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 Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 8:21 pm
I am Edmond MacDonnel of the Clan MacDonnel. I am a young man among the Immortals, neither newly reborn, nor alive even a half-millenium. In my first life I was named Adrien Beaulieu, and I was a jerky maker, living off of cattle abandoned by the Spanish. When they came and slughtered the livestock I was obstinate enough to catch a bullet. When I revived an age of Piracy still celebrated to this day was born.
I changed my name every time I tookon a new life, but that changed in 1893. A young man was born Edmond Beaumont, grew and died at the hands of a mugger. THe coctors closed the wound, but He could not be saved. When he awoke in his coffin, he was able to get the attention of a passerby, saving himself. THen he met me, and he ws not fortunate. His mother saw my taking of head and powers, and to comfort her I swore in her son's name to make sure he was never forgotten. I called myself Edmond from that day onwrd.
The name MacDonnel comes from my late Scottish wife. I took her family's name when I to her hand in marraige. I have only wed once. I will carry these names for as long as I carry my head.
My present reality is that of a billionare tycoon, head of a conglomerate I started up from what else, a dried goods chain. My secretary is an immortal woman I killed and raised under the influence of a quickening(some bastards aren't even worth decapitating, evidently). When Methos brought me to my senses with something magic I cannot even begin to understand, I took care of her, and I train her three hours every day.
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Kratos Krisna rolled 10 10-sided dice:
7, 9, 1, 10, 9, 3, 9, 8, 7, 4
Total: 67 (10-100)
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 9:20 pm
Kratos Krisna I am Edmond MacDonnel of the Clan MacDonnel. I am a young man among the Immortals, neither newly reborn, nor alive even a half-millenium. In my first life I was named Adrien Beaulieu, and I was a jerky maker, living off of cattle abandoned by the Spanish. When they came and slughtered the livestock I was obstinate enough to catch a bullet. When I revived an age of Piracy still celebrated to this day was born. I changed my name every time I tookon a new life, but that changed in 1893. A young man was born Edmond Beaumont, grew and died at the hands of a mugger. THe coctors closed the wound, but He could not be saved. When he awoke in his coffin, he was able to get the attention of a passerby, saving himself. THen he met me, and he ws not fortunate. His mother saw my taking of head and powers, and to comfort her I swore in her son's name to make sure he was never forgotten. I called myself Edmond from that day onwrd. The name MacDonnel comes from my late Scottish wife. I took her family's name when I to her hand in marraige. I have only wed once. I will carry these names for as long as I carry my head. My present reality is that of a billionare tycoon, head of a conglomerate I started up from what else, a dried goods chain. My secretary is an immortal woman I killed and raised under the influence of a quickening(some bastards aren't even worth decapitating, evidently). When Methos brought me to my senses with something magic I cannot even begin to understand, I took care of her, and I train her three hours every day.
I forgot to mention some things. My physical characteristics, my personality, my quirks, and other distinctions.
First off, my physical appearance. Under my clothes are a number of scars I got in life, and each time muscle has been ripped from my body. Given that I have little choice in where I am challenged, that happens to me more than you would imagine, and the damage to my skin takes wuite a while to heal. I have sandy brown hair and my irises are "the shade of bark from an oak tree" (mother was a bit poetic about me). I am six foot three and a half inches, which is a little too much for me, because it makes me stand out. I have a tan I postered in life, that stayed with me into death. There is some brawn to me, but when I wear my suit, you would never guess it.
My clothes are inconspicuous, except for my business attire. I have an outfit for every facet of my life, one perk of being so damn rich. I make a point of not standing out, so when other immortals sense me, they might seek someone else.
I'll just post this and repost in the correct format.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 10:07 pm
I am having a slow internet, and operating on two tabs at once. Now I have one tab on this, and the other tab on another character profile, so I can see what to do. Let's begin.
