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Daust Masana Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 6:25 pm
Self-explanatory.
Just post your profiles here.
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 6:30 pm
Name: Kazuki Setsuko Age: 20 Gender: Male Species: Leopard/timber wolf hybrid. Birthplace: Alabastor Occupation: Whatever pays Orientation: Bi, but not openly Weapons:---His charming personality ((XD)) ---Electricity ---Throwing knives ---Daggers ---Claws/teeth Appearance: His build is slim with long, lean muscles. The wolf markings are mainly a deep gray with white and he has other dark purple markings. Kazuki's eyes are a shining gold, the right almost always covered by white 'hair/bangs'. His toe claws are retractable, like a cat's and in the right light the shadow of leopard spots can be seen in the darker patches of fur on his back (like a black leopard). Kazuki's tail is longer than a normal wolf's, his ears more rounded, and his muzzle a bit shorter, but those are pretty much his only feline traits. PicturePersonality: Normally kind, exceptionally loyal, and horrendously stubborn. Although, he does have a sarcastic streak in him, but it's normally all in fun. Kazuki is unbelievably good at reading people, figuring out exact moods, and getting info out of others. These are skills he developed over the years of training. He can be manipulative when he wants, though he refrains from pulling such tricks on those he considers true friends. He falls in lust easily and grows attacted to people very quickly, he can be impatient and gets frustrated somewhat easily. He is somewhat secretive about his sexual preferences, simply because of the place he grew up. It wouldn't be unusual if nobody has ever heard Kazuki mention a girlfriend, lover, or casual fling even though he once openly watched the females. If one payed attention they may have seen him watching males out of the corner of his eye. History: Born in Alabastor, he joined the army at 13. Kazuki quickly took a liking to intelligence gathering and general stealth/spy work. During his enlistment he met a certain scaled male, commonly known as Travis and the two formed a complicated sort of relationship. What began as rivalry eventually mixed with friendship and thus the two would pick on each other constantly, but always in fun. During those days Kazuki would usually act as a secondary support, dragging Travis out of his pessimistic phases when the dino-man couldn't find Daust.
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Daust Masana Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 7:08 pm
Concerning Daust R. Masana and Travis Buchanan
Daust R. Masana
Basic Info
Age: Twenty-Two
Sex: Male
Species: "Mixed-Colored-Furry-Scaled-Dragon of Royalty"
Orientation: Homosexual
Interests: Cooking, Music, Health/Weight-lifting/Exercise, Anatomy (all species and sexes), History Recording(s) and Studies
Appearance: Upper Body/Body Tone Portrait (And the Colored Version...), 75% Body Portrait (with Dagger Demonstration) ... (And the colored version...), Daust wearing his upper armor plates and full body under-suit
Combat Information
Weapons:
~ Scalechain Gloves - Daust's signature gloves. They are made from the very scales that he was born with, so they are very strong and hold odd properties that are easily manipulated.
~ Ran-Claw and Restri-Kain - Daust's set of daggers. One has the ability to shape shift, whilst the other can grow beyond its size into a full-fledged sword.
Skills:
~ Utilizing brute strength (due to his rather generously built body type)
~ Breathing breath heightened or hampered in temperature
~ Close-range mastery
Physical and Psychological Information
Physical Attributes: Daust...
~ Has soft, blood red and hard, dark blue scales (the former of which runs down the middle of his body (through the chest, abs, legs), while the latter covers all else), with a light batch of fur covering most of his scales (hence the colors)
~ Has a generously muscular build
~ Has a long tail with fur running down it's top
~ Has a wide snout
~ Has golden eyes
~ Has two crooked horns on top of his head
~ Has a paw print painting on his left arm (on the shoulder area)
~ Is about 6' 5" tall
~ Is well over two hundred fifty pounds in weight
~ Has many mechanical implants that help him to maintain his bodily functions after a forced modification had been made on his body when he was five. The material for the mechanical implants mimics the traits held by the flesh of a human, giving him three distinctive textures as opposed to the two held by his scales. Each implant is characterized by the muscle it has replaced, helping Daust's body to maintain its muscular look, even when all clothes have been removed. The mechanical implants make up around 46% of his body and most are located around his spinal, pectoral, and other upper body regions.
