Character Creation Thread

[Traken]

Alrighty, time to get down to business.

Some basic guidelines,

All new characters are to remain human. Alien influence is non-existant at the moment, and while there are a few exceptions, it is prefered if your new character remain human. After some experience, and if you still wish to do so, talk to one of the head guys, and run your character idea across them. Otherwise, please don't do it without approval.

All new characters won't have magick ability. Basically, the same deal with the alien thing. Magick affects a very minute group of the population. For this reason and others, we don't want 40 uber mages running around blasting the heck out of each other.

Please stick to one of the 2 main affiliations. Neutral and other groups are permitted, but it's a lot easier for you to start out with a Party or Radical character.

Keep things realistic. Don't go and make a character who is 8 feet tall, carries 4 heavy machine guns, and has tank treads for feet. (You may laugh, but all those have been tried....) If you're unsure of what's realistic, just ask.

Don't create some instantly god-like character. And don't get all pissy when you come across some characters that are more powerful than you. Just like any real RPG, some characters have more "experience" than others. And while we may not keep track of it in numbers, the veterans are going to be undoubtedly better than others.

Please be courteous to each other. Don't go around killing each other, totally jacking each other's storylines, and the like. If you have a problem with something, don't start spouting "OMG J00 4M T3H GH3YZ0R!!!11" crap. Come to one of us, and we'll look into it.

And most importantly, have fun. :)


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Name: Traken

Afilliation: Rouge Party

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Height: 6'6"

Weight: 275lbs

Hair: Shaved head, with a beard. Color of beard is brownish-red

General Appearance: Traken is a tall, broad shouldered man clad in a long, black, double-breasted leather trench coat. The coat is punctured in a few places by bullet holes from past injuries and near misses.

Weaponry: Modified H&K USP .45 issued to members of the 3rd Legion of Prexis

Bio: Traken was originally a field operative for the Party when after an encounter with Prexis, began to have strange magick related experiences. A year later, after having been trained in the ways of magick through the 3rd Legion of Prexis, Traken encountered Solistus, who offered to turn control of the Party over to Traken in exchange for help in destroying Prexis. In the quest to gather power against Prexis, they found an artifact that Prexis had been looking for, known as the Cradle of Souls. Capable of vastly increasing it's wearers magickal power, Traken donned it only to find that it couldn't be removed. His power, however magnified exponentially. The Cradle however constanly fed off of it's wearer, so the user is in a constant struggle for sanity.

[OboeGuru]

Name: Trell Wombat

Alias: The Guru

Race: Unconfirmable. Appears to be human.

Afilliation: Radicals

Age: 26

Sex: Male

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 178 lbs

Hair: Nearly shaved, about 1/8" long. Neatly trimmed goatee. Naturally white colored.

General Appearance: He wears reflective orange Oakleys perpertually, even to bed, though Trell does not make a habit of sleeping much. He has numerous scars from glass cuts. His body frame is well-built, due to the rigorous physical training he put himself through in his younger years. Most hold the opinion that his digits are irregularly long, no explanation can be made.

Weaponry: Forthcoming.

Bio: Trell was born to a privilged family under the Party's care. He was raised to love the Party and ultimately joined the defense squads of the Party the day he was age-eligible. Trell had studied combat tactics for years and had become a revered commander in his remote batallion, the 52nd Sheik Regulars. He was being considered for a promotion to the front lines when the Cataclysm was used. The blast was near where his batallion was stationed so they took a great effect of the blast. All but four of the 52nd died instantly, the others including Trell were severely wounded. By a stroke of luck, the blast had flown Trell into a tank of healing solution, so he alone survived the blast. The others had died within 2 hours of the blast from copious bleeding. Unfortunately, a concussion had left Trell with no clue as to his identity, save for the dogtag he wore bearing "Trell Wombal" and all his knowledge of combat tactics. He wandered the wastleland for many days and nights before being picked up by the Radicals. Having no memory of his affiliation, the Radicals told him all about the atrocities the Party had commited, and Trell quickly became an avid Radical, ready to burst into battle and kick some Party ass. As he regains his full compsure, Trell's amnesia seems to turn into an acute personality disorder, which he constantly takes drugs to repress. His vast military knowledge took him in stride as he immediately began to move up the ranks in the Radical army, slowly but surely.

Note: will finish adding info later.

[henrywonderchimp]

Name: Clarrett
Affiliation: Radical
Age: 26
Height: 6'
Weight: 180 lbs.
Hair: marine style buzz cut. usually a good amount of beard stubble.
Eye Color: green (but if you've gotten close enough to see this, you'd already be dead)
Weaponry: SIG-Sauer P220 .45 cal handgun, SIG 550 assault rifle when in heavy combat, combat knife
Appearance: Clarrett is an average sized man in height, and is very well fit, leanly muscular in build. his outward appearance shows nothing of the fire that burns inside him with disgust for all that the Party is doing to his world.
Background: Clarrett has been involved with many anti-establishment groups over the course of his life, and has been imprisoned many times for his radical political views. but he hated the party more than anything he had ever encountered- a deep hatred, burning inside him like the fires of Hell itself. he will make a difference...he knows he will.

[T-Dawg]

Code Name: Shadowstar
Real Name: Unknown
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Affiliation: Currently none, searching for his Mentor "The Great Solarian"

Eyes: Pits of pure black.
Hair: None.
Clothes: Black Jeans, with numerous pockets, a black T-Shirt, and a black cloak.
Height: 6'0"
Weight 165
Age: Unknown, though appears quite young.

Abilities: Shadowstar was born with the innate power of psionics.
Weapons: A sword crafted from before The Cataclysm called Infinity's End. Also carries a sniper rifle, and two automatic handguns.He carrys various throwing daggers.

Background: Shadowstar was born different. He was a child with powers not known to the common mortal. He was feared by many, but he was accepted by some and as such went to the planet Venus to train. There "the great solarian" taught him the beginnings of The Source, and his abilities quickly grew. After some unfateful events Shadowstar was summoned to Earth, to launch an attack against The Party. There though he was taken prisoner by The Party and they drugged the teenager.
After prolonged drugging, probing, and bionic optomizing, Shadowstar was trained as an assassin for The Party. After the cataclysm though, he was freed from his bondage as The Party could not sustain control over his will. Unfortunatly the drugs and malfunctioning bionics were taking its toll. Shadowstar no longer can focus his psionic energy but through its erratic nature some side effects have occured. Shadowstar can no longer remember anything which is not dirrectly important to him, and the only two people he can remember are AJ and The Great Solarian. Also, anyone within thirty feet who do not weild magic are struck with severe headaches and nausia. Anyone who even looks upon Shadowstar cannot concentrate and loses focus almost immedietly. (which has saved him from several snipers sent by the party). Though through this Shadowstar has earned the name of "the insanity mage" and his only goal is to find the great solarian or AJ, before his own insanity can get the best of him.

Edit: In case anyone is wondering this character was ok`ed way back in the beginning of BF PvR by Solistus himself. So yeah I have magical power. =p

[Yahhred]

Name: der Geistliche (The Chaplain)

Nationality: German

Afilliation: Radical

Age: 23

Sex: Male

Height: 6'4"

Weight: 215

Hair: a mohawk (about 6 inches in height) black in color

General Appearance: a somewhat built man with a dark, feel about him, he wears a long cloth trenchcoat ornimented with crosses on his Lapel and on both cuffs of his sleeves, which covers a tattered black priests clothes (think of the white collar and black shirt and pants ^^). accompanied with Large heavy combat boots (standard issue in any military)

Eye color: an almost transluecent blue (nearly white)

Weaponry: (primary weapon): a modded M4 (here is a pic for you all)

http://www.thermaldynamics.com/pictures/mstn/DD-4.JPG

(secondary weapon): a custom colt 1911, which he calls "The Funeral Bell" (here is another pic for you all)

http://www.world.guns.ru/handguns/1911_sti_colt_custom.jpg

and spare Mags for each, along with a combat Knife

Bio: the man only known as "Der Geistliche" was born into a somewhat wealthy family, which while growing up, had always supported the Party. Not sharing the same sentiment, He became a man of the cloth (a priest)(even though he knew he could die because of his anti-Party feelings) he only wanted to help people, but that all changed when news reached him that his parents, who refused to reveal his wherabouts, were painfully executed, he then joined up with the Radicals and now fights for them, opposing the Party with all of his being.