Height: 6' 3.5"
Weight: 180 lbs. (curiously, it's only 5.7 percent fat)
Race: Immortal
Gender: Male (although I seem to have a bad habit of joining Immortal females a half dozen at a time. You'll see more of them)
Eye Color: Brown, but likened to the bark of an Oak tree (if there is a shade for that, let me know)
Hair color: Light Brown, like sand or dust
Distinguishing features: Plastic surgery after each death makes it hard for Watchers to place him. He is tan, and covers everything but his head and hands, and wherever stylish, appropriate, or inconspicuous, he covers them with gloves. Under those garments, however, are alot of scar. Skin scrapes and other products have lessened them a bit, but the healing factor brings back the dozens of small scars he had before his first death. They are the best way to identify him, but they can also be concealed with makeup.
Place of Birth: Born to colonists who moved around in the Carribean. It's impossible for him to say where he was born. His mother was unusally dark for a northern European, but his father was a Frenchman, so his tan might or might not suggest he is a mix on his mother's side.
Age: On April 10th, 2010 he'll be 410 years old.
Education: Outcats, Scoundrels, His kin, the occasional outlaw trying to lay low, and law enforcement, all before his first death. Shortly after his First death he was knocked overboard a ship. No one knew him well there, but he drowned, and washed up near an Immortal Watcher, who explained his immortality before trying to kill him. Damned Hunters. (A quick throw of a musket ball into the man's eye and he could wrest the sword from the man's hand, end him and learned about killing from him too).
Marital Status: A wife i the Scottish clan MacDonnel, in the year 1810. It is her family he gets his current name from. (They desend from a clan who shares a name with a clan Rival to the MacCleods. This is problematic when dealing with Highlanders)
First Teacher: Said Slain hunter. The mean man noticed that Adrien had inherited a generic sword from his father, offered his own generic sword as a bluff to get close, and used it to try to kill him, that sword Adrien would use for another century.
Special Skills: Business, fencing in various styles, reading the cues of other people, dance, cooking, navigating, psycology, hypnotherapy, slight of hand, underacheiver tactics, passing a polygraph, and dries food lioke no other immortal can! He's a jerky maker. Why would he be second to anyone else? It's the first trade he ever learned.
Powers: Can only die if you take his head, has taught his own body advanced resistance, or total immunity to poisons and deseases, minor and major. Photographic memory is not as good as the steriotypical Immortal, but it's a close second, even better when Incredib;e priority is placed on the event. His muscle Memory is infallible, which means he must train hard and often to keep only the correct motions that he's learned at their peak, and to avoid the ssloppy ones. Can sense other immortals at a farther distance than most giving him warning before they have warning. He also senses them if they use an extra power, like illusions, or thought perceptions. Can hear 20 yards farther than he ought to, and interpret the sounds to an unheardof clarity. final power is the ability to sense immortals before their first death, with such detail that he can tell who is the immortal if they're in a crowd. Cannot be this precise with other immortals, even if he had met them before they became immortals.
History: Still Growing, but you'll see him in the backgorund of many photographs, for as early as there have been photographs.
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Kratos Krisna rolled 10 10-sided dice:
9, 2, 9, 7, 9, 5, 1, 6, 2, 6
Total: 56 (10-100)
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 11:00 pm
I have gathered many associates over the years, preffering immortals because they last longer. This is but one such contact. Duncan MacLeod knew her as Greta, a novice fortune-teller who helped him track down an abducted Tessa with her gifts, that only started working in Duncan's presence. I know her as Greta, my secretary and occasional life-saver. Here is her picture.  (If you want anything more impressive than that, Bing her) She will be my eyes and ears where I cannot be, and a test of my restraint. Need to ask why? Look at her, then look at her job performance. Must not blow it, must not blow it... Her physical characteristics will be gauged by the actress who played her in the series (Traci Lords): Height: 5 ft 7 in (1.70 m) Weight: 115 lb (52 kg; 8.2 st) Measurements: 36D-25-36 in Eye color: Blue Hair color: Brown/Blonde/Red Ethnicity: Caucasian Dislikes: Strange men who don't call back after the freaky weird occurences, her visions to work, and immortal business in general, although not told what an immortal is, yet. And it shall stay that way if you value your heads. Quirks, a short, yet formative portion of her life in the early nineties that she doesn't explain, but has a profound overall shift in her personality visible to this day. Goes through styles of apparrel as often as some women go through apparrel (is she hiding from someone?) and never, ever mixes business with pleasure.