Character Traits: Daust...
~ Is a very serious individual, though he jokes from time to time (and such jokes usually fly over the heads of his companions)
~ Tries his hardest to maintain fairly-balanced-mind, but often finds himself struggling to understand some viewpoints (ones which make little to no sense to him)
~ Is very realistic with problematic situations and is nearly a master at estimating the amount of skill it takes to overcome them
~ has advanced thought processes on his side
~ Is very loyal to any being he takes a special interest in
~ Is very loving towards his friends, but is a bit critical towards their living habits, character traits, and lifestyle choices at times
~ Hardly gets mad enough to step beyond the point of slight bickering or nagging
Story Information
Role: Daust is the driving force of the story, taking both the role of leading man and the top pursuer of the goals in mind. He'll often be the one to dictate where the group is going and the actions they take, as well as the order in which they're taken. Like his narrator though, he's rather open to suggestions.
Bio: Daust was born in the now-fallen nation of Dabrunasa, where he resided for eight years before the marking of his royalty, the death of his brother, and the fall of his nation drove him to Albastor as an orphan. He was quickly adopted by Phoenix Sullivan, whom had also taken parental custody of Travis by his father's orders, and lived alongside his "Brother". The two were home-schooled and, thus, never actually set foot inside a classroom (though, they frequently visited the academy libraries for research) until he turned fifteen (Travis was fourteen) and, following in the footsteps of both Phoenix and Travis' father, joined a Military Academy, where they soon met Kazuki. Over the years of education, Daust developed a complex bond with Travis, seeing himself as one of the raptor's protectors, and, eventually, the only one once they joined the academy, though it would prove to grow even more confusing as the months flew by. Daust, upon further growth, found himself to be attracted to Travis, which led the him to convince the raptor to leave Albastor with him to travel through the other nations and test the waters of frowned-upon feelings without persecution. To this day, the two remain traveling, though, recently, Daust has developed a new set of goals to accompany his romantic interests...
Travis Buchanan
Basic Info
Age: Twenty-One
Sex: Male
Species: Avian Dino-Man of Cold-Blooded Nature
Orientation: Undecided
Interests: Sketching, Walking around randomly, Eating Daust's cooking, Literature Studies/Reading/Writing, Speaking in many different tongues, Shooting Practice
Combat Information
Weapons:
~ Silveron OD40 - A gun that can make its own ammo by taking in organic elements, though it may fire charged photon particles should the chemicals in the air prove to be too conflicting.
~ Alvado-Gats - A rapid fire assault rifle made compatible with both photon and metallic/plastic bullets. Should one clip become in need of refilling, it automatically reloads (in about 1.26 seconds) and continues fire.
Skills:
~ Swift Hit-and-Run attacks
~ Heightened sense of aim with Firearms of most kinds
~ Fair Close-Range Skill (when not using heavy weapons)
Physical and Psychological Information
Physical Attributes: Travis...
~ Has incredibly dark skin, thus forcing him to wear light clothes and armor in able to stay rather cool
~ Has strikingly red eyes and thin, perfectly carved pupils
~ Has black hair running down the back of his head, while the majority of it in the front is almost the same shade of red his eyes are
~ Has dominantly reptilian features, like his snout, though many are fused with mammalian features, like his mixture of scales and thin, protective skin layers, while other parts of his anatomy remain strictly mammal, like the reproductive system
~ Has a modest build, thus preventing him from effectively utilizing heavy weapons or armor, or being the best pack mule around [/that's Daust's job]
~ Is about Five feet Nine inches (5' 9") tall
Character Traits: Travis...