[Fenguin]

Name: Dragon
Afilliation: Radical
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 150
Hair: Short fuzzy black hair.
General Appearance: Wears a full-body ninja suit. Currently only has three colors: black, green, and brown. He wears some sort of bamboo armor underneath.
Weaponry: Two Damascus steel katanas. They are about 3.5 feet long. They have a black hilt, and the swordguard is pure gold. There is a single blue diamond in the middle of the swordguard. It seems to be there for only decorative purposes. The history of the swords are as great as their elegance. Many centuries ago, they were once forged by master swordsmiths at the height of power of the Chinese empire.
He also has several small shurikens for long-range assassinations. However, he loaths to part with them because he does not want to waste them.
Bio: Born to a semirich family in central China. He started swords and martial-arts training at the age of two. When he was seven years old, his parents, who had been harboring hatred towards the Party for many years, finally snapped and made their feelings public. Immediately, they were imprisoned and never heard from again. However, before they left, Dragon's parents gave him a gift: the two steel katanas that he still wields today.
Having forgotten his name, the little boy wandered from place to place, fighting people for money. All this time, his mind was filled only with thoughts of vengeance. Finally, he heard about the Radicals, and resolutely joined their side.

Hehe, ninjas are ok right? They might not exist today, but they're semi-realistic ;)

[Visceral]

Name: Mike "Visceral" Richter
Affiliation: Radicals
Nationality: American
Sex: M
Age: 25
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 150 lbs.
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Clothing: Black leather trenchcoat (what else? ;) ), black army-style boots.
Equipment: Kevlar vest, one automatic handgun, one sawed-off shotgun, one katana.
Background: Mike stayed neutral in the Party vs. Radicals conflict for as long as he could. He detested war and violence for most of his life. After the Cataclysm destroyed most of the civilized world, Mike knew he could not stay neutral any longer. He had to take a side, had to decide what he believed in and stand up for it. He joined the Radicals and has been fighting for them for the last two years. War has dramatically changed Mike; he now detests the Party and feels that war against them is totally justified. He hasn't completely lost his humanitarian side; he has been known to let Party fighters go instead of killing them from time to time.

[Esperanto]

Name:Jacob Markovich

Affiliation: Radical

Nationality: American

Aliases: Samuel Otterman, Peter Dallas, La Silentulo, White Falcon

Age: 29

Sex: Male

Height: 6'3"

Weight: 165 lbs

Eyes: Dark brown

Hair: Short brown hair.

Other Description: Prominent jawline. Inch long scar on lower right jaw. Dresses mostly in worn clothing, often BDUs. Always has a small backpack in which he carries extra ammo, etc.

Personality: Not very open with most people. Sarcastic, and often very pessimistic. Can be very patient, but can also get tremendously violent when angry. However, he can also be very kind, and gentle. It all depends on the cirtumstances. Speaks Esperanto, German, and broken Serbian.

Wanted by Party government for involvement in various bombings, raids, and sniper attacks. Party government offers $3 million+ for his apprehension.

Weapons: Springfield 1911 .45 pistol, hunting knife, extendable baton, various other small items. (Not in possesion of long gun at present time. Note: These are his personal weapons; not those issued by the Radicals that he sometimes uses.)

Bio: Moved to Chemnitz, Germany with his younger sister in 2024, at the age of 23. In 2026, his sister, Jennifer, was abducted by the Party for working with the Radicals. Markovich joins the Radicals and becomes an excellent agent, helping with various attacks on Party officials and buildings.

In 2026, he participates in the so called "Siege of Novi Sad," during which the Party attacks and eventually captures a hospital held by a greatly outnumbered force of Radicals.

He flees to Bosnia, where there is an anti-Party revolution taking place. He fights in the war, and eventually Bosnia is freed from Party rule, making it the only totally independent country in Europe.

After the revolution, Markovich basically disappears. He surfaces with the alias "Peter Dallas," in an attempted coup d'etat in Berlin, Germany. The coup fails miserably, possibly because of a mole in Markovich's/Dallas' forces.

He is told to go to Norway because of suspected Radical activity. There he meets, among others, Sevieth, a female Radical with a dark past of her own. The two travel to various places in Europe to elude the Party, and end up in Paris, where they are apprehended by a team of Radicals and taken to the headquarters of Radical Intelligence in Banja Luka, Bosnia. He is told that he was suspected of treason, but the two are eventually released.

[BlackHawk]

Name: Neal (last name unknown).

Affiliation: Radical (*joins the bandwaggon*).

Nationality: Canadian.

Aliases: None.

Age: 25.

Sex: Male.

Height: 5'11".

Weight: 150 lbs

Eyes: Light grey.

Hair: Unkept longish brown hair (similiar to the 'skater' style of today).

Other Description: Neal is usually seen in a black flak armour top with nothing but a plastic / glass red eagle on the right breast of it. He has normal army issued pants and boots. Being in the war and not usually able to shave or clean himself up, Neal has the begginings of a beard.

Personality: Neal is a very courageous fighter, and is very compassionite about his role in the war. He has adopted the "leave no man behind" attitude and will help any of his fallen brethren in battle, if he can. He shows no mercy to the enemy, but is willing to help any one neutral or Radical affiliated, especially any civilians he may encounter (if anyone is truly a civilian anymore).

Weapons: Remington 11-87 Police with 20" barrel, standard magazine, pistol grip stock and a Bushnell HoloSight and tactical light installed (let's just say I got scavanged it from a police station) (Pic (http://world.guns.ru/shotgun/rem1187pol2.jpg)), Tactical Five Seven Pistol (Pic (http://world.guns.ru/handguns/fn-five7.jpg)).

Bio: Neal was brought up just before the release of the Cataclysm and until then remained fairly unaffected by the war going on. His family had sided with the Party, but that was just a precaution to protect their family members, and interests.

When the Cataclysm was unleashed, Neal's family quickly took shelter in a concrete bunker like room in their basement that they had thought of ripping apart before since it had seemed so useless. They were happy they hadn't when they stayed secure in the bunker-room for 5 days before finally coming out, safe and sound. But it was when they came out that they didn't feel so safe and sound anymore, they entered into a hellish warzone. There whole house was ripped apart, as were many on the block.

Days later Neal and his family were still living in and around their destroyed house, recovering pieces of houses, or other such items that may help them survive day-to-day, and retiring to the bunker at night. One day though, they had some guests come. It was a group of Radical soldiers that had got seperated from their regiment when the Cataclysm hit.

And of course, having been believers in the Radical way (just going with the Party so as not to be destroyed), they helped the Radical group, in return for protection and help. Neal remembers staying up late at night listening to the group tell stories of the war and their wins and losses. That was when he vowed to join them someday on the battlefield against the Party.

[GrassDragon]

Name: Gemini

Affiliation: Radicals

Nationality: American, African descent

Age: 27

Sex: Male

Height: 6'3"

Weight: 280 lb.

Eyes: Dark

Hair: None, shaved

Other info: Gemini is a very large man. He looks as if he could rip your head off with his bare hands. His personality does not seem to fit his looks though, he is easy to be around and a good partier. He can however, if the time presents itself, hold his own in battle, and has no fear even when charging into a room full of enemies. His father took part as a Radical, and after he was killed several years ago Gemini has also joined the Radicals.

Clothing/Weapons: Gemini normally wears army pants and commando boots, and a black kevlar vest. He wields a pump action shotgun and two Glock 21's and also carries a few battle knives for when the fighting gets in close.

[Traken]

What kind of linkage, BH? And GrassDragon, what are you looking for in your pistols? Caliber? Anthing in particular?

[GrassDragon]

I have absolutly no idea about anything gun-related. Just some big semi-auto handguns that he could use.

[Traken]

Well, let's see, there's the H&K USP (http://world.guns.ru/handguns/hg11-e.htm), which comes in a variety of calibers, albiet it's a more exspensive handgun, and technically, the Radicals might not have access to many of them. A more likely choice is possibly a Glock (http://world.guns.ru/handguns/hg15-e.htm), which comes in innumerable varieties. If you want a higher powered one, you could get the Glock 21, which is .45 caliber. The Glock 17 is 9mm, and the Glock 18 is 9mm, with the ability to fire full-auto. There are other calibers as well, but I'm assuming you're interested in something more like the .45. Hope that helps. If you need to know more, PM me or catch me on AIM, etc.

[Graeme]

(OOC: This is my bio, my stats and how I'm going to introduce myself into the main storyline for those of you that are wondering :P.)

"Oy Chris! Come take a gander at this! Yu'r famous mate!", yelled a tall man, standing next to a large wanted poster in one of the few operational public trainstations in this area.

Christian bobbed his head up slightly, and ignored the man. The man seemingly somewhat ticked at this ignorance ripped the poster, and brought it over to Chris. Christian looked it over a few times . . .