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Kratos Krisna rolled 10 10-sided dice:
4, 7, 8, 10, 6, 5, 3, 9, 10, 8
Total: 70 (10-100)
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 8:18 pm
I have made friends that I don't employ, but I keep in touch with, anyway. This friend is Nathan Kirsch, (but everyone says he looks just like Ramirez. I thought I did something about that.
Physically and facially Ramirez's double, I found him some 13 years ago, impaled as his first death by an Immortal who was dissapointed to learn that the Buzz had indicated someone else and that this was just someone's grandfather. I burned his face off so he would not be identified, and called the police. With the pole through his frame, he just kept dying. I had some junkies rob the morgue before he could be identified. I explained the rules of the game to him, and described which products he should use so people would take his lack off aging as not noteworthy.
He's been retired now, and at my urging has taken up Kendo, and volunteers at his local Lutheran Church. I've taught him how to gaze around the room, without giving a physical sign of interest, His rejuvenated hair is now brown, his surgical scars from life are being slowly faded away, and his wrinkles are diminishing, thanks to modern dermatology and hair-care products, now people with scores to settle with Rameriz won't come looking for him. He has a choice; Fight in the game and make enemies and maybe live longer, or do nothing and let bad people come to him, if they find him. He seems to have chosen the latter, but I'll say this about it. I've never seen anyone look so alive.
Don't lose your head, my friend.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 6:55 pm
Kortan I am simply Kortan. The mortals know me only by a series of aliases. Constantine, Arostotile, I have even called myself Mohammed once, if you'll believe me. To travel in the human world, I take temp jobs and purchase only the neccessities. My turn-ons are experiencing the Quickening, my power being unchallenged, provoking Conner MacLeod (he deserves it for hiding in plain sight where we both know I am forbidden to strike), and conquest. My turnoffs include Immortal teens(See Richie Ryan; good riddance/Methos; how's the nose? Finished healing, yet?), Challenges to my dominion, and mollycoddling the Mortals (only good in my eyes for furthering my own schemes). My pet peeves are: the entire Clan MacLeod (Good for nothing but meddling, I assure you), Holy Ground, Darius (As soon as you saw me coming and smiting the foolish Samaritans who defended you you retreated, and next I saw you was in that damn chapel you stayed in till you died stressed ), The sanctuary itself (now how do I take the head of the man who inherited the Kurgan's power?), Immortals who preach and preach about the values of man's history (Rameriz, Marcus Constantine , and Lanceley I'm looking at you) Edmond MacDonnell, I SWEAR, WHEREVER YOU'RE HIDING, I WILL FIND YOU AND DESTROY YOU!!! Most boring places I've personally been: Stonehenge, the Sanctuary, St. Joseph's Chapel, any replica of Stonehenge, the Vatican, About Myself; When going out I wear armor of some sort, while I am still pursued for the game, under my clothing. I prefer to break the swords of my challengers in my hands, and behead them with their own blades while they are still so surprised. At least while there is still so much scrutiny upon me, that is.
I have batttled Edmond MacDonnell to the death twice as of this entry, each time incompletly. The first time we battled on a cliff face, and when he knocked my sword over the edge, I jumped after it. 'He who fights and runs away, lives to fight another day'. I follow that and do not impress many, but I much more powerful than those vain fools who refused the credo, mocked me, and died at my blade. razz
The 2nd I faced Edmond, we had a formal fencing match with a wide variety of swords at hand. As we broke each others swords, we grabbed more powerful, forceful ones from the walls, in a gradual process so people around us would assume we were caught in the heat of passion, rather than trying to kill each other. Eventually that came true. When we weilded Claymores, it came to a point that we physically needed to lean into each other to support ourselves. We noticed an uproarious applause, and remembered that we had spectators. We were asked to return, but Edmond declined and I agreed with no intention of keeping my word. THat was the only time he and I have tied. We were equal then, and I'm quite stronger now.