~ Often withdraws from or becomes moody around strangers, while showing a general sense of relaxation towards his friends
~ Is less emotionally attached than Daust and finds himself dismissing the relevance of something or someone right quick
~ Tends to become far more stressed by pressing situations than most, which leads him to seek comfort from the surrounding familiars by any means necessary and, thus, form an overwhelming sense of reliance
~ Does not Forgive others easily when they betray him through either actions or words
~ Is loyal to a certain extent / Becomes weak (morally/physically) when troubled
~ Can be quite pessimistic at times
Story Information
Role: Travis plays the role of the secondary man and an uplifter of Daust though he tends to tug on the dragon's trust. Regardless, he remains the number one focus for Daust to implement improvement. Travis is the make-or-break factor in the way of Daust's motivation.
Bio: Travis was born and raised in Albastor, with most his needs being attended to by Phoenix Sullivan, a war friend of his father's. Due to the deaths of most those he loved early on in his life, Travis grew up to be quite pessimistic. After being introduced to Daust (when Phoenix adopted him) and going through his lower years of education, Travis applied to the military academy at the age of fourteen with the aforementioned dragon (whom was fifteen at the time). At this point in his life, Travis was most consistent with his studies and the maintaining of a healthy diet and exercise schedule, making him the perfect rival for Kazuki, one of his most favored friends in the academy. Though, when the thrill of competition waned, Travis left Albastor with Daust, failing to inform anyone of his departure or purpose. To this day, he remains with Daust, going from nation to nation without any permanent destination in mind.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 4:28 pm
((Don't judge me! ((Yet...))))
Name: Duriel
Age: Non issue.
A creation apart from angels, demons, and humans, Duriel had been a powerful being of immeasurable strengths, formed to transcend all worlds and the three planes of existence on each. Duriel was mysterious even in those days, this Guardian of Worlds. He saw things near as God saw them, and was made to be in all worlds, all realities, at once.
Though times have changed. Heaven and hell no longer vie for control over humanity.
But it’s warriors still exist, some of them. In other worlds, Duriel was made to step down, to become someone else. Duriel here, however, is aware of all his forms and existences. But though he retains most of his power and strengths-he has been limited for the good of all, and has willingly sworn to remain a bit figure in things.
Duriel’s name became obscured in the histories and lore, all but the Highest of beings forgetting his name and his part in the Wars, of his self imposed but lawed isolation. He could no longer involve himself in the affairs of beings-he was too influential, too strong.
And so, the man wanders. Traveling rather aimlessly, he is not tied to any one purpose or set of beliefs, and while one decade he might be serving a minor purpose in a government or other organized group-the next he might be on the opposing side.
Duriel’s assistance cannot always be relied on-once he goes, he goes. But while he is there, he is a steady and consistent friend and comrade, though he seldom allows his true potential or identity to be known. The struggles of mortals is sad to him-but not sad enough to break Laws over, risk his existence.
Standing at about 5’10”, with a well built chest and back, broader shoulders than most men, Duriel is a sight for sore eyes. Skin is slightly tanned from sunlight, strong muscles rippling beneath the bronze-ish, sun kissed color. He is not overly built-more for endurance rather than sheer strength, not a steroid looking man by any means-but not a weak one either. Chocolate brown eyes are usually mirthful or lost in thought, and often it seems as if Duriel is distracted by unknown things. His long slightly wavy blond hair is usually brushed and left down or pulled into a low ponytail. He tends to wear white, his clothing miraculously never receiving stains of any kind. Duriel usually goes shirtless, and sometimes wearing a plain white poncho.
The oddest thing about this handsome male are the large, feathery white wings that are usually loosely folded to his back. They are taller than him-the arc of both rise about one foot or so over his head, and the bottom feathers were just brushing his calves, near his ankles. Spread, and the wingspan would be astounding-but it has to be, to be capable of flight. And Duriel very much is.
((End crappy a** draft thingie))
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 4:29 pm
"Against the law?"