Christian Brighton : Wanted by Radical Officials
A hefty 1000 Radical Credits will be given to the person who captures him alive.
500 for dead.

Traits:
Affiliation: Party
Nationality: Born Canadian, however he lived in Europe for the better part of his life.
Accent: No strong accent.
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight: Unknown
Eye Colour: Unknown due to coloured contact lenses
Hair Colour: Unknown due to frequent hair dying
Vehicle: Has been known to drive a legacy vehicle known as a 93 chevy. It holds the license AEUO 865.
Common Attire: Well-faded legacy clothing.


Chris stroked his chin lightly, and then spoke queitly in a raspy voice, "Excellent. I'm glad you let everyone in this station know I'm a wanted criminal Stu! It really helps that undercover bit of an operation, ya know?"

He stopped talking and picked up his bags. Chris lifted himself up, then shifted his weight onto a cane in his left hand, and began stumbling toward the train that had arrived only seconds ago. Christian shouted behind to the man, who still seemed somewhat peeved by Chris' last comment, "Hurry up will you? We're going to miss our ride!"

The man grabbed the rest of the luggage and followed Chris onto the train. Stu, this hulking man, precariously balanced the 5 suitcases, 2 large containers of brandy, and a pet poodle in a carrying case, as he entered a narrow hallway that lead to the individual rooms. He followed the elderly figure in front of him everywhere he went, winding in and out of hallways, passing through the different carriages, until finally they stopped inside a rather large compartment.

Christian looked back, "Alright. This is it! Have a good walk?"

Stu frowned, "Aye, but t'would've bi'n a wee' bit mor' easy on meh if you didn't make meh carry 'roun' this damned dog!"

Christian chuckled lightly, "Hey, I told you! I need the dog for the image! The image! It's all that really matters! Besides, it's cute isn't it?"

Christian put his hand out towards the cage, but jerked back almost immediately as the dog began to snarl. Chris gave it another attempt, but the dog wouldn't have it, and bit at his hand. Christian just narrowly escaped having the stabbing pain of poodle teeth being jabbed into his fingers.

Christian remarked, "Well . . . she WAS friendly at the pet shop. Maybe it's just morning sickness or something?"

Stu laughed and replied, "Aye, but isn't that for pregnant animals?"

A giant smile widened on Christian's face, "Oh, I must have forgotten to tell you Stu! We're going to be parents soon!"

A look of horror overtook Stu, "You mean . . . You don't mean! There'll be more of these things!?"

Christian laughed, "For the image Stu! Think about the image!"

---------------------------------Meanwhile------------------------------

Two darkly clad men spoke in a grotesquely decorated office. Pink stripes swirved across the walls, pictures of a man's hideously disfigured family, lay on a giant desk in the center of the room, and the small window in the corner of the room led directly to a brick wall. The roof was painted black, and had little sticky glow in the dark stars attached to it, to give that 'night time' effect, though no one was ever really fooled about it being a real night sky. It was actually quite obvious that those were glow in the dark stars, especially when the roomlights were on, as they were now.

One man spoke, "So . . . you think he's still up to the job? I mean, he is like. . . how old now?"

The other replied, "I actually lost count a while ago. His birth records kind of . . . ", the man adjusted his necktie, "Well, what can I say, they're lost. All we know is he is THE Christian. You know . . . THE Christian Brighton."

"Why do you keep exentuating THE so much. I get the point. He is Christian, but is he still up to it?"

The other man guffawed, "Honestly, why even bother asking that!? I told you, he is THE . .. "

The first man cut him off, "I know, I know THE Christian. But what about that rumour about him and his recent memory loss?"

"Just trust me . .. he can do it! He is THE . . . "

Again the man was cut off, as the first man lifted his index finger, "I know . . . Alright. If you have so much faith, I'll leave him to it. Just . . . don't let me down, okay?"

The other man spoke excitedly, "Gotcha! He won't let you down! You can trust me! So, err, where did you send him anyway?"

The first man spoke in a hushed voice, "Don't tell anyone, for security reasons, but . . . "

[SterlingRat]

(OOC: I want to give this a try, please excuse me when I screw up... and feel free to correct me, I don't take anything personal. unless you call me a 'lawyer'... that insult I do take personally. I did not see the name of the Party's inteligence agency, so I made one up. tell me what it really is and I will edit this. and if Traken would like to suggest a model for my small, concealable weapon and my shotgun, I will change them also)

Name: Virgil Silverheals

Afilliation: Party

Age: 28

Sex: Male

Height: 5'11

Weight: 165 lbs

Hair: Shaved

General Appearance: With 45 minutes to prepare, just about anything. Without makeup or disguise he is medium height and build, with hard features and a ruddy complextion (due to years of makeup and latex disguises)

Weaponry: various explosives and chemicals, one switchblade (a reminder from his youth), a Single-Shot palm pistol (short range assasination tool, fires a single wide-spread shotgun round. deadly within 15 feet, next to useless outside 30 feet. weighs 4.5 lbs loaded and is only slightly larger than the shotgun shell it holds), Pump-action shotgun (His aim sucks... you have been warned)

Bio: Virgil believes he is a 'master of disguise', and he is quite good at physically appearing to be another person... but he never seems to get the act right. Trained as a stunt double for action movies, Virgil learned all there was to know about how to disguise himself as someone else... unfortunately, he was not trained how to act. Worse than just that (since just about any fool can act reasonably well) he is actually a BAD actor. Cursed with a distinctive New York accent, permanant limp (from a stunt gone wrong), and an obsessive-compulsive personality, Virgil will not be passing himself off as anyone someone knows, even though he may look exactly like them. Anyone that has spoken to Virgil will likely recognize his voice and his accent without too much trouble, either, so the best he can do with his talent for disguise is to hide himself and create disguises for other people.

Shortly before the Cataclysm was unleashed on the world, Virgil worked in the ever declining movie special effects industry. There was just not as much need for his talents, when computer technology could animate the entire stunt there was no need for him or any of the other stuntmen to risk injury or death. That was difficult for Virgil to accept, having learned his craft from his father. In a doomed attempt to keep the family business alive, Virgil and his father took a contract with the Radicals. One of thier people had infiltrated a Party lab, and convinced a high-ranking scientist to defect. Virgil and his father were hired to fake the explosion and death of the scientist, who would then escape to the Radicals.

Everything went smoothly at first. Make-up and hair were perfect; Virgil's father was an exact double for the scientist. The swap was made early in the morning, and the scientist was in Radical hands by sun rise. Having gone thru a complete briefing, Virgil's father was to show up at work disguised as the scientist, get into his office, clean out the personal files and steal anything that might be interesting, then go about his day normally. During his lunch break, the scientist would walk out in full view of the security guard, get in his car, and then blow up. By using shaped charges and special body armor, Virgil made sure there was not any danger to the person in the driver's seat when the car exploded. Virgil and two of the other radicals had stolen an ambulance and would be the first on the scene to get his father back.

Things fell apart when the radicals with the scientist failed to get him away. They got caught by a Party security sweep, and once the Party had the real scientist back, they knew Virgil's father was a fake. He was promptly arrested and detained for "re-education." Virgil made a badly planned rescue attempt, and got himself sent up for re-education as well. Fortunately, the Cataclysm interrupted his reform school visit... unfortunately, it also killed his father. Virgil now uses his skills for the Party Inteligence Enclave (P.I.E.) rooting out the viscious Radical killers responsible for his families death (OK... so the re-education actually went pretty well).

[crybaby1117]

Name: Sevieth (Formally Davis but he family disowned her, she has since dropped her last name)

Affiliation: Party turned Radical (info below)

Nationality: American

Age: 21

Sex: Female

Height: 4'11"

Weight: 110

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Blonde

Other Description: Although unseen by most Sevieth has 8 long scars on her back and a scar on her chest over her left breast. Various other wounds including a healing wound on her left wrist and other scars from batlles past.

Personality: Feisty, sweet, caring, but can be a demon when angry.

Weapons: She carries a dagger on her hip. She has no other weapon unless given to her. She is very handy with a gun however.

Bio: Sevieth always lived in America with her family. She was raped and stabbed 8 times in her back when she was 18. She was saved by a man named David, whom she was engaged to marry some years later. When her best friend Ani asked her to join Party with her, Sevieth did and was disowned by her family. During a mission David left Sevieth for her older sister. He emptied her bank account and apartment.