I have found an Immortal who has poached on other immortals, and only immortals who carried extra supernatural phenomena about them and passed them on with the quickening. I have almost cornerded him, for the beheading. Soon his power will be mine. There can be only one. Forget this at your own peril.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 10:36 pm
Immortal “King”
Hello, my name among Immortals is King. My legal name is Memphis Isaiah Vernon James Smith, but people just call me Memphis Smith. I am a humble music salesman out of Tupelo Mississippi. I have a custom axe built with it’s own speakers and power pack. Asklepios helped me build it, from teaching me the construction of it, to how to program it. It’s an electric guitar. Miniaturized circuitry, vast hollow space to hold my multivitamin and fiber powders, and all the equipment I need to win the game. That’s right, my guitar is an axe in more than just name. It’s also got some nifty speakers and a plug-in for a clip-on mike that’s Blue Tooth compatible.
I appeared in 1980 AD, a Smith by blood. So I took the name Smith for myself. I had awakened in Memphis, so I called myself Memphis. Not even the watchers have commented on my first life, maybe they think I’m recent, or maybe they’ve ruled out all claims as to who I was. Both are probably true. I travelled the Southeast United States for seven years before I made a home for myself that I turned into a business in, you guessed it (probably) Tupelo, Mississippi.
I live in modest quarters behind my shop with my three cats. I have a small chapel, (more of a shrine, really) in a renovated closet, a fold-up bed, a tiny barn that was once my garage (the walls are lined with speakers, and that doesn’t count as Holy Ground) and I do my business from behind a counter designed to drop a grate across it to stop burglars.
My business is selling CDs and Vintage Vinyl albums. The genres are Rock & Roll, Pop, Rockabilly, Blues, Gospel, R&B. An entire wall is devoted to Christian music, and separate donation tins are available for five charities. Some crooks called themselves deliverers of money for those charities, and when I found out what they’d done I rallied the hunt to retrieve their loot. I deliver it myself, now.
My fighting skills incorporate karate, and military training regimens, both of which I practice daily. My primary weapon is my place in my local community. You can’t easily attack me and get away unseen, I’m not even on the outskirts of town. If you can, beware the concealed toys in my gutair. I’m never without my gutair.
My physical characteristics arte as follows: Caucasian male, mid-fifties in apparent age, a bit portly, clean-shaven head, A nice, deep tan, quite a bit of muscle under my fat (I am trying to take care of myself amidst my eternal life.
All that being said…
Hail to the King, Baby!
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 2:19 pm
Bob (for Highlander roleplay) Bob is not this man’s name, but this man stopped caring for his given name a long time ago. As an intillectual who sees no value to his intillect, he is complacent to let the watchers make gross historical inaccuracies in their work. Born under a lunar (and thusly shorter) calendar, he measures his lifespan to be 7,320 years old, although he’s never sure what that amounts to by the Christian calendar. He has been in countless points in history without his name going into any modern history books. Example, During the Olympic Panklation event of 564 B.C., he conceded to Arrachion of Phigalia, when he noticed Arrachion was dying. Arrachion became the only dead person in history to Win an Olympic event. Bob also tried out for an Olympic Billiards team for the 1900 games held in Paris. Both are actual historical events. More to come. Physical characteristics: He’s an albino, born with no pigment, pink eyes, and white hair. Thousands of years of harsh sun exposure, however, have left him so bronze it looks natural. Deeper than any tan they’ve ever seen. Every time he contracts skin cancer, he just kills himself, and promptly revives. He has neither an under bite nor an over bite, and his continuous experiments in dental care over the millenia have paid off. Stood at 6’ 4’’ at age sixteen (solar calendar), and wears his hair Baron Meier Link from Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust. As a side note, like the “Amazing Amanda”, he can pull swords out of thin air. His own sword is a full replica of Sephiroth’s sword from Final Fantasy VII, made from the strongest aluminum. Personality; He stopped caring what people thought about his life experiences and the accurate representation of history. This unhealthy attitude was compounded when the tendency of mortals and immortals alike towards presuming that the way things are are the way