The Lennox Siblings(Crappy Draft I’ll edit later)
Name: Tristan Arthur Lennox
Current Age: 24
Height: 6’1”
Place of Origin: Courtellï Isle
Race: Human
Favorite Food: Strawberries, fish
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Name: Arian Meridessa Lily Lennox
Current Age: 16
Height: 5’
Place of Origin: Courtelli Isle
Race: Human
Favorite food: Watermelon, Cake
Tristan and Arian were branded and sentenced to die eight years ago, in a deal between their father and the ruling council of Courtellï. Eliot Lennox had given up his children in order to save him and his wife from exile-and had knowingly signed the agreement, literally signing their death warrants.
Tristan was 16, Arian was eight. Needless to say, neither wanted to die. Arian managed to lift a key from a guard’s belt after being branded, and escaped the same night, sneaking to her brother’s cell to free him as well. The two made their way to the sea, stealing a small boat and setting sail with nothing but a few provisions and the clothes on their backs.
Courtelli’s Council set a bounty on both their heads, the beginning of a life as outlaws. Eliot personally hired mercenaries to locate his wayward children, particularly after his wife was executed instead for partial retribution. To this day, Eliot is still searching for his children to met out punishment. Tristan would be spared, being his heir-but Eliot has vowed to kill the daughter who dared to defy his wishes.
Thankfully, Tristan has managed to keep himself and Arian alive and free.
Today, Tristan and Arian make a formidable team. A small name has been made for them due to their activities in the last few years-the two have become symbols for rebellion against oppression, and have been given credit for many small uprisings in various places of Resenia. Other crimes have been committed, from minor thefts to murder, to stories of daring escapes and missions of defiance.
Above all else, the two work for each other. They have to, after all. They’re all they’ve got left.
The elder Lennox stands at 6’1” with a set of broad shoulders and a muscular chest built for endurance and strength. He is not overly built, but strong enough. Fast too. A body built for speed as well as brute strength. The back of his right shoulder blade is tattooed with a large broken lined circle, two v’s-one atop the other- branded deeply into the skin. Bright blue eyes with pale striations are icier than his sister’s, jet black hair short and usually slightly ruffled from running his hand through it distractedly. Man is gorgeously handsome, with a light olive skin tone and a cool indifference that draws people to him as much as it distances them. In short, Tristan is a composed, intelligent, and somewhat cold young man who dislikes inefficiency and overt displays of emotion. Manipulative and sometimes brash, Tristan does not seem to possess a moral compass-no wrongs can be committed except those against himself, and those against his sister. He finds little worth in other people-save what use he can get out of them-and rarely gives a damn about anyone but himself.
The younger Lennox stands at five foot nothing, with glossy black hair that is cut just past her shoulders and darker toned native skin. Both features contrast sharply with Arian’s eyes-vibrantly colored blues irises, reminiscent of the Tropical waters of her homeland, clear, deep, and pure. At sixteen, Arian is surprisingly introverted-yet easily pushed to the point of fiery temper, no matter her starting state of mood. Unlike her older brother, Arian is soft hearted and generally concerned about the welfare of others. She makes an effort to try and help people, and most of the two’s ‘missions’ are started with Arian deciding to help someone or something. A lover of music, Arian is naturally gifted with most instruments, and can play entirely by ear and memory.
Naturally graceful and fleet of foot, her style of fighting is quite near to dancing-tonfas are her weapon of choice, along with her bow. However, Arian’s true strength lies with her mental capacity-she remembers everything she sees and hear, down to the detail. Such a mind is more a curse than a blessing, however-as Arian has experienced a lot of cruelty at the hands of her father. Even today, eight years after fleeing Courtelli-she still suffers vivid nightmares of the past, and because of that, rarely sleeps longer than an hour or so at a time.
