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Post by Crow on Jan 4, 2009 3:22:54 GMT -5
Name: Vex (An alias, as he's a very confusing/confused individual)
Age: 59. He appears as 20 due to an unusual event involving a reencarnation and a nasty bump to the head resulting in him growing up with no knowledge of his past life.
Race: Elan, basically re-encarnated human that resulted through a rather strange individual making a deal for power.
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 120 lbs.
Weapons: A black crystal staff. To the dismay of many "Straight edge" friends, a small pipe is connected to the top.
Fighting Style: Vex is a Psion. He practices a form of magic rarely even heard of, much less seen in action. His is the magic of the mind. His magic doesn't use mana but sheer willpower, though it generally works to the same effect. Mana users are generally confused the first time they see a psion such a him. After all! Things are blowing up, but where's the mana?
Alignment: Chaotic Evil. Though not actually that bad to hang out with, he does have a rather self serving nature, willing to do anything to further the current goal. Which is partially a good thing, because he rarely has a goal worth betraying friends over, or even a goal in general.
Appearance: Brown dreadlocks, green bloodshot eyes, and fairly tanned skin. Wears a ratty brown coat, dirty white shirt, and black ripped up pants. He's rather thin, and almost frail. If it weren't for his magic, he'd likely be dead twelve times over by now.
Personality: Incredibly random. Could be laying out serious battle plans one moment, then laughing at a generals beard the next, commenting on how it looks like a wig was glued to his face. Likes to counter anger with laughter and violence with taunting.
Abilities: He can use his mental magics for a variety or purposes. It can go from sustaining himself without food, or causing an explosion to occur near someone's head, with mostly anything in between. Strangely enough, the pionