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 Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 3:58 pm
Characters
I- Renault Ventre
II- Ectus Colonus
III- Lance McAllister
IV- Keneth Menan
V- Marcus Pierce
VI- Lyon Richards (Legult Kainen)
VII- Vincent Fentali
VIII- HK-46
IX- Gregor Latverious
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 5:12 pm
Username: Lord Gemini
Character Name: Renault Ventre
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Weapons: None
Powers/Abilities: Renault has an AI downloaded into his brain via the Nanocipher. This enables him to use all the powers he created and channel them through his mechanical parts. All his skills in such things like channeling fire and other such things pale in comparison to his electric abilities which he mostly uses in combat.
Belongings: Renault carries a medical kit for helping others, a canteen, and an energy cane that can disappear at any time into his arm by sucking the energy from it.
Personality: Renault carries the mask of kindness by helping others and such as the sage but in reality he is a coward. Renault would no sooner heal you then serve you to the dogs if his own life was in danger. But he has been known to show bits of humanity when under pressure and may in fact endanger himself if he feels it is a necessary risk. But over all only a few know him personally, and those people are in great debt to him, which is the reason he helped them in the first place.
Description: He wasn’t very admirable, he was only five foot eleven without an inch of muscle on him making him look like an awkward spaghetti noodle. His skin was very pale as if he only ventured out into the sun when at gunpoint. His face was gaunt and his cheeks were bony. His nose made him look rather like a stereotypical British noble. His eyes were a dull grey because he was originally blind but with modern science implants were installed which were modified to military specs to provide perfect vision in any situation. His hair was blonde but it seemed to be more white which simply just made him appear older and more boring. His clothes were very modest and befitted the title "sage". He wore a black cloak that was ragged and only revealed his his right arm which was metal plated instead of skin. In fact were you to look under the cloak you would find that time had eroded the fake skin and showed his machine parts to make him look like a robot with a human torso and head. He usually wore the cloak with the hood over his face but if he isn't there is usually business a foot.
Appearance: Sadly until I find an artist skilled enough i will have to deal with the fact that I am unable to find a picture suitable.
Bio: Instead of a bio I will simply post the story I wrote about Cipher
“Settle down now…Settle down damn it! I am simply here because I am required to teach you dumb bastards about technology once a year as part of my agreement with MIT.” Renault snarled at the clearly bored class, which immediately snapped to attention for he could break their carriers in a second should he choose. He wasn’t very admirable, he was only five foot eleven without an inch of muscle on him making him look like an awkward spaghetti noodle. His skin was very pale as if he only ventured out into the sun when at gunpoint. His face was gaunt and his cheeks were bony. His nose made him look rather like a stereotypical British noble. His eyes were a dull grey because he was originally blind but with modern science implants were installed which were modified to military specs to provide perfect vision in any situation. His hair was blonde but it seemed to be more white which simply just made him appear older and more boring.
“Now as most of you know there is a hole in the back of your head called a nanocipher which was installed most likely when you were born. This hole allows our technology interface with our brains unlocking all the functions possible in the subject’s brain. That is the basic overview and if one of you didn’t know that much, you might as well leave.” Renaults voice was a high baritone that carried the enormous lack of enthusiasm that would have sounded emotionless if he wasn’t always aggravated and snide.
“Now what is unknown to most is what exactly happens with the military upgrades. Most just assume it is just military intelligence like how most families receive newspapers every week. But in reality those with the money and knowledge can gain more then just a simple adrenaline boost or a drug to get high. Although many are skeptical about this I have proof inside of me now. In fact the entire Alliance Military runs on the genetic enhancements I have created for the nanocipher which have never been released to the public. As an example I will demonstrate the strongest ability created by myself. Know that this is classified and if you talk about this like a know you idiots will the military will be in here so fast you won’t even realize what happened.” Unlike before the students actually seemed interested. This was a one in a lifetime chance to see the most brilliant scientist demonstrate life-changing technology. Renault tapped the vein on the inside of his right elbow and his forearm opened up to reveal a large keypad and screen with a small speaker on the keypad. The students fell dead silent at this marvel for only a select few modified themselves with robotic parts since to do so without military permission was illegal and impossible to obtain without the military’s help to begin with.