"You're seriously warning me of that? Seriously?"-Arian Lennox
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 3:26 am
Name: Raison Sanstray
Age: 19 (YEARS)
Gender: Male
Species: 57% human, 43% hyena, 0% cardboard
Orientation: Bisexual ~~~~~ Appearance Picture: None. I have about about as much artistic skill in me at the moment as the amount of cardboard in Raison's blood- *Shot* Though I guess this will at least show basic build, aside from hair, face, and placement of spots. [/not mine]Appearance Description: Raison's height stands at 6'2. His muscle build is average; not lacking, but not similar to that of a body-builder, either. Fur color resembles that of a medium tan, and small, black spots freckle him from head to knee. Tail, wrists/"hands" and ankles/feet are shaded a very dark grey, with powerful looking claws at the tips of both areas. (Shorter on hands than feet, however, for obvious reasons.) His hair, the color black, lies flat on his head, parted at the left. A few strands stick up here and there. His facial features make him seem calm, as opposed to mirthful or fierce. Brown eyes, too. Oh, the brown eyes...He's also got one fang on the right side of his mouth. Not really useful except for playing with (or looking cute, which he doesn't opt to do often). ~~~~~ Personality Description: Kind but cautious around strangers, devoted to those who have earned his trust, and shrewd towards those who have lost his respect (or failed horribly at earning it in the first place). Yet he attempts to be as forgiving as possible. Also equipped with a fair sense of humor, as well as the ability to be deathly serious when need be. Tends to be quite devoted to his work and to his goals, and also has a knack for being really analytical; It's like a hobby of sorts. ~~~~~ Skills: High speed, both short-term and long term, great reflexes (making him better at close-ranged combat). Weapons:~ Deca-Bladed Rod: As somewhat suggested by the name, this is a brons [bronze] staff that has ten small knobs in various places on its body, to which the user can attach knives. Not only is the rod able to fold into itself twice for the sake of easy storage (i.e., Raison's mail bag), but the knives may be folded along the edges of the blade to make their storage easy as well. (To "activate" the knives, one wound simply need to press a small button on the end of the rod. Convenient, no?) ~ "Final Resort": Given this nickname by Raison, Final Resort is a special pistol that holds within it a secret chamber that bullets pass through when fired. This chamber may be filled with any liquid substance, and is logically used for lacing said bullets with deadly poison. (If you see Raison using this, you know...Well yeah. Look at the name. Guns are not his weapon of choice, nor are any other long-range weapons.) ~~~~~ Teh Bio: "People ask sometimes: doesn't it feel strange to be freelance? To never have a place to really call home? But what they don't seem to understand is that home is not a legal address with a backyard and a bedroom. Home is what you make it. Home is where you want to be, what you want to be and see and do. Home is defined by the soul...My home is where I am right now. My home is Granlough. Sometimes I'm asked if it gets boring, roaming the same country perpetually. I reply no, but lately that's been more of a lie than anything. I dream of travelling to other places but I don't want to go it alone. I'll admit: I'm afraid to embark on something so strange, especially by myself. Granlough has been my home my whole life, ever since I was born, and even more so after you both di- ...I need someone willing to take to the road with me. I need a stranger, a companion. I need a true friend. I've needed it all along. Mother...Father...Does that make me a coward? ...I can only hope not." Raison Sanstray, a freelance mailperson of Granlough, has been travelling his entire life; His parents were travelling merchants whom moved about Granlough by a wagon of sorts. All of you Granlough technology experts out there know exactly what I'm talking about. ... Yes, so. They were a happy bunch, the three of them. Raison's parents loved their work, and Raison enjoyed working under them. Not many chose to travel the desert, so overall it was a good career as well as way of life. Then, when Raison was fourteen, something horrid took place; A plague swept across most of Granlough, carried even by the desert winds. A vaccine was quickly created and spread, but not before a few million lost their lives, Raison's parents included. Raison defeated the sickness after only a week of harsh fever, as children were more resilient to the disease than adults for reasons not yet known. To become a merchant after such events felt like to painful a concept for Raison, so instead the hyena boy took up another profession that seemed enjoyable: frelance mail running. Enjoyable it was, and his racial traits gave him quite an edge in the field. For five years now, he has been doing this job. But lately a yearning has arisen within him. He wishes to see more. He wishes to see the world and all of its glory. He's just about fed up with doing things alone, though.
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