! <br>Oh. And one more thing: I don't break. Ever. I don't care what you've heard from anyone anywhere; I don't break. Got it?!<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Where I’ve been : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;That's a No. A big fat fucking NO. What part of "No" are you missing?!<br><br>Fuck.<br>Fine. <br>No questions, though! You get it as I tell it and that's all ya get, y'hear?!<br><br>A'right, so...I was born, I'm living, and someday I'm gonna die. The end. <br><br>What?! It's true!! Ugh, FINE! If you promise to shut up!<br><br>So the fact is, ever since I was a babe, I've been a hellion. See the hair? Yeah. Hellion. Got the hair from my Mama. Pops had black hair...well, it had grey in it, but that's not the point. The only difference between my older brother, Thane, and my father was the hair color: Thane's hair was as red as mine and mama's. But Thane grew to be as big as Pops, while I stayed on the average side like Ma. <br><br>So back to what I was saying, I was a hellion. My family didn't do much to stop me either. Ma said it was good for a woman to be strong, and Pops always said that it was best if I got it out of my system while I was younger. Problem was, it wasn't just something that was 'in my system'; it was hardwired into my psyche. Though, I guess you could say, as a kid, the trouble I got into and the havoc I caused was a lot more innocent than what I got into as I got older. <br><br>But I wasn't the only Hellion. My whole family's last name should have been Hellion, instead of Carlton, but oh well. We were a family of scouts and fighters, Ma and Pops were Elites, so I was mostly raised by my brother, but still. We followed in their footsteps, spending all our time training...well, mostly. Thane spent quite a bit of time flirting, and I spent a lot of time pranking him...so about half our time was devoted to training I guess you could say. <br><br>You noticed, eh? Yeah. Past tense. Everyone but me died. Ma and I were attacked by Spidrens once, and the venom that they inject into you leaves you...*shudder*...I don't want to talk about it. Just know that Ma didn't come back from that, and I was lucky that I did. I almost died out there with her. Anyways, enough of that, my brother and father died in a Sludge Passing. The Sludge was coming and my father and brother were using their Earthbound and Woodbending techniques to try and slow the flow so that Stratclaw could get under ground...but they got caught in the overflow and were taken from me. I was alone. <br><br>There is another story here that I'm not going to tell, just know that it scarred me for life. And it's the reason that I don't like to be in the infirmary. My older brother and I both had issues with infirmaries; different reasons, but the same person was the cause of it. And no, my brother doesn't know, so don't go pestering him about it...until recently, I thought no one knew...but well, apparently Keegan witnessed an 'episode' and has kept it a secret. No. I'm not going to tell you. You don't need to know.<br><br>Growing up, I was really close friends with this kid named Gippal, who was three years younger than me. Kid was a nutcase, but then again, so was I. We were like two very different peas in a very cozy pod together. We had our special tree that we carved things in, kept score on, and buried things under. That tree is long gone now though. Burned it to the ground. Why? You don't need to know anything more than Gippal died. <br><br>What did I say about questions?<br>That's what I thought. Keep your mouth shut and be happy with what you're getting.<br><br>Anyway, Thane came back, 7 years later, but he came back. And now Gippal's gone, and my friend Keegan...well. I'm not going to delve into that. I told you earlier I don't bare my soul to people, so I'm not going to start now. Just know that it's...complicated. <br><br>...then again, what in my life ISN'T?!<br><br>Now VAMOOSE!! &nbsp;</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ Character Profile Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>18-01-2012, 07:33:03</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">†• † • Gray Wilder • † •†</span> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">• TheHangedMan •</span></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w223/Mirrahs_echo/manu-bennett-1.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>|| : But you can call me : ||</strong> <br>Gray, Pain <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Last I checked : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Male. &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Just a number : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;25 &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : How I roll : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Women, of course. &nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Where I stand : ||</strong> <br>&nbsp;Guard<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : My little parlor tricks : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Psychic Shock: Gray is able to cause others to suffer extreme pain. In humans, this usually manifests in feeling like they're experiencing a severe migraine; the kind that makes every light too bright, every noise too loud, the kind of migraine that makes the world spin and makes you want to empty the contents of your stomach all over