Later in the year, she was fighting in a large battle with her best friend beside her when her friend was shot and killed by a fellow Party member. Sevieth grew angry and ran towards the man, who then shot her in her chest, just abover her left breast. She didn't stop and ended up slitting his throat.

When she woke up, she was strapped to a bed and was under arrest for killing a fellow Party member. She escaped and has turned Radical. She has a bounty on her head of $750,000.

She fled to Norway, where she meets Dallas, also known as Jacob Markovich. They are apprehended by Radicals and held hostage where they were suspected of treason but are eventually let go. (Please see Jacob Markovichs' Bio for more information)

[Traken]

Sterling, if you want a pump action shotgun, then I have to suggest the SPAS-12 (http://world.guns.ru/shotgun/sh14-e.htm), if nothing else, just because it looks so cool. ;) As far as the pistol goes, I know exactly what you're talking about, albiet I'm not sure of any official name.

[BlackHawk]

What kind of linkage, BH? And GrassDragon, what are you looking for in your pistols? Caliber? Anthing in particular?

The one you sent me was great, and I'm done my character. Thought I'd go for something different instead of the usual AR ;).

[Geno]

Name: Genosis Skythe (Gee NO sis - SKIETH; the IE prounounced like the letter 'i')
Traits: Always shrouded in darkness. Not really a person you would like to cross, but a good ally to have. He wonders around, fighting the cause he wishes to fight. Pay him enough, and he might not double cross you... But let's say not even the Party could do that...
Affiliation: Noone. He is a mercenery sold to whoever needs him.
Nationality: He looks English enough...
Accent: None that is traced, but he is able to create some to disguise his voice.
Age: 23-25? Noone knows for sure, as his Birth Certificate says one day, but his ID's from other countries state otherwise from when he traveled. It has been proven, though, he is between 23 and 25.
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 125. Not skinny as a bone, but still small. He looks as if he can be thrown around... That's just how he looks though.
Eye Color: Noone has gotten a glimpse beyond his dark sunglasses.
Hair Color: Some claim black, but with his hat always backwards, and hardly seeing him in the light, it's hard to say colors other than black.
Vehicle: He prefers to move about on foot. His heightened endurance as an assassin in earlier life helped him develop his agility and senses far beyond usual humans. He isn't about to dodge bullets like Neo though... x.x
Common Attire: Black pants, with a black overshirt. The pants drag just to his shoes, which are black as well, with no laces. They are very well shined on the front, but often get dirty, but somehow, he keeps them clean and in order. On the bottom of the shoes, are small, but noticeable spikes, given for traction. He claims to have many of them diomond tipped for easy grip. The shirt he wears is short sleeve, which isn't seen for his other pieces of clothing. He wears only black hats with the brims backwards. He always wears sunglasses, which you cannot see through, and a jet black trenchcoat. To this day, he only takes it off when he needs a little more agility and mobility, but only two people have ever gotten him that worked up. Neither of them live now, if you wonder what happend to them...
Weapons: Currently, he uses an assassin-like claw... It has three points, one on each finger other than the pinky and thumb, which he uses for close range. His long range weapon is his black Glock 17 pistol. It can hold a maximum of 31 rounds in it's magazine, and the bullets are decently strong. They aren't able to pierce armor, but they are able to go through a pair of humans... ;)

(Yes, I kind of stole that idea from an above post, but it looked so neat and tidy... I couldn't resist ;))

How's that for a start? Whoever needs a merc can buy me out when I appear in a story... o.O

~Larry "Geno" Meyers

[Mechsaurian]

Alright. This online RPG thing has me intrigued. I'll give it a try.

Name: Alturos
Affiliation: Claims he is a Radical, but they disavow any knowledge of him ever joining
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Nationality: Unknown, but somewhat western looking
Hair: Short, Brown, gelled into small spikes.
Eyes: Ice Blue
Clothing: Wears faded Blue jeans, a long sleeved Spring Green shirt, and a black leather jacket.
Preferred Weapons:
- Glock 18 9mm handgun
- 14" machete

Story:
Alturos is an extremely enigmatic young man. He ran away as a young boy from his Party-affiliated family; he was a very intelligent young boy, and developed his own opinions about how the government should run. He ran away at age fourteen. From there he lived on the streets as a hermit for a year or so, saving up pilfered money to buy a cheap apartment. He stayed there for years, buying the cheapest food possible and spending his money on reference books and exercize equipment. Determined to learn everything he could about how the universe worked, and how he could apply his knowledge to destroy the Party, he slowly chiseled himself into a highly intelligent, well built lone warrior of freedom. Eventually he discovered the Radicals and their plot to bring liberty to the Party's citizens. Although he was afraid to join the Radicals out of fear of becoming a part of society again, he decided to carry out their grandiose schemes in secrecy. It all escalated when he helped a young Radical murder and important member of the Party. Although the Radical offered him a membership, Alturos still refused. Alturos thought he could take on the Party himself, and has been fighting on ever since.

The source of his weapons is utterly unkown. His lack of money suggests they were stolen.

He can currently be found traversing the USA, paying close attention to Radical activity in hopes that he might aid them.

[Holjfie]

Name: Leto Sevren

Afilliation: Party

Age: 25

Sex: Male

Height: 6'

Weight: 163lbs

Hair: Black, messy

General Appearance: Where's a black trenchcoat that hides the pieces to a second sniper rifle. Dressed in all black.

Weaponry: Barrett M-82A1 (XM107), Weatherby TRR (in pieces on the inside of the trenchcoat, Glock pistol, combat knife

Bio: Leto has always held a fascination with killing an enemy from far distance and watching the others scrambling for cover. The weapon he carries now helps him even more, even though it is rather large. With the Party now, he hoped to please the higher ups and get a better position within the chain of command.

Having heard stories of the mages, Leto hopes to become one, so he can help his sniping. Not that it needs it.

[madman5]

Name Arcbourn
Age 34
Affiliation Radicals
Height 6'2
Weight 167
Eyes green
Hair blue and short
Sex male
Weapons Dual Desert Eagles a belt of various grenades and a sword drenched in kerosine
Equipment a lighter ammo and a heart locket
Apperance wears a T-shirt made of kevlar camo pants and a long ripped cloke
Other commands an outpost in Columbus with his daughter Elona. Wants to kill Prexis for killing his wife. Hates the Party for killing his friend in an attemt to make a super soldier with psyonic powers.

[ShadowCrusader]

Name: Dorzhe Paras

Afilliation: Party

Age: 23

Sex: Male

Height: 5'11

Weight: 159 lbs.

Hair: Brown

Eyes:Hazel with Black/Blue tinted sunglasses.

General Appearance: Wears fatigues, Usually has a modified Flack Jacket. Combat vest.

Weaponry: Jackhammer, 2 SP-112 (Ammo is a given.)

Bio: A arrogant party member who takes pride in his work. He views life as another game and that the Party is the winning side. He wants to become a Mage-Killer, in a way to attain more power and prestiege. Cruel and sadistic, he is also a masochist. He is also a very shady guy. The finds that if interrogation doesn't produce the outsome he wants, he would use torture. (Hopefully, he could be one of the higher ups. Just asking)

[Ole-The-Murder]

Name: OleMurder (New in the buisness, but a quick learner)

Afillication: Party (To weigh up the balance)

Age: 17/18 (Is 17, becomes 18 relatively soon)

Sex: Male (Atleast, I hope so...I mean, I look like I'm male..)

Height: 5'77 (it's feets, right?)

Weight: 119 lbs. (Atleast, according to my mother.)

Hair: Greyish Brown, Currently Short, But Grows Quick

Eyes: Grey eyes, uses glasses with portable sun-glasses fastened on it.

General Appearance: Hooded jacket, Camouflage Jeans, hair brushed up, black t-shirt. Slim body, but good endurance. Knows his way around a pit. Makes up for lack of brute strength with cunningness and tactic knowledge, and charisma.

Weaponry: Varies. But favors bare fists, long sticky "things" - of whatever sort - and pistols. Has a natural skill for parrying, blocking and dodging blows, and verbal firearms. *Can* also snipe enemies, and kick people, if not throw things.

Bio: An scheming recruit, planning to join the party intelligence tean. Fond of pursuing an indirect route, hopefully being a part of guerrila operations behind enemy lines. Usually infiltrations and suprise attacks, ambushes and such as. Could become a private in a some years, and get some notice from the higher-ups, which will perhaps set his leader-skills on try.

[Traken]

who is the spymaster of the party

What do you exactly mean by that? Are you refering to the head of all spy operations for the Party?

Could become a high-up in a few years, and have enough power to even take over command himself..muahahahahahhahahahah

You would be destroyed. :)


;P

[Ole-The-Murder]

What do you exactly mean by that? Are you referring to the head of all spy operations for the Party?Well, eh, yeah - Sorta. Well, what I exactly meant, was that, I was becoming, when the current retire and I'm...20? Still just a underling...until..later...I become the head of all spy operations and such of the Party..as a young and most prudent candidate.

You would be destroyed. :) :p Well, sooner or later I might be, but - until that time, I've pretty mutch changed the face of the world..muahahahhaha :bigsmile:

[Traken]

A 20 year old, just barely ouf of their teens, would never be put in charge of Party intelligence operations.

And as far as the taking over the Party goes, trust me, you would be destroyed. Not sooner or later. Almost as soon as you tried anything. Possibly even before. The Party has good intel, and attempting to overthrow Prexis is usually not met well. Besides, he's far too powerful.

You've got to bear in mind, that as you reach the upper echilons of the Party organization, you begin to deal with more and more magick users whom you'd more than likely lose a fight to.

[Ole-The-Murder]

OKAY, OKAY! I'll just edit it to be more modest and laid back, okay? But maybe when I'm barely out of my twenties, I will perhaps look for the scene of power..

[Whiteknight]

Name: Dimitri (Is only known by this name, he does not even know his real name)

Affiliation: Radical

Nationality: Canadian.

Aliases: None

Age: 28

Sex: Male.

Height: 6'2".

Weight: 180 lbs

Eyes: Intense, dark brown

Hair: Short, wavy but flat, dark brown hair

Other Description: Dimitri usually wears a keplar vest underneath a black trencoat or military jacket. Dimitri wears faded blue jeans, although sometimes wears army issue camo pants. He is usually cleanshaven. Dimitri's weight is made up of mostly muscle, although he posseses finesse if needed.

Personality: Dimitri seems very cold-hearted and people are often intimidated by him. He rarely allows himself to get himself attached to another person, from often being hurt in the past. Although he looks after himself, Dimitri helps people in distress if the situation is not too risky. He was raised to be brave and will go into most any situation.

Vehicles: Owns a pitch-black jeep with added fuel containers. The jeep has been modified to be bulletproof, including windows. Keeps most weapons in the vehicle.

Weapons: SIG Sniper rifle - in jeep, 2 glocks - several clips on hand, more in jeep, AK-47 in jeep, Katana, 2 Kris blades (pictures-http://www.balisongcollector.com/kris.html)

Bio: When Dimitri was but a small boy, at the age of 6 months, his parents, part of the Party affiliation, were both killed in a firefight with the Radicals. After the smoke cleared, a middle-aged Radical found the bawling baby lying in the dirt. Taking pity, the balding man, known to Dimitri only as Master, raised Dimitri. Dimitri grew up only knowing the Radicals, and not knowing his parents.

Master taught Dimitri in the many skills he knew. He first taught Dimitri the basics of shooting a pistol, followed quickly with an introduction into Kris blades. Dimitri continued to learn to use the Kris blades and katana throughout his life, as well as many other guns.

When Dimitri was 19, he went on his first fight against the Party with his master. The two sides were fighting over a broken down, yet repairable chopper. The Radicals were slowing tiring. When more Party recruits arrived, the Radicals were forced back. Dimitri's master knew the only way to beat the enemy was to surprise them from behind. Laying out fire, Master rushed around to behind a building, just out of sight of the Party's. When they seemed distracted, Master rushed the men. Momentarily stunned by the sudden appearance of the sword-wielding man, Master managed to slice the necks off of two of the men, while sweeping the sword around the take off an arm of a young man and stabbing another through the heart. He did not get any further, as they recovered and unloaded led into the old man.

Ever since then, Dimitri vowed to protect the Radicals and destroy the Party.

(OOC: That good for a character? I tried one out in Blizzforums, don't think it was as good as this though)

[Traken]

Sounds good, except for a few typos. ;) I look forward to destroying your Jeep. :D

[Dark_Soul74]

Name: 'John Doe'

Afilliation: Neutral

Age: Seems to be around 20

Sex: Male

Height: 6'3"

Weight: Around 165 lbs.

Hair: Shaved head. Color unknown right now.

General Appearance: With only my nondescript t-shirt, baggy 'camo' pants, and sneakers of some sort, I'm not exactly dressed like a king. My shaved head and slightly unkempt stubble of a beard gives me a slightly 'rugged' appearance.

Weaponry: Crowbar, Rifle, Handgun

Bio: Waking up in an abandoned bunker, I find a dusty rifle and a small case of rounds. Attempting to open the door, I find it stuck. Searching around in the dim light flitering through a crack in the door, I find a rusty crowbar and shove it inbetween the doors. I fall to my knees as I stare at the barren landscape in front of me. As I sit there, I start thinking, and realize that I have no idea how I got there, or who I am. I search for clues inside the bunker, the light from the doorway allowing a better view of my surroundings. I find a small pack, which I fill with various items I find, including a first aid kit, some road flares, a handgun, some extra bullets, a whetstone, an old bowie knife, and a belt(which I wear, not put away :)). I slip on the belt over my camouflaged(and a little bit too baggy if you ask me) pants, and attach the rounds and slip the crowbar in, using some yarn to tie it in place. After moving a crate, I find a corpse curled up behind them. My head rushes, and I black out. I hear her, she's alive now, she's clutching me, praying. I hear gunfire, shells flying through the air. I hold her closely...and awaken, still wondering who she was, and who I am. I mutter what I believe to be a prayer for her, and finish getting what I need. I step outside and scout my surroundings. Scanning the horizon, I notice something in the distance. I dash to it, and as I grow nearer, I find that it is a motorbike. "What a crazy world I am in. Wake up from a nightmare and find a free bike..." It has more than enough fuel left in the tank, and it has an extra container on a rack. Finding the keys still in the slot, I start the bike and head to what seems to be the only memory I can remember, other than the flashback, a single town. My mind plagues me, whoever I am...

[Whiteknight]

Noooo, me special jeep!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Ahem, If I include a thing like me in there, it's my own little special way of talking. Although I did have a few typos above, at least I think I did.)

EDIT: Erm... It's been almost a week since the last PvR story post. You sure I can post, don't want to revive a dead thing.

[Traken]

No, it's not dead. It never really dies. It just needs a kick. I'd have posted, but I'm mulling over what to do. Go ahead and post. It should help rejuvinate things.

[Dark_Soul74]

Excuse me, but what should I do now? :];

[Whiteknight]

Follow my example. Read all the posts, then create a place in the story for yourself. I could really use a second guy where I am, being outnumbered and alone right now.

[Ole-The-Murder]

I can be your "second guy", White Knight. Ready and able, kanievel!
But please be nice to the vehicles - I myself rather steal a jeep than destroy it:ninja:

[Whiteknight]

Why must everyone take my poor, old jeep? :cry: Heh, jk. :D

[Ole-The-Murder]

Because they have to. They're all cleptomanic, I tell you!

[Whiteknight]

You mean kleptomaniac :)

Cmon, people, we need some more posting here! Especially Radical, I'm so alone :(

[SterlingRat]

Oh Please! The radicals need more help? are you friggin joking? Solistus and Shadowstar (should they get angry enough) could level our entire standing force with magic, and we are essentially powerless to stop them. Prexis would come to destroy them (or at least attempt to) if they should access that much power, but we will be no less dead.

Add Traken into the mix, and the Party Forces (despite having 2 mage-killers on hand) are so unbelievably overmatched that nothing short of orbital laser satelites or Prexus himself could rescue us. What we need is a major power player on the Party side... akin to a Darth Vader character to Emperor Prexis... or Traken and Soli to negotiate instead of wiping us out. It currently appears that Traken will be willing to negotiate after slaughtering our mage-killers.

Whomever Traken decides to approach had better listen very closely, and consider the potential consequences of refusal. The Cradle of Souls makes him a major 'don't f*ck with' type of character... as if he wasn't before he had it. It would be like trying to intimidate an active volcano, or politely asking an earthquake not to destroy ourlittle home.

[Dark_Soul74]

Whoever helps me gets a nice new ally... *hint*
Since I'm kinda neutral at the moment, with an unknown past and possible latent abilities, I think it might be in your best interests to interact with my character in a friendly way. :)

[Ole-The-Murder]

It depends on what skills you have to offer me as an ally. I'm a Party Magekiller, after all, you know :) I can hook you up with some drugs, whould you mind joining me against the Radicals? :bigsmile:

In the thread I'm in, I'm locked up in a hospital and need a quick escape so I can get back to kickin' radical ass :p

[Dark_Soul74]

Someone already helped me out, so....read more carefully. :)

[Whiteknight]

Yep, and that's when you made the post that dragged me into it... which I disregarded, anyways :). DS, I'll post today, later on, so that this gets going again.

[Ole-The-Murder]

Who's that "somebody", Soul of Darkness!? And does "somebody" has a better offer than me!? I think not...and where should've I've read it anyways? Carefully enough. 'Sides, it's three days since I last posted in the "Party VS Radicals"-thread - and it haven't been heard from ever since..

[Dark_Soul74]

I won't say any more, as it is quite obvious if you have been paying attention at all.

[Ole-The-Murder]

I suppose information can be bought for? Only if I could pay, what's you price and tell me?

[Traken]

Guys, if you wanna get all 'chatty' use PM's, not this thread. :p

[Ole-The-Murder]

I'm not chatting.... I'm "just" pressing 'im for information! Muahahahhahah. Or atleast, convincing to give me information in exchange for zHè golden casssssh....

[Seal]

Hmm.. I'm going to join this, if I'm bored enough to build a character.

[Ole-The-Murder]

Wow, a good addition. Though they said only humans so far, unless other agreements..but lets see your G3 Sealer's introduction to the plot, in the "Touch the Source"-thread. Heheh! Could you eventually be saving me out of the office room I'm locked up in? Sew up the lock or something, or use yer tool arms to lockpick it...I don't know, just something! In return, yer bot gets 100 XP from me, to make it easier to reach next level!

[Seal]

I'll be looking at it. May take a while to read that thread, though.
Also, my character is just a cyborg-human, with enchanced arms, legs and brain-to-comp implants.

[Traken]

That kind of technology is not available at this time. After Cataclysm, the level of technology regressed back to what it would be like today. And new characters are limited to standard humans only.

[Seal]

Well, the tech isn't that much advanced from now, and the functionality is another issue (the things won't work nearly as well as they should). Remember that the Party should have some weird and advanced tech labs somewhere (Area 51/such anyone?). Of course, I can scrap off the most futuristic things (superfast growing from baby to mature body, plugs) and others, or just make her another normal human... but that's too... 'ordinary' for me :/

[SterlingRat]

Perhaps you should try making your character unique or unusual in some way other that being a freak of nature... errr, make that 'freak of science'. Try creating a normal character and bringing him alive and interesting through ongoing character development and actions instead of bizzarre history. Doesn't anyone roleplay people anymore? We are supposed to be creating a story here... and stories are supposed to involve people we can relate and identify with.

Try creating a sniper who suffers from Multiple Personality Disorder... one radical and one party. He could have been an undercover radical who went so deep undercover he ended up creating an alternate personality that is his cover story, so now he actually believes he is a party soldier, with all the ID to back it up. Until someone says or does something specific, then he believes he is a radical spy working undercover as a party soldier... until something else turns him back, and he becomes a loyal party member again. Make the two personalities truely seperate... so they do not even know they are two different people, like in 'Fight Club'. You could even do a story where you are sent to assassinate... yourself (pictures should probably be left out of that mission briefing.)

actually, that may be similar to what I might do with my character... try this one:

A party scientist who got trapped in the regular army when his lab was destroyed in the cataclysm. You can't have any advanced tech, but hell, MacGyver could blow up a tank with a ball point pen and some duct tape... just make your character creative and use your ingenuity. Remember, you are writing the story and describing the immediate setting here, so have your character find a tool shed and rig himself a rocket launcher if you want to destroy something.

A radical mechanic/scientist that built a tricked-out super-spy model GTO with all the cool James Bond or xXx gadgets... After all, WhiteKnight is looking for new transportation. You could wear thick glasses and cry about every scratch on the bumper... or maybe you love building fast cars, but hate driving at fast speeds. A couple 'quirks' can make a normal character interesting.

Perhaps a career party soldier that had his team wiped out by a botched party raid when some higher-up fool got the wrong address... so you defected and joined the radicals. Now you lead a counter-ops or security force for the radicals. You could be the security chief at the safe-house the radicals are fleeing to, since you know party procedures like a practiced veteran.

Make your character alive through his actions and quirks, instead of just the background.

try this if you want another idea: think of an adjective.... any adjective. create a character that personifies that word. introduce your character and use that word to describe him in every post... se if you can use it 5 times in a single post.

You could do the same thing with a saying... some kind of inspirational or 'motto'-type of saying. This is what I did in the 'city of clouds' RPG. The entire character was based on an idea from a coffee cup that said "Focus on what is. Learn from what was. Shape what will be."

ummm... perhaps I should STFU now. I think I am getting a little carried away.

[Seal]

Meh, I'll remake then.

Name: Gwynne
Sex: woman.
Affiliation/Occupation: Party sniper
Height&Weight: medium-sized
Appereance: Long, black and straight hair. Is a bit skinny, but muscular.
Wears general sniper equipment for women. Uses standard Party sniper rifle.

Bio: Gwynn was born deaf and she couldn't see any colors. Only the shades of gray. Because of that, her other senses work better, and she can actually sense people walking around by touch to any solid material.
Her educational progress didn't go so well, but she was good in athletics and body control.

She joined the Party troops when 19, and was trained to survive in harsh environment.
The superiors there noticed her talent in sensing things only few could, also her strong body, and sent her to training to a field sniper.
The training went pretty well. Though, she wasn't so good sniper in daylight, but her accuracy was superior at nighttime.

Gwynn is unable to speak, but she has a little communication device delivering her commands and allowing her to communicate.

btw, if something is still unacceptable, I quit.

[Jimbob]

where do i post my character is at and can i have muitiple personality that isnt human lol you know like neko (cat person) and all

[Dark_Soul74]

You can have your personality be anything you want, but you can only start out as a normal human unless you can come up with a reeeeeeeeeeeally good reason that goes with the storyline.

[Jimbob]

Real Name: Jimbob
Afilliation: Neutral

Age: 6

Sex: Male

Height: 4' 3''

Weight: Around 120 lbs.

Hair: short, trimed hair thats Blue
Eyes: Green

General Appearance: Short, a scar under his eye, Bullet proof vest, old tattered clothing, bag on his back full of stuff.

Weaponry: katana, dagger, a glove with cat claw type blades
Family: None
Bio: He awoke on a snowy field with blood every where, his dad was in a Mofia type thing and had a war aginst his mother who was trying to leave, he was then stabbed and he passed out. He awoken in a cabin a couple of months later with no sign of life in the cabin and it appeared to him that he had some memory loss, he left the cabin and started to look for his mother. So far, he hasnt any luck, nor has he seen any sign of his brother, Ace, which was his twin. He took a vow never to kill another, yet he doesnt remember why he did, nor does he remember his past. (contuined later)

[Ole-The-Murder]

Hey, Jimbob. If you're a neutral mercanery, I can hire your skills right? Save me from that locked up room in the Touch the Source thread, and I will join your side...aslong as you fight against radicals, since I'm a Party member....fer now.

[Dark_Eagle]

Meh, I'll remake then.

Bio: Gwynn was born deaf and she couldn't see any colors. Only the shades of gray. Because of that, her other senses work better, and she can actually sense people walking around by touch to any solid material.
Her educational progress didn't go so well, but she was good in athletics and body control.

Gwynn is unable to speak, but she has a little communication device delivering her commands and allowing her to communicate.


Interesting :D

and cool


I'm glad to see the party side filling out a bit more... It's never been easy to get people to join that side...

[Ole-The-Murder]

Just because they think Radical's are so-so friggin' cool just 'cuz they're "rebels", tough shit. Party is the shit! They linger in the back of combat, manipulating, plotting and planning to consume the battlefield with their evil society ways of doing things...and leading angerful radicals into the ultimate trap..converting them..and Party has the best magekiller! Whoo-ho!..in other words..me! </Selfless Selfpromo>

[Dark_Eagle]

Real Name: Prexis The Damned
Afilliation: Party Leader

Age: 600+

Sex: Male

Height: 5'11''

Weight: 210 lbs.

Hair: A Shimmery Black it sits a few inches below shoulder level. Greased Back it reveals a High Widows peaks. His facial hair includes sideburns shaved as 5, 1 inch, lines running horizontally down each side of his face. A pointed Goatee finishes his look.

Eyes: Said to be able to steal souls his eyes are black and said to in fact steal the light away from the space around them.