things have always been became too much for his finite patience. Even Immortals have acted that way. It really pisses him off. So he lets Watchers get bits of history wrong, writes off movies like Amadeus and 300 as factual, etc. He only started rekindling an interest in was life and what he could glean from it when HIS watcher, a reformed former Neo-Nazi and devout Buddhist, kept pestering him to be truthful. He shares an apartment with three other men, his Wathcher, and two other Immortals. He’s very tolerant of them, and share world customs with them. He doesn’t do Halloween or Easter or Christmas, he does ancient Pagan traditions of celebrating the transition of the four seasons. He’s subtle about it, though. He also does the Day of the Dead, what with his many slain Immortal friends from the Gatherirng and whatnot. When a convention is in Town he periodically attends dressed as an Ishvalan from Fullmetal Alchemist, who have light hair, dark skin and red eyes. This is a joke about the appearance he has developed over the years.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 8:14 pm
The Brothers Grim
Two Fraternal Twins both afflicted with Immortality
Names are belonging to lost tongues, but the elder smaller one is most frequently called Angus and the younger's been named Gregor by Colin MacLeod. Their powers are considered so great and terrible that most Watchers balk at docuemnting them for fear of tempting those who would covet their power.
Height 7'2" and 8'
Weight 300 lbs. and 360 lbs.
Eye Color Amber and Amber
Hair none, But Angus has tattoos on his scalp
Weapons Angus will use anything he can get his hands on, even his two hands to decapitate another Immortal, but Gregor is currently using samall chainsaws concealed in two parts in each pant leg.
Powers Each man has the same initial powers as the other. Their powers are the standard Immortal fare, but with extra powers that take those properties to a whole other level. They can track any Immortal whose Buzz has they've experienced at any time to any part of the planet; When experiencing a Quickening, they the life energies of any Immortal slain by Immortal and Mortal alike that the newly beheaded has killed in their lifetime, and then take the same from the poor buggers that those chaps killed, until you run out of people; if you mortally wound the brothers, but they have not "died" while your sword (or what have you) is in them, removing it will heal the wound; if you take their head, they will inhabit your consciousness for the rest of your life (this power is carried on with each Immortal who claims their respective heads, and whoever takes their heads even if that means some poor b*****d is stuck with 100 voices in his head);. If the same immortal kills them both, all the power and knowledge of each Immortals slain, but not taken by another immortal, like Darius, (before and after Gregor or Angus die) will belong to that Immortal.
History of Angus: Inadvetantly killing several mortals at a time throughout history, you can count various ancestors of James Horton on that list. He is very comfortable around Carnivals and Circuses, because his massive size fit in inconspicuously in those places. Unfortunately, he's gotten onto the bad side of Kortan, who witnessed his extra-destructive quickening firsthand.
Like Kortan, he has also hunted Immortals for their extra abilities. He now holds more than anyone else. Among his various conquests involve an Olympic Athlete who could redirect bolts of lightning, a mercenary employed by the Third Reich, and a Norseman who took heads with an enormous hammer. His current weapon of chooice is a stone axe-hammer in each hand. But he has been seen weilding a Claymore in each hand without any strain.
History of Gregor: He and his brother gained Immortality when they were thrown into a natural gas pocket, and destroyed in an explosion. Coming back, he took the murderer's arm. Being recognized by his new victim, he only spared the man and left at his brother's urging, discrediting the fool for life (he went on to regail the tale of his injury. The people didn't believe that two dead people would rise up just to wrench off an arm, if they would rise up at all). Millenia later He and his brother split ways, keeping tabs on each other with their strange abilities. Gregor met Colin MacLeod after the Younger Immortal had left the Clan MacLeod. Admitting that his name had been rendered nigh-unpronouncable by the development of thousands of years of language, he was named Gregor by Colin, in honor of the man who had clamored for his life. Gregor also befreinded Edmond MacDonnell, Richie Ryan, Rameriz, and beat up each of the Four Horsemen on one of their campaigns during the course of his travels.
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