the ground. Other living creatures experience different reactions to the attack, but it's almost always unpleasant (Like a Bull Ant suddenly frenzying and attacking the nearest thing close to it, like its compatriots), and some times, fatal. There is a kicker to this power, however, and that is that Gray must injure himself to make it work. He needs to be in pain; something about experiencing it gives him the necessary "mojo" (he needs to be having an adrenaline rush to get the power to function properly; he finds self-harm an ironic and workable way of using it. Even if someone explained away the adrenaline need, he's become fixated on needing to injure himself in order to use his power.) &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Underneath It All : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;I like these guys and gals around me. I try to do right by them, because I know they'll try to do right by me, too. I chose to become a guard because I feel naturally drawn towards the vocation. I neither fear pain (actually finding joy in it), and can even enjoy seeing others in pain (If I think they deserve it). I also have no qualms about killing (whether it's another man, or one of the Kreatures that threaten our community), and will not shy away from it when I feel it is justified/warranted. <br><br>I have some times heard it said that I am a clannish person; that even in this small community, where everyone knows everyone else, their are those here who I hold above the others, regardless of their rank or occupation. It's true. Their are people out there that I care strongly about, and if anyone or anything tries to hurt them, <em>I will make them feel the pain and anguish of a hundred deaths.</em>&nbsp; I do <strong>not</strong> tolerate my friends being harassed, bullied, or hurt in any way, shape, or form, and whoever dares to do so better be ready to deal with the consequences.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Where I’ve been : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Born the son of Richard Wilder, and Jelanda (Maiden name: Grayle), he grew up in the village. His father was the caretaker of the graveyard, and his mother helped him with that, in addition to generally being a jack-of-all-trades around Stratclaw. She never did anything consistently, but if you ever needed a hand with something, she was the person to go to. The fact that Gray is a quick learner is often attributed to his mother.<br><br>As Gray grew older, he had a lot of responsibilities, helping his parents with tending to the house and the graveyard. His wiry, deceptive strength can easily be attributed to this.&nbsp; Besides work around the place, his father also taught him how to fletch arrows, and to string and shoot a shortbow; his favored weapon. <br><br>Gray discovered his power when he was 16; a late bloomer, some might say, but up until then, nobody had an inkling of what he could do. Neither of his parents were 'gifted'; nor was anyone in their family possessed of any special traits. It was easy to assume that Gray was the same.<br><br>One day, while he was still in the course of training as a guard, their was a Bull Ant attack. He attempted to fight them off with the rest of the guards, but due to underestimating his enemy (something he will never do again), he ended up being on the receiving end of a beating.<br><br>As the Bull Ant continued to snap&nbsp; at the teen, something in him snapped. He's not sure what he did, how it all worked; but all of a sudden, the creature backed off, and started&nbsp; shrieking in pain. It ended up bashing open its head on the wall, killing itself in a spectacularly brutal fashion.<br><br>And then he blacked out. He came to, a full day later, where the events of that day had to be repeated to him.&nbsp; Nobody was sure what happened with the Bull Ant; nobody in the village had the power to do anything like that, and it was entirely out of character. But hey, maybe they just didn't understand the once human things.<br><br>He never did fully recover from the injury he took, and walks with a modest limp; on a good day, he is able to move without too much difficulty (though it shows when and if he runs), though he does have bad days where anyone would be able to tell he had some sort of injury. <br><br>It took a full year of the encounter being replayed, over and over, in his head, before he realized something. Whatever happened to the Bull Ant, it had to have been something he did. Possessed of a natural inquisitiveness, he then proceeded to experiment, in many different ways, to try and see if he could trigger that power again.<br><br>By the time he was fully done with his training, and officially a guard, he had figured out two things. The first is that pain was the trigger for his power; the second is that he is a masochist. Eventually, he was able to explain this to others, mostly the men and women he trained and grew up with.<br><br>Nowadays, most people know exactly what it is that he can do; it's fairly well accepted, even if its seen as strange by most (in so far that it requires a 'sacrifice' of sorts from him). His power, in addition to his high pain threshold, are exactly how he earned the nickname of "Pain". </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ Character Profile Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeyKnight</strong> on <strong>18-01-2012, 07:48:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">†• † • Netanya Areli Harel • † •†</span> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">• Lemon Lime •</span></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv301/mh0916/assassin_by_selworks-d4h5qlx-1.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>|| : But you can call me : ||</strong> <br>Netanya, it’s my name after all. Some people call me Netty, that’s fine too. &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Last I checked : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Female &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Just a number : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;27 &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : How I roll : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Men, mostly. Many people speculate one way or the other and no one has ever been corrected or confirmed correct. &nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Where I stand : ||</strong> <br>&nbsp;Tracker/Scout <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : My little parlor tricks : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Extremely enhanced senses... with a catch. If she wishes to enhance her ability to hear (like a pin drop in a crowded, noisy room), she must cut off all other senses, sight goes black, she can’t feel, smell, taste, everything else is gone. Her body freezes much like a statue and she can “flip back to normal” by focusing herself back or if she’s attacked and physically harmed. In order to have one extra strong sense she must lose all others. &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Underneath It All : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;I’m nice, quiet, and everyone thinks I’m analyzing them. Truth be told I am a little, but mostly because I’m not the best at socializing. I have friends and I’m generally nice to people. I’m often sitting alone reading, or practicing on focusing my senses – I want more control of them and when I practice I’m vulnerable and don’t want to many people around. Because of all my reading and alone time I am sometimes a know-it-all. A lot of reading over the years makes you that way. I got my job from my gifts and perfected it(or trying to) – which is where my confidence comes from. I am the first to go out in a hunting party and the best tracker in the business, at least in my opinion. Although I sometimes wish I had more friends I will never admit it and am more likely to ignore people that come up acting “to friendly”. Despite my stand off nature I tend to be(“tend to” being key there) a good person, even though I usually have a scowl on my face.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Where I’ve been : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Oh you know, here, there, and even over there. Honestly my life is pretty straight forward. Do I want to tell you about it? Not really, no. Will I... sure. Raised by my mother who was a well established doctor and no father. Mom didn’t like discussing the details and eventually I found out he turned into a Reaver and was killed later. That all happened when I was barely 5 but then I was already discovering my “gifts” as mom kept calling them. <br><br>One day I was reading and having difficulty, I concentrated harder and harder when all of a sudden, light flooded my eyes, things became more clear, the words on the page vibrant and the world around me in all new details – but at the same time, my hearing cut out, I couldn’t feel, move, smell and I panicked. Within a flash it was all gone and I sat in my chair panting and terrified. From then on I was taught how to focus on one, I how to make sure when I “went statue” to be up against a wall, so nothing could come up behind me, to be able to come back faster, easier. And learning that when I get punched in the face it brings me back even faster – and I can definitely feel a broken nose, afterwards. <br><br>I trained to be athletic, strong, fast, to run for days and then slow myself down to “focus my senses”. Mom didn’t like that I was becoming a nimble girl with a knife and tried to get me to do anything else, that was not about to happen. I loved and resented my abilities but worked my butt off to hone them, and make myself stronger – no point in being weak if I constantly make myself prone to attack. Although, all the muscles in the world don’t stop sludge or an axe from destroying you when you can’t move. <br><br>Mom checked out mentally years ago, due to all the horrifying crap she had seen as a doctor - and then died a year ago at her own hand. I never talk about it and never will... ever. No siblings and now I live alone reading any book, manual, pamphlet, anything I can get my hands on and working. <br><br>I lead a most exciting life. Not really, but my job keeps things interesting. I don’t really discuss what I do but I don’t really have anyone to discuss anything with. A few friends sure, I tried a boyfriend but it didn’t work out, but no one I’m super close with. <br><br>Everyone understands my gifts and because of that many people think I’m spying on them. It also doesn’t help that I don’t tend to be around many people, it still bothers me that I can be so vulnerable. I am a bit misunderstood but I don’t feel the need to correct people or try to convince them of who I really am. Being an enigma is something I’m a bit fond of – I like to keep people guessing, if they are guessing... I’m not real sure.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ Character Profile Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeyKnight</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 05:36:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">†• † • Pontius Ironhands • † •†</span> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">• Kevben Battleheart •</span></div><div class="floatright">(http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w223/Mirrahs_echo/8524d8edf5a296461089fed39d0ab0ee.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>|| : But you can call me : ||</strong> <br>Ferrus Manus or Iron Hands &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Last I checked : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;A cheeky bastard &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Just a number : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;29 &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : How I roll : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Women, what else? &nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Where I stand : ||</strong> <br>&nbsp;I'm the blacksmith of the town, usually forging weapons and the various things we need<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : My little parlor tricks : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Heat Manipulation: His powers are unknown to him as they are done subconsciously as he works, but Pontius is able to play around and manipulate the heat of flames and how hot the metal is when he touches it. This is pretty evident when he reaches into the flames of his forge and plucks whatever he’s working on right out of the fire. This has its drawbacks, however. Firstly, the nerves in his hands are dead so that it makes it a bit of a challenge to make sure that he’s gripping something and isn’t empty handed when he’s supposed to be straightening a blade with his hammer. Also, his power is tied to his mood. When he’s in a good mood his powers are at its best but when his attitude sours it becomes fickle. When he’s angered, that’s when things get dicey as he loses control and any source of fire around him flares up and becomes deadly until he calms down. These are usually apparent with the weather, as when its hot and humid he’s seen as an upbeat person, but as soon as it gets cold he starts to become irritable. The cold can even cause him to go into a catatonic state if it gets cold enough; hence why he’s always seen dressed up like a bear during the colder months. [color] <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Underneath It All : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Pontius is a bit of an odd one. When at work he tends to speak softly to himself or muttering softly to whatever it is he’s working with and when ask about this, he explains that, “I’m speaking to the soul within the metal, informing it of its task.” He’s at his most talkative when he’s at work but is normally more on the silent side. He’ll talk to keep things from going dull, but he’s more of a man of action rather than one of words. During cold days though he should be avoided like a bear in hibernation as he tends to be very annoyed until he has the flames of his forge burning high and hot and he himself is feeling quite warm. <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Where I’ve been : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Born and raised within Stratclaw, Pontius has really only known of one life and that of being the towns blacksmith. Ever since he was a lad Pontius was being prepared by his father to take his place when he passed on, which eventually happened when he was seventeen. Until then, he was made to do tedious tasks such as collecting wood and ensuring that the flames were stoked. Occasionally he would be sent out and deliver various items such as nails. On a few rare occasions when his father had the extra metal he would allow Pontius to make something as well, though it was usually something boring as his father wouldn’t let him touch weapons until he was in his early teens.<br><br>Always was he learning new things about being the towns blacksmith that all he really knew was the various aspects of it such as when to take a piece of heated metal and cool it off or how long to keep something in the forge to be able to mold it into the shape he needed it to be. On more than one occasion did he end up burning himself, but he never really noticed it until his father would cry out and dip his hands into the water barrel since the sleeve of his shirt would catch alight. His father wasn’t quite sure of what to think of it and Pontius himself wasn’t overly concerned about it as he went back to work. This would last until his father finally passed on and he took over from there.<br><br>Life was never really all that interesting for Pontius as he tended to stay within the confines of the wall unless he had to go out to gather wood. It was during one of those trips when the sun was going beginning to pass down from its zenith and he was starting to make his way out of the northern woods with a torch in hand when he was ambushed by a mantis. The thing had blended well enough with the environment that he hadn't noticed it until the thing had knocked him to the ground. Though it was bright enough out, Pontius always felt better having a fire nearby and it proved useful as it somehow flared up and frightened the mantis that intended to kill him. Not really all that sure what had saved him, thinking that maybe some dry leaves had merely caught light, he gathered himself and the wood he was gathering and hurried home with only the dirt on his clothes to show what had transpired. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ Character Profile Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeyKnight</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 06:47:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">†• † •Frieda May Helms • † •†</span> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">• Elven Sex Goddess •</span></div> <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://ist1-1.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/U/I/J/W/UIJW/ec1.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>|| : But you can call me : ||</strong> <br>Isis &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Last I checked : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Female &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Just a number : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;25 &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : How I roll : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Men and women &nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Where I stand : ||</strong> <br>&nbsp;Healer<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : My little parlor tricks : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;It has been said my life force is strong.&nbsp; I have found I can transfer my life force to others and heal there injuries,&nbsp; cure their sicknesses.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet it comes with a cost.&nbsp; For it weakens me,&nbsp; how long I am weakened and the level depends on the severity of wound or sickness.&nbsp; I can't make limbs grow back,&nbsp; nor can I bring back the dead.&nbsp; At least I don't think so.&nbsp; &nbsp;The truth is my life force is like any others.&nbsp; &nbsp; However, I have a condition called in Latin 'Succubi abigo'.&nbsp; &nbsp;I can steal life essence of another.&nbsp; To replenish my own life force I have given to heal.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Underneath It All : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;One would think with my ability to steal another life essence.&nbsp; That be quite the extrovert.&nbsp; &nbsp;The truth is I am quite the shy introvert.&nbsp; &nbsp;For I can kill, for to steal it has to be in the medium of passion.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is quite primal, for life essence of of creation.&nbsp; An one can get lost in this and forget them self in the heat of the moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;So my lovers are chosen by the simple fact.&nbsp; &nbsp;On how they can control, dominate me.&nbsp; &nbsp;An keep me from going over the edge and killing.&nbsp; &nbsp;So strong minded and physical partners.&nbsp; <br><br>I have carved out a niche within the community as a healer.&nbsp; &nbsp;I am wrapped and shrouded in a spirit like mysticism.&nbsp; I am not a leader nor would.&nbsp; I provide wise counsel as best I can.&nbsp; &nbsp;The community are my people.&nbsp; &nbsp;An I would if called upon lay my life down for anyone of them.&nbsp; As I am a pacifist with in a violent world.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Where I’ve been : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;My gift is also my curse.&nbsp; &nbsp;For I have killed, because of it.&nbsp; I have lost control gone too far,&nbsp; sucked the very life force all the way drained.&nbsp; &nbsp;It happened just out of my teen years, having turned twenty.&nbsp; &nbsp;It had been a shock I lusted and learned the fatal truth of what could happen if I became to dominant.&nbsp; &nbsp;For I had known since I was sixteen when my condition had manifest itself.&nbsp; I had controlled it.&nbsp; Or so I had thought, and thus grown complacent.&nbsp; Henry Enrique Wilcox was his name.&nbsp; &nbsp;I will always remember it.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>His death banished me from my birth home.&nbsp; &nbsp;Cast me adrift in the wastelands.&nbsp; &nbsp;My own flesh and blood cast me out.&nbsp; &nbsp;My father, mother and brother turn their back on me in shame and disgust.&nbsp; &nbsp;Like I am some kind of evil that needed to be driven off.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>From the age of twenty I roamed the wastelands&nbsp; for nine months.&nbsp; &nbsp;Finding small communities here and there.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was pure luck that I survived.&nbsp; As I look back on it now.&nbsp; &nbsp;For fortune fell upon me immediately.&nbsp; &nbsp;A fell into a group of scavengers within a week of being cast out.&nbsp; &nbsp;My week worth of rations granted near up.&nbsp; &nbsp; From them I drifted&nbsp; between small pockets of people.&nbsp; &nbsp;Trying to survive,&nbsp; warding off the kreatures and sludge.&nbsp; &nbsp;Geography I am lousy at.&nbsp; &nbsp;The names of places visited are lost.&nbsp; For even in my sub conscious thoughts I have blocked a good portion of that ninet months.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>A clue as to why.&nbsp; I have nightmares of marauders.&nbsp; &nbsp;When I first ran across them,&nbsp; I at first thought them reavers.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet my vision is of them dead.&nbsp; &nbsp;I don't know how I survived,&nbsp; I have a strong sense I am responsible.&nbsp; &nbsp;That I caused there deaths.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet I cannot owe up to it.&nbsp; For I cannot remember.&nbsp; &nbsp;Nor can I grasp that I killed again with my curse.&nbsp; &nbsp;There is a brand on the nap of the back of my neck.&nbsp; I believe it was the marauders who had given it to me.&nbsp; &nbsp;What it signal is lost, like most of it.&nbsp; Locked away deep within me.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Then a little over four years ago I arrived Stratclaw.&nbsp; &nbsp;My wanderings having come to an end.&nbsp; &nbsp;I finally found a place I could belong.&nbsp; &nbsp;I carved my niche out as a healer within the community.&nbsp; &nbsp;I learned I could live with others for a long period and control my urges, my needs.&nbsp; &nbsp;An there is no greater feeling then belonging.&nbsp; I have come into my own now.&nbsp; &nbsp;I have been controlling and ever mindful of not going too far.&nbsp; &nbsp;An thus no deaths have been caused by me since coming to Stratclaw.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I am now twenty five years of age.&nbsp; &nbsp;I feel old, life is hard.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet life is good,&nbsp; as said I now belong.&nbsp; &nbsp;An there is nothing I would not do&nbsp; for the community and others.&nbsp; </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ Character Profile Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeyKnight</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 08:54:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">†• † • Thane Alister Carlton • † •†</span> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">• DeyKnight •</span></div> <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w223/Mirrahs_echo/Heise Jinyao/25_203944_sphvjpg-1.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>|| : But you can call me : ||</strong> <br>&nbsp;Thane. Just Thane. &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Last I checked : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Male &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Just a number : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;42 &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : How I roll : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;I roll with the curves...*shapes out a woman*...really nice curves. &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Where I stand : ||</strong> <br>&nbsp;Leader<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : My little parlor tricks : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Earth-Bound: <br>- Changes gravitational density of his body, bonding with the Earth.<br>- Allows him to manipulate the Earth and it's elements.<br>- Risks losing himself in the Earth-Bond.<br>- Slowly begins to turn into Earth the longer he stays bonded, and it takes time, while withdrawing from the Bond, to convert the changed parts of his body back into organic material.<br>- Once bonded, he should NOT abruptly disconnect from or unbond from the Earth, since it risks him losing parts of his body. &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Underneath It All : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>There are four ways to see Thane: <br>(1) Through the eyes of a child -- he's everyone's father, and everyone's uncle. A human jungle gym, and someone who will dangle you upside down by your ankles if you don't listen to your mother. <br>(2) Through the eyes of a woman -- he's the most eligible bachelor in Stratclaw. He was almost married once, but she died. He seems to kiss or make out with women, but it never goes farther than that... Thane seems to enjoy and insist on being a bachelor. <br>(3) Through the eyes of a man -- the most highly respected (not always liked but respected) man in Stratclaw. A leader, a warrior, ...and the only one that can control his sister, Detta. <br>(4) Through the eyes of The Earth -- someone she wants back... sooner or later.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>|| : Where I’ve been : ||</strong> &nbsp;<br>Long story short -- Thane was thought dead at age 22 after a Sludge Passing that killed several villagers, including Thane's father. His younger sister Detta became more vicious at that age -- she'd been a hellion before that, but this was taken to a whole new level. He came back almost 10 years later with quite a story -- but he never really spoke about it. <br><br>Thane took over the leadership role, since the previous leader had since thrown herself from the cliff, and the second in command had gone insane, and well... he knew better than to leave Detta in charge for extended amounts of time.<br><br>Thane was the reason the wall around Stratclaw came to exist, his power having allowed him to build it faster than simply men hunting and stacking rocks against the wooden pillars. Thane had been second in command before he 'died'. That was part of what had allowed him to so easily take the position of Leader when he returned. <br><br>[more detailed history coming soon, just wanted to get this up ASAP]&nbsp; &nbsp; </span><br>
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