Renault pressed a few buttons on the keypad and his eyes turned a light gold. An aura of crackling electricity began to slowly form around him until it eventually surrounded him like a yellow bubble. He then harnessed this power and turned to a large box that he had brought with him. He winced a bit being unused to these powers and then shot a concentrated beam of lightning that upon impact disintegrated the box.
“I could care less whether this has been educational but by contract I have to say that I hope you join the wonderful field of artificial intelligence and Cipher technology now go and drink yourselves to death or whatever you hooligans do.” Renault walked out and the students stayed in their seats astonished not only by the display but also by how young Renault was. For a man of twenty-six he sounded like a man of eighty-four. Outside the lecture room Renault felt a twinge in his right arm; it seemed someone wanted to get a hold of him.
“Yes? I am on a tight schedule damn it make this quick.”
“Ah Renault lovable as always. I will make this brief of course; I have my own duties to consider. I have news to report however and if you will refrain from speaking I can let you get back to whatever you were doing before you brilliant jackass. Your payment is in your account for the android designs and your reflex update has been distributed amongst the truth and I am happy to report that deaths have decreased by ten percent. Your next project however is a complicated matter. Command wants a functioning combat AI, I can’t tell you what they want with it but they want it or, well I needn’t say what happens.”
“Before you go Carter, I must say that there is no such thing as a perfect AI and I hope that your children stay safe.” Renault’s voice was trembling, he respected this man but the prospect of this new mission was too horrible to think of, but he had no choice, death was not an option.
“Renault, whatever happens I am damn glad you are on our side.” Carter ended the transmission and Renault shivered for a second before walking into a hover limo reserved for him.
An hour later Renault arrived at the military base and locked himself in his lab for several weeks refusing to see anyone but the person who gave him his meals and even then he tried to make it as impersonal as possible. In two months he emerged holding several microchips and he gave them to the kitchen worker and then passed out on the floor. The worker seemed to be used to this and simply left Renault there on the floor and left the room.
When he awoke Renault found his usual present in front of him, a shaving kit and a pass to the barbers. Renault sighed and stood up grabbing the shaving kit and the pass and went home to his apartment. A message was on his computer with an encrypted username. Renault touched the screen and Carter’s face appeared on the screen and he seemed scared, this was not good.
“Renault, the AI, its worse then we feared…Smart bombs…Deploy… Crime…The AI will evolve be…ond what we thought…Run…” Carter’s message was broken but Renault got the point. He took a step back and collapsed to the floor his hands in his face for he knew what was to happen. But he felt something; a sense of duty like this was the only thing he could do to make up for what he had done. He stood with more enthusiasm that he had ever shown in all the years of his life and ran out the door and took a cab to the military base.
“What do you need here civilian?” A new recruit stood at the gate and Renault, with all the anger in his body punched the recruit in the face and his electric power sent the recruit flying into the computers that opened up the gate. Renault touched his kneecaps and a hum of machinery began to brew. He started to run and then he took off like a bolt of lightning to his lab were he flew in through the door and hit a few computers.
“I have to warn them…a message yes, computer hack the alliance vision server order beta six and make sure I am seen by everyone.” Renault began pressing buttons on various computers and did not realize that the camera was on. He ran up to the camera and began to talk fear coursing through his veins.
“I am Renault Ventre and everything you know about the Nanocipher is a lie. It is not just a tool used to entertain people but a weapon. I have created genetic modifications known to the troops as tech-magic. It allows people to do all sort of extraordinary things such as shoot lightning from their hands or see through walls and things we thought were impossible. But we have become too ambitious and we will destroy ourselves. I was assigned to create a powerful military grade AI that has been installed into a bomb system. But it has evolved beyond my expectations and may…” Renault paused, one of the computers read, “evac, bomb threat decimation of world immanent.” Renault typed furiously into the keypad of the computer and the doors to the lab shut and a red light flashing indicated a bomb lockdown.
“I don’t send this message out of pity or redemption but I believe that this is the only good thing I will ever do in this life. Run!” Renault ended the transmission and he heard the bombs hit and everything went black.
An hour later he awoke, ears ringing and mind fuzzy. He stood up; apparently he had passed out during the bombing. Renault picked up a fallen computer hard drive and several cords burst from his arm and interfaced with it.
“My god, its all gone…everything is decimated…I must find survivors, my god the Succubus’ Den, it was a bunker. If there are any survivors they will fall victim to raids and fast. Oh irony you are a cruel mistress, in that my own survival lies in the hands of those I hate almost as much as the damn criminals.” Renault charged his arm and blew open the hatch to his lab and what he saw chilled his bones more then the knowledge. The facility at which he worked didn’t even stand anymore. Not even charred remains nothing was left but rubble and ash. But he had to continue on, he owed the people that much.
Renault could just glimpse a limping man in the distance. Whether it was a soldier or civilian he did not know, but he had to help him just the same for the sake of his own soul and he ran until he was next to him his hand on the man’s back.
“I can’t see…please help me I can’t see.” The man collapsed to the ground and Renault stood in horrified agony. The man was alive but barely, Renault had to think what the hell would save this man. It was then he remembered what he was, the master of technology and the destroyer and savior of this destroyed world.
“Breath deeply friend I am the sage.” Renault sounded serene and brilliant; the sage was his new life. Renault put his right hand over the man’s eyes and closed his own. A light came from it and the man began to glow. The scrapes and burns that riddled his body faded and skin shone once more until finally the man took a deep breath and picked himself up.
“Thank you sage, thank you! My god, you have tech magic, were you a soldier? That man Renault told us about it before the world went black. I don’t know how long I have been wandering around, raiders attacked the settlement and-”
“-Wait a moment, how long has it been since the bombing?” Renault reached to his stomach and wondered if it was possible that the AI that runs his systems kept him sustained.
“Three months, how long have you been here?”
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 11:24 pm
Username: Lord Gemini
Character Name: Ectus Colonus
Age: 62
Gender: Male
Race: Tainted Human
Side: Evil Empire
Weapon: Mezan- Said to have been crafted from the soul of Mezogaug's failed attempt at a second son; these rumors are some what correct although a little more sadistic. Mezogaug did not fail in having a second son and this fact is not known to anyone but Ectus. Mezan was unneeded by Mezogaug since his first son was so powerful and Mezogaug needed a prophet. So without hesitation Mezogaug sealed his son inside of a five foot long sword black as midnight that absorbs the souls of the men it slays to give Mezan company.
God Your Character Worships: Mezogaug
Powers/Abilities: Ectus has been granted the status of lesser demi-god. With this he can summon up hoards of the undead as well as use the hate and killing around him to fuel his power. In combat his skill with a blade is cruel and brutish using his extreme physical strength to overpower the enemy and kill them inflicting the most pain possible.
Royal Flush: Ectus plunges his magic sword into the ground and creates a giant fissure which takes one post. In post two hoards of undead will spawn from the fissure and there is no known way to close this fissure beyond having a group of priests close it while Ectus is doing something else.
Rancid March: Once Ectus has created the fissure he has an option of summoning undead templar instead of just the average undead minion. Since there aren't many he is limited to how many he can summon through the fissure. If he already has an army with him how ever the Rancid March is also a tactical ability because it enhances the abilities of pre-existing units.
Life Through Death: With his strange scepter he can take the souls of the people he kills and respawn them as undead although fissure must be active for this to happen.
Darkness Control: What is mistaken for telekinetic ability is actually nothing more then his ability to control all darkness around him. When in shadow he becomes more powerful and can manpulate the shadow into actual matter as a gift from the dark god.
Near Demi-God: Ectus is almost a demi god but his power does not actually manifest unless fighting a foe of equal power. This was the dark god's will and the things that Ectus does show that Mezogaug is controling him through this power.
Blood Lust: Ectus' rage is legendary and when he begins to kill it is almost impossible to make him stop. The more people he kills the more his shadow aura takes over and his attacks become more destructive.
Chain of Shadow: When Ectus' blood lust is high his sword has a magic range added to its original length which means Ectus can strike from farther away and hit more people when swinging his blade.
Personality: As would the whole dark lord thing suggest, Ectus is brutish, crude, sadistic, and over all a creature loathed by all things good.
Description: Ectus stands at a massive eight foot five and his frame is nothing to laugh at. It is five feet from shoulder to shoulder and his armor adds two feet to make him seven feet across. He wears heavy pitch black armor trimmed with silver. He has long white hair that goes to about his mid back. His eyes are the color of blood, his face laden with scars and wrinkles, and his canine teeth look as if he could suck blood from them. His sword is in its sheath on his back which leans slightly to the right for easier drawing ability.
Appearance:
Bio: Ectus origins are completely unknown; all records show that he enlisted in the templars when he was twenty and climbed the ranks to captain of the guard at the age of twenty-five. He was ruthless, cruel, but highly effective at taking down threats. After he achieved this rank he resigned for god knows what reason and became a mercenary traveling the land and killing whomever he wished. That is when the trail becomes foggy again for no one knew he was even alive until he came back thirty-seven years later to work as guard for one of the Mezogaug temples. Some speculate that he was spoken to by the dark lord at this point but that doesn't make sense because Mezan clung tightly to his back during that period of time. It was only a few days after he had done this that the war started and all hell broke loose, literally.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 1:45 pm
Username: Lord Gemini
Character Name: Lance McAllister
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Weapons: Mark XIX Desert Eagle with extended clip for close combat missions. The Yarborough combat knife used by most green berets with a seven inch blade with a black hilt and black leather sheath and the MP5N with eye linking scope for optimal long range and short range combat.
Belongings: Lance has a locket around his neck with a picture of his wife and child who both died before they could make it to the base when the life vampires broke free. He has several large pockets in his jacket that have bits of wires and other tools for quick fixes and making improvised explosives. He also keeps an ornately decorated canteen which he has had since his father gave it to him at the age of eighteen when he joined the military.
Personality: Lance is fairly quiet and secretive and doesn't show his rank around like a badge of honor. Being responsible for the defenses and power systems of the base he is highly respected if not admired for his contributions. But like all soldiers he carries the heavy burden of memory and is known to be the most unstable of the soldiers but like any respected man his men take care of him when he has one of his "night fits."
Description: Lance stands at an average six feet tall and has very little features that are different from any normal person. A few scars here and there and a few wrinkles but beyond that his visage is very normal and easy to look at. His hair is black and is cut short and spiked with blonde tips that haven’t faded into black yet. His eyes are a light blue which almost looks silver like the color of the sea after a storm. Lance is fairly muscular but no more then the average privet out of training. He wears a long grey officer's jacket that has at least twenty hidden pockets which he puts various items in. His shirt is a standard black cotton woven t-shirt with his dog tags hanging over shining silver on the black shirt. His pants are also standard black combat pants but his boots are silver which used to indicate that he had done something to kill a lot of people at once.
Bio: Lance was born into a military family. His father was an ex Green Beret and his mother was an accomplished pilot in the air force. He grew up in San Francisco and learned many things by hot wiring cars and creating improvised explosives to break into stores. After a small life of crime he was placed into the military at eighteen where he straightened up and became a well respected engineer. America fought again in Korea and Lance created a bomb that almost won the war for them. He was dispatched with a group of twenty rangers to bring the bomb into a large city and set it off. The group had made it to an abandoned subway when they were ambushed by a group of terrorists. The rangers gave him enough cover fire to escape and extract to a helicopter before the bomb exploded killing ten thousand soldiers and the rangers who protected him. For his bravery and bomb Lance was given the blood stained boots which were silver and meant that a soldier had killed so much he deserved to see the blood on his boots. Needless to say Lance was horrified and as luck would have it the bomb killed seventy five enemy officers as well as two generals. For this he was awarded the rank of captain and wore it with agony as he saw the faces of those who had saved him. He never had gotten over that even when he married to Elizabeth McAllister and had a son, Marcus McAllister. When the life vampires broke free, loosing his wife and son was just one more thing engraved in his head. He never actually saw them die for he was in Defense Base 1121 at the time. But there was no doubt that his family was dead.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 7:16 pm
Username: Lord Gemini
Character Name: Keneth Menan
Age: 122
Gender: Male
Race: Demon/Vampire
Side: Menan
Weapons:
Kainan- A sword passed down from the generations which marks Keneth as the true son of Menan. It is a massive seven foot blade with a width of one foot. It burns with an unknown energy and often bursts into flames on contact. As a half demon Keneth is not bothered by it, in fact it can channel his energy and fire it from the edge.
Scorth- A massive scythe created by Menan himself when he first entered his demon form. He gave it to Keneth upon his transformation to his demon form. It has many blades that come out but the main blade at the top is six feet long and the poll is ten feet to match its master. The scythe itself is nothing special but used with Keneth's demon form he can create winged demons from the various blades on the scythe itself.
The Gauntlets of Athilus- Keneth was once visited by a traveling alchemist who, in his insanity, enchanted the gauntlets that Keneth was wearing and granted Keneth the power to enter what the knights call his corrupt form. He wears these and it allows him to harness the powers locked deep within him.
Powers/Abilities:
Normal: Keneth uses electric attacks but cannot fire them from his hands but with his sword Keneth can fire bolts of lightning and can release charges of electricity upon contact with his sword as well.
Demon: Keneth changes elements when transforming to his demon form and now uses fire as his element of choice. But in order to use his elemental power he must come in contact with fire which is why he doesn't always use the scythe in battle.
War Birds: This attack requires the scythe but with it he can create winged demons that launch from the scythe and fly at his enemies.
Hell Gate: The only true magic attack Keneth knows how to use is in fact the most devastating attack that has been seen since Menan used it two hundred years ago. It takes to posts for Keneth to create a hell gate which he then opens with a third post and releases several undead dragons who breath fire upon the enemy and then the master granting him deadly amounts of fire energy.
Corrupt: When Keneth looses control his body morphs into a skeleton like figure which turns shadow into actual matter. Sadly not even Keneth knows what things he can do with this power because he looses control of his mind. But the few who have seen him turn report that he can create small daggers and waves of dark energy.
Summoning: In this form he can summon up shadow warriors, five weaker warriors per post or one giant one for two posts.
Personality: Keneth is very fair and kind but can be pushed over the edge. In battle it is said he keeps a level head until things start looking bad. Then he looses himself in the fight killing countless men. He is also known for his devotion to his wife whom he seems to love more then himself.
Description: Keneth stands at a huge ten foot five and most closely resembles his father. He has two large horns on his head which have been polished and his two large canine teeth stay at a standard length unless he feels an overwhelming desire to feed. His visage displays the look of a hardened old man yet he has no wrinkles and bears no sign of age. His build is medium although with his height he has an even attack and defense. Because he is a demon and a vampire he can not have scars although he can point out different locations on which he has been hurt.
Appearance:
Normal
Demon
Corrupt
Bio: Keneth was born from the same mother as the other lords in the heart of Menan City. He was the oldest and was the favorite of his father and was taught directly by him while the others trained from other masters. When he was eighteen the other lords began changing their last names and that is when the wars began. Keneth assembled a massive army and took his father's favorite area of the city before the others managed to grab it. He regulated every inch of the city for two years before letting other people handle it and since then the city has flourished and become the most feared territory in the city. Now Keneth is the peace keeper between his insaitable brothers.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 12:28 am
Username: Lord Gemini
Character Name: Marcus Pierce
Age: 54
Gender: Male
Weapons: Marcus carries a winchester rifle that has been converted into a laser shot gun which he keeps on his persona at all times. But he also keeps a combat knife and two pistols in case things need to get a little more subtle.
Specialty: Fighter Pilot
Abilities: Not only is Marcus the admiral but he is also the best fighter pilot to graduate from the star academy on Earth. His tactical skill earned him ranks until he became so good they made him an admiral.
Belongings: Marcus Keeps a locket around his neck at all times because it has a picture of his late family inside of it. On his belt he keeps two kits for repairs as well as enhancements even though he has never needed either in the field. In his room he has an antique music box and he owns a violin and a clarinet. He tends to play melodic minors with his violin but he has been known to take out the clarinet to play some Benny Goodman.
Personality: Marcus tends to be eccentric about his commands and it is a norm to see him jumping around shouting orders. Even as an older man he is the type of person that would make a joke while firing a mounted machine gun. Even more of an oddity Marcus has managed to train himself to walk straight and talk normally when drunk, although he may give odd orders.
Appearance:
Description: Marcus stands at six foot one with a medium build without too much muscle. In his older years his once lush ebony hair has streaks of grey and his face bares the scars and burdens of a weathered veteran. His left eye is covered with an eye patch which hides a interface node that replaced his eye. His remaining eye however is golden colored and teeming with life and energy. Marcus wears his long black admiral's jacket open so that it hangs out more like a long coat. Under that he wears a black and grey pin stripe vest and a black dress shirt. He also wears black slacks but he wears black combat boots that have been made to look like dress shoes.
Bio: Marcus was born in the America system on a planet called Gettysburg at the military base there. Now keep in mind there is only one military base on each planet but by base they mean half the planet. He grew up in the city and his father, Grand Admiral Bobby Pierce, taught him how to fly a fighter at the age of eight and ever since then Marcus was obsessed winning every ribbon and medal he could get his hands on in fighter piloting. In High School he became friends with some of the most evil men in the military, well now anyways. He came around to their way of thinking from there and went to the Star Ship Academy on Annapolis station where he met Gabriel Borghi and the third admiral in the Dark Fleet. Being a year older then both of them Marcus became an admiral before they graduated with the help of his High School friends and became the first admiral in the Dark Fleet. He commanded a ship called the Oracle and ten years of killing and hunting made the fleet legendary and due for enhancement. So Marcus recommended his two friends from college and thus they were reunited. Twenty years later they realized that things were wrong when they were ordered to fire upon a planet of rebels that turned out had only women and children on it. Marcus snapped and his men were so loyal that only a few had to be killed. Marcus and the two other admirals fired upon the rest of the Dark Fleet and since he had the strongest ship Marcus stayed behind while the other two admirals escaped, Gabriel without his crew and the other admiral with his crew. Marcus gave himself up after destroying almost the entire fleet and was then transfered to the Cerberus as their most wanted prisoner. He was first given a standard cell which wasn't so bad but not fit for an admiral, and every time a guard got close Marcus would kill him by fitting his arms through the bars and snapping his neck. Well the orders were to give him a standard cell, and if he killed any guards they would put him into the cell that looked more like a lounge then a cell. Needless to say marcus killed the guards taking him there took their keys and now the prisoners control the ship.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 10:41 pm
Username: Lord Gemini
Character Name: Lyon Richards (Legult Kainen, the Silent Storm)
Age:43
Gender: male
Race: Elemental Human
Job/Skills: Lyon is the village carpenter and does a good job with what little resources and money people give him to build things. He is excellent at all things having to do with aim and coordination. Beyond that he is a handy black smith but left the job for someone with a little more strength and tolerance for heat.
Weapons: Although no one but the bar tender and a few close friends know about his past Lyon has be able to tell anyone who enters his house that the two brilliantly decorated pitch black long swords were strictly ornamental and the two large daggers and throwing knife set were part of a dagger collection of his father's. As for the assassin armor and clothes he tucks them away under the floor boards on his side of the queen size bed he made for himself.
Powers/Abilities: Lyon was born with a slight ability to manipulate the wind but in reality it only helps him run faster and it helps him with being undetected.
Belongings: Lyon has a book of his assassin secrets and records of killings that he will eventually pass on to his son, or his most trusted student, however neither exists so he keeps it with his assassin gear under the floor boards. He has a painting that hangs over his bed of his father, a regal knight, and his mother, a lady of the court, together. He has an entire store of carpenter equipment for his job but other then that he doesn't keep anything personal to the real Lyon but he does keep standard items for a normal person to have like a bible and the like.
Personality: Lyon appears to be a kind young man in his late twenties with a sharp wit and a good heart. But in reality Lyon is a calculating man in his early forties that doesn't age because of his race. But he is still a kind man, too many things have happened for him not to wish to spread kindness around.
Description: Lyon usually wears a white woolen shirt and woolen pants which are a tan color. A belt of tools hangs around his pants with the finest tools his money could buy and when he isn't in his shop he continues to wear it only because people usually end up asking him to fix one thing or another. He has a long scar across one of right eye and both are an icy blue. He has long silver hair and a fair complection making him an item of female interest. His frame is of a medium build but his movements have been compared to that of a dancer. When he is in his assassin garb it is all black and looks like the picture below because I am too lazy to describe it completely.
Appearance: Assassin Gear (yes I know I am a nerd, back off.)
Bio: Lyon was born into a regal family that served the king. His father, a knight, and his mother, a lady of the court. He was destined to become a knight and was trained by the finest of men, the captain of the guard, his own father. When he was twenty he learned of his heritage, how on his father's side he had the blood of an elemental and that age would come very slowly to him as it did for his eighty year old father who looked to be in his late thirties. But sadly his father was killed a few days later defending a small village a few miles away from the capital. That very day Lyon was approached by a group of men in dark clothing and for twenty long years he became an assassin, killing key targets in the war until finally it ended and Lyon decided to settle down and forget his past violence in the small village his father had fought to protect.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 3:56 pm
Username: Lord Gemini
Character Name: Vincent Fentalli
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Weapons: Vincent carries a Dillenger tommy gun with an enhanced clip for maximum effect. A 44 magnum hangs around his belt in a holster.
Belongings: Vincent has a picture of his family and an old sword which is a family item. He almost always has a pack of cuban cigars with him and never leaves without a canteen of scotch.
Personality: Vincent is a ticking time bomb, at nothing he could explode killing everything around him or he could be calm, and by calm I mean generally mean to everyone and not killing.
Description: Vincent is a tall man, slender and slick. With short parted black hair that he keeps in perfect shape no matter what. He wears a black pin stripe double breasted suit with a black rose in the lapel.
Bio: Vincent was born in a small town in Italy Where Il Fentali was a house hold name and a respected mafia. Vincent was taught everything he knows about family from his father, who in a mob war in Italy was killed. At the age of seventeen and filled with anger Vincent showed that mafia what Fentali rage was. He brought a small army of mobsters and took the enemy compound instead of just bombing a business. He killed the mafia leader and his wife then he killed all remaining family members himself, even the children. With the other families on his tail Vincent fled to America where he worked his way into a respectable place as don of the Fentali family.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 3:58 pm
Username: Lord Gemini
Character Name: HK-46
Age: Unknown
Race: Droid
Class: Combat Droid
Gender: Male
Weapons: A plasma projector with a pure rylith power cell, long distance scope, and an adjustable chamber.
Abilities: HK-46 is an assassin droid that has the ability to speak and mimic over five hundred languages. Also he has an advanced knowledge of anatomy and jedi fighting which makes deflecting his shots more difficult. Hk-46 is also adept at sabotage, and while his systems are very advanced he can receive a few more upgrades.
Personality: HK-46 is cruel, crude, effecient, and very loyal to his "master." However he refuses to comply with any order which would result in the saving of a useless life such as a civilian.
Description: HK-46 is a tall and thin built droid that looks like a protocol droid. He is a midnight black with yellow glowing eyes. When he walks a metallic patter sounds ever so slightly and he seems to always be watching.
Bio: HK-46 appeared in the ranks of the Republic under Reven. Few know that he was assigned to kill numerous political figures before he was assigned to protect his current "master."
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 6:59 pm
Username: Lord Gemini
Character Name: Gregor Latverious
Age: 1500
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Status: Ancient
Weapons: Gregor has two swords, one which was his father's and another that was given to him by his uncle. Both are enchanted to kill Lycans easier and both are decorated brilliantly with the colors of the clan.
Powers/Abilities: Gregor has excellent reflexes plus the speed and power of a vampire. For some reason his family also posses' the ability to shift their looks and change their voice slightly when they have fed on quite a bit of humans. Now as an ancient this power is strengthened and other vampires in the area feel stronger in his presence. Also this allows him to see what his followers see.
Belongings: Gregor carries at all times a locket with his father and mother inside and a canteen of blood wine hanging from his belt. He also has an assortment of animals in his keeping, including a black wolf that was given to him by Vicente before he disappeared.
Personality: Gregor is noble and kind normally, but has no qualms with killing anyone should they prove to be troublesome.
Description: Gregor is six feet tall with handsome features. He has long white hair with dark red eyes and pale skin. His face is strong and a scar on his right eye is a symbol of this. Although he is not muscular it is said he has the strength of ten Vampires. Gregor wears a long black cloak with red trim, a white dress shirt, black pants and shoes, and the Latverious family emblem of a shield with two heads on pikes is on both of his white gloves. His swords hang on his back in gilded sheaths. His voice is strong and commanding, but has a noble quality that strengthens those who hear it.
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Bio: I need to access a file on a different computer in order to get the bio, so I'll post it later.
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