General Appearance: At 5'11" he's visibly well built but his skin remains an ill shade of white. He occasionally is seen wearing ancient robes of the First and Second Legions; however, he is more commonly wearing his Ancient, hand crafted, Imbued, Full Plate. Easily recognized by it's decorative plates depicting various Draconic Icons as well as the embroidered white cape draping over the armors broad Shoulder Plates.

Weaponry: An Imbued Katana, His Draconic Staff of Praytis (He Rarely uses this in actual combat but instead uses it as a walking stick adding a third tap in his step as the staff hits the ground before his boot. He likes to use it as an Indicator of his Presence)

Family: None

Bio:
Fear of what one does not understand is by no means uncommon in this day and age. A fear that can tear even the strongest family bonds. At birth he appeared as normal as any other child… well not quite actually, Born into to a wealthy family his parents were both from wealthy land owners, but they had lived as business owners before settling down and raising a family in a small town. There was something captivating about Prexis; his presences commanded an almost hypnotic attention. Only a year after birth he became sick, not even the greatest clerics knew what was wrong with the child as sickness brought him closer to death. Over 7 months the child would scream for days on end in pain, coughing up blood and growing weaker with each passing day. He and his family were forced out to the countryside, clerics and other medicine men would visit every so often to study, diagnose or attempt to cure the child. Then one day the screaming stopped, at first they thought he was dead. His skin had turned pale as a ghost and his once brown eyes were now a black upon which no light would reflect, many say that his eyes swallow all light that goes near.
The clerics again returned to see the child and aside from his appearance nothing was wrong with him. He was as healthy as could be. The family moved to a large city to start a new life. They hoped that Prexis would blend in better in a large city with lots of people. He was enrolled in a fine school at a very young age but he proved to be a fast learner and despite his new look he commanded the same attention he had as a baby. He was respected by most and he showed respect in return. This isn’t to say that everyone liked him, there were other children who would disrespect him or his family and as he entered his teens he found himself in more than the occasional scuffle on the schoolyard grounds.
His family was forced to move to a smaller town for his safety when he was 13. His parents began to argue more and more often, the moving, the schools, the clerics; it had put a tremendous strain emotionally and economically on the family. Then the screaming returned but Prexis wasn’t sick anymore. He would wake up screaming from nightmares, blurry images of death, fire, and a red dragon battling a gold dragon, he always awoke before he could see which won. The nightmare became clearer after several weeks and he no longer feared it but hoped to learn from it. Often he would enter the nightmare with wings, flying over and observing the battle but never interfering. It was at this time that his family realized he was able to cast arcane magic at will. He would awaken from sleep with his room rearranged and on several occasions, on fire. He soon learned to control this power but by then it was again too late, rumors had spread and his family began to fall apart. They didn’t know how to deal with him. The schools wouldn’t accept him, rumors spread of the child being possessed. The family could no longer afford him. They argued constantly and Prexis could only watch.
By the time he was 16 they had moved two more times from town to town looking for acceptance that even young Prexis knew would never be found. His parents just couldn’t understand they said they felt cursed. Then one night he awoke to find himself in a burning house, his house. He ran frantically from room to room looking for his parents before kicking a locked door down and escaping with his own life. He left the town that night.
He later returned hidden under a dark cloak to ask about what had happened, the local sheriff told him that the whole family died in the house the bodies disintegrated and he mentioned that a sorcerer child was most likely the cause. He walked off without a word, just as his family had left him. He went on to try and develop his arcane magic and look into the strange dreams he has had. Researching draconic lore, he discovered that his arcane power might stem from draconic heritage. As he traveled from place to place people found him very charismatic but he often would step away from anyone who approached him. He preferred to keep to himself now, that way he couldn’t be betrayed and left on his own. He worked doing small chores for others, helping him fund his own research but he attributes his lack of true power to the fact that he is unable to test his limits while running errands for others.
It was not long before he was Recruited into the Second Legion. His magic abilities were honed but he never surpassed the mid level Magi in ability. He came to resent those with power greater than his own. But the became a master of the power he was able to muster. he saw Magic as an art. and through such treatment he pioneered new magic methodology in the years during the great wars with the order. He also worked his way up the ranks of the Second Legion.
When the Second Legion fell at the Hand of the Tarthall order Prexis gathered what was left of the legions and went underground, rebuilding the legacy of his lord....


A side note:

I will be re-introducing both Prexis and Dark Eagle into PvR shortly. I will also be introducing a number of additional side characters, These characters won't be played but play a major role in the story telling.

Draconias: A demon from Rage, He was the Highest General of the Second legion and Right hand to the Lord of Rage

Isaldus, Nethra, Terrus, Sou Jun Pei, Pike, and Fai Shou: Dark Magi, Generals of the First Legion

The Black Sull legion: I would like to work with soli to re introduce this element.

Hopefuly that is enough information on the side characters for the time being.

[Ole-The-Murder]

As you wish, me lord and master. I'm but a humble party member but I offer you my services as right hand. What do ye say?

[Traken]

Ole, must you post after every character addition? This thread is for making characters, not commenting after every single one.

[Ole-The-Murder]

I must, aslong as it has meaning...it wasn't just merely a comment, but an OFFER...I don't do this for my post count, awright? 'Sides, it's an important part of Character Creation, to get comments...so I think it's aight, unless you insist on making the thread plain and soulless. I don't know why anyone whould care to be offended by anyone commenting eachothers character, or whatever, aslong as it's relevant. I think commenting is healthy, and that because of it serves a purpose, the continue of the story and to help making the character, and warn if there is something unplausible about it..etc..I whould've understood if you was mad at me for flaming after every character generation, but commenting? Atleast I contribute something to the thread, what's the big deal anyways? *shrugs*

[Dark_Eagle]

heh heh calm down guys, it's cool...

Ole, I'm gonna have to respectfully turn down your offer. As I understand it the Part has had an influx of members. This is an unusual occurence in PvR, it is a welcome change, but it goes agaignst Prexis' purpose which was to act as an army to battle the heroes. By that I mean he was created because no other Party members were playing, thats also part of the reason why i haven't been playing him recently.

I don't want to step on any toes with this character, and the last thing I want to do is direct a group of talented writers/players on what their characters should be doing to help the party/prexis.

For those Party members out there if you wish to commuicate to prexis through the story simply contact him via whatever communication means you wish (even drop by in person), Use this device as you wish and I will try To Roleplay prexis out in such situations. I will not be controlling party actions in the various storylines so You guys feel free to keep doing your things.

As for My denial of your offer Ole, Prexis simply has no need for a "right hand" type character and from an RP point of view it wouldn't make sense. Hopefully when I actually get into writing (and I know I said I would post yesterday traken but I am just rather distracted at the moment, I apologize... Soon, I swear) my reasons will become more clear.

[Ole-The-Murder]

I see. Well I understand you are a loner and can take care of yourself, but I might still help you, all in secrecy..muahehehe...to clear the path for thee to crush them naughty radicals...WOAH!

[madman5]

Name Arcbourn
Age 34
Affiliation Radicals
Height 6'2
Weight 167
Eyes green
Hair blue and short
Sex male
Weapons Dual Desert Eagles a belt of various grenades and a sword drenched in kerosine
Equipment a lighter ammo and a heart locket
Apperance wears a T-shirt made of kevlar camo pants and a long ripped cloke
Other commands an outpost in Columbus with his daughter Elona. Wants to kill Prexis for killing his wife. Hates the Party for killing his friend in an attemt to make a super soldier with psyonic powers. Has had several years of Navy SEAL's training.
Just re-posting my character info....

[Ole-The-Murder]

Yeah, aight..but what for?

[madman5]

Cause I'm back in PvR...

[Ole-The-Murder]

Good to have you back then, Lord Mad Man V.

[HackingVictim]

Name: unknown
Affiliation: Party
Nickname: Shade
Sex: Male
Height: 5’1
Age: 13
Origin: Black Forest, Germany
Weight: 105 Pounds
Eye color: Fully White
Hair color: Dark Green ( one inch thick)
Skin color: White

Bio: Lost in the Black Forest at age 5, he stayed alive for 6 years until they found him. By then he had forgotten his name and Identity and was known as Shade. Known only by this name, he became the only kid assassin and mercenary. One month later he Discovered the party and the radicals.

Weapons: A single hunting knife with a hooked point (to pull out “stuff” you want to keep inside), two Semi-automatic Uzi’s, three throwing knifes, and a dirk. All weapons are hidden in diffrent places.

Other: Has knowlege of esplosives and computer hacking. Can hold breath under water for 7 minutes.

[Ole-The-Murder]

You know....the Party could need someone like you...heheheh...*keeps on charmy personating...*...we really treat everyone equall..hiihihihh...and pay members who work EXTRA hard handsomely..oh yeshhh...hiahahahahh....JOIN US!

[Whiteknight]

Ole, please stop spamming this thread and posting after every single post, especially with non-content posts and pretty stupid writing....

[Ole-The-Murder]

As I have said before, WHITEKNIGHT, aslong as I have a purpose behind the post, you better stay on your own toes. What you call spamming, I call offering a generous offer, to neutral characters..I thought you figured out, but instead, you think I write it just to write something. Perhaps if you examined what I wrote you whould realize you are wrong: I offered HackingVictim a position in the Party. I was recruiting, i.e. How is that non-content? Perhaps you shouldn't run accuses before it is sure? Now this might sound like defending a chrime or some excuse, but it is not. If I wrote "I love bananas!" - I whould've agreed with you, that it was spam and had no reason, but aslong my stupid writing after every post has a meaning..in this case a recruit offer...you better watch it. There is no rules against posting itself after each post aslong as it breaks no rules, Capiche?

[Dark_Soul74]

The thing is, you'll post either after they have been dealt with(as in my case), or just plainly ask a neutral(or already affiliated) character to choose a side or interact with you somehow, when they have already made their choice and could easily choose without your nagging.

And besides, most of these things could be done via PM, instead of this, which is easily considered spam.

:ninjal:

[Dark_Eagle]

Why not just keep the recruitment in game... it's more interesting anyway.... It kind of ruins the neutrality and in fact the whole point of being neutral in game if you end up joining a side before you even get into the game... So please keep recruitment out of this thread and put it into the game... thats where it's been in the past.

KTHX

[T-Dawg]

last i checked, you *were* suppose to pick party or radical, unless you had reason to be neutrally aligned.

[Dark_Eagle]

True, I still don't think this is a good place for recruitment of neutrals. As you can see it's already caused far too much discussion in a thread devoted to character creation...

But T is right, going into the game neutral really doesn't make sense... if you weren't an active Radical (meaning you weren't captured and re-educated) then you were re-educated and are therefore a Party member...

Regardless this seems to have gona on a little longer than it should have and i apologise for adding to the amount of non character template posting.

[Ole-The-Murder]

I did not start this discussion, just for a note. I just tried to recruit a neutral...I didn't even know it where allowed to be neutral, or you had to be either of the sides..anyhows...it wasn't spam...it wasn't meaningless at all, perhaps just out of space..I'll keep it to PM's or arrange a meeting with the character in the plot in "Touch the Source", whenche I recruit the neutral trough the plot. Yeah. kinda something like that.

[cowsgomoo62]

Mine would have to be a dancing cactus


name : cha cha
bio: loves to dance with his maracas
clothing: often naked i guess, (HES A CACTUS) but you might find him wearing a vest- wears a sombraro
eyes: blue
sex: male
nationality: mexican
he may seem like a cute cactus, but he actually has 2 deagles, an m4, and night vision for the extreme dark. he is one angry fellow.
age: ???
birthplace: in the ground in mexico

[Traken]

I assume you're joking Cow, but not a freaking chance.

[madman5]

I kno. Did u actually read the first post cow?
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He sounds just like
Name:bob
Description:just a normal guy, except he has tank treads for feet.
That was a funny post

[Dark_Soul74]

I'm laughing like hell over here...

Maybe you should try making it a realisitic human?

[HackingVictim]

I did not start this discussion, just for a note. I just tried to recruit a neutral...I didn't even know it where allowed to be neutral, or you had to be either of the sides..anyhows...it wasn't spam...it wasn't meaningless at all, perhaps just out of space..I'll keep it to PM's or arrange a meeting with the character in the plot in "Touch the Source", whenche I recruit the neutral trough the plot. Yeah. kinda something like that.
Im with party then since this is going into a argument...........:argue:

[Ole-The-Murder]

Huh? It's 19 days after I said that, for christs sake. The discussion is OVER, goddamnit!

[Whiteknight]

Mine would have to be a dancing cactus


name : cha cha
bio: loves to dance with his maracas
clothing: often naked i guess, (HES A CACTUS) but you might find him wearing a vest- wears a sombraro
eyes: blue
sex: male
nationality: mexican
he may seem like a cute cactus, but he actually has 2 deagles, an m4, and night vision for the extreme dark. he is one angry fellow.
age: ???
birthplace: in the ground in mexico
My god, it's book reincarnated! Heh, remember tank treads for feet? AHAHAHA! Ah, good for a laugh.

[HackingVictim]

Huh? It's 19 days after I said that, for christs sake. The discussion is OVER, goddamnit!

Hey Ole im usally in genral forums so I dont come here alot........I had a feeling to star rping........................You got a problem?

Ole-The-Muder----->:chair:<----------HackingViticm

[Ole-The-Murder]

Haha, nice try to start a new discussion. You know what? I DON'T CARE!
Now go and cry, because your attempt to be controversial and provoke me, my only reaction is to your stupidity of taunting, what the hell is the meaning of going mad at me for saying a discussion is over, anyways? Tells more about you. What, you ask me if I have a problem, like the way gangsters are like - "ARE YOU FUCKING WITH MY CREW? OH MY GOD YOU'RE SAYING THAT THE DISCUSSION IS OVER YOU GOTTA BE MEANING TROUBLE!" - You should check with the headshrinker ;)

Anyways, we shouldn't discuss this here - So I hope this means my last part of this tedious endavour...bah!

[Traken]

*sigh* Guys, this thread is for the purpose of posting character information, not discussing it, recruiting people, or anything else. Please stick to that.

[Ole-The-Murder]

Okay, okay, it's done anyways. I'm done, we're done, sh/he's done, the discussion's done. Sadly, I'm going to have to blame it on....HackingVictim, for this's time once, but I want to ask...why is H.V. banned? I might understand s/he was a jerk sometimes, but what did s/he do? :D

From now on I will only post character-related stuff here.
This post was merely to clear out some details...Yah...

[Vhaeraun]

Name: Josh "The Murderer" Ashlong

Afilliation: Radicals

Age: 45

Sex: Male

Height: 6'6"

Weight: 190lbs

Hair: Shoulder length blond hair

General Appearance: He wears a trench coat for no reason (thinks he looks cool). He modified the coat so he could store hundreds of bullets in the coat, so it seems as if he never runs out of bullets for his pair of Glock 18's. The coat is set-up so there is a thin layer of titanium inside the coat, making it so very few bullets reach Josh's body. Just in case though, Josh wears a thin kevlar vest that stops all bullets fired from a range of 100 feet and farther. Any closer, and the bullets pass through the thin kevlar.

Weaponry: Pair of Glock 18s and nearly thousands of bullets on him at all times. a pair of specially forged katanas that have been in his family since before the campaign of Party against Radical

Bio: When he was born, his father was very proud. His mother was chinese; his father was American. His mother's ancestors created a pair of blades that have been in the family tree for nearly 1,000 years. Josh received those blades on his 18th birthday, when he showed superb skill with them. Then, Party and Radical were created, and Josh's parents died. Josh felt no connection to either Party nor Radicals, so he decided to hire himself out as a mercenary, just so he could back out of the battles when they turned nasty. In return for doing missions for either Party or Radical, he recieved weapons and stuff from both sides.



OOC: This good?

[Cheamilion]

Megalta Saffles.
affiliation: neutral.
sex: male
age: 23
weight: 160 lb

weapons: m16 /w m203 attached
Desert Eagle pistol and 2 frag grenades and 2 flash bangs

bio:Former Part of a Speacial forces team trained like Seals. Megalta can see a broken peice of grass in a who field. He's trained to fight in the dark, and evade his enemys when he can. also can beat a whole base with few soldiers. Has Natural leadership tallent. Will complete his mission one way or another, except for his troops dieing. Has only lost 5 in 4 years of service. 3 of which were lost dureing a battle which he didnt follow orders. After that he got court marsheld and sent to isolation.

Clothing: All black wet suit with a protective vest.


this suitable?

[Crion]

Mine would have to be a dancing cactus


name : cha cha
bio: loves to dance with his maracas
clothing: often naked i guess, (HES A CACTUS) but you might find him wearing a vest- wears a sombraro
eyes: blue
sex: male
nationality: mexican
he may seem like a cute cactus, but he actually has 2 deagles, an m4, and night vision for the extreme dark. he is one angry fellow.
age: ???
birthplace: in the ground in mexico

You, sir, are my hero. If I were a female or you a weird alien facehugger thing, I would bear your children.

Okay, if you are an alien facehugger thing, keep it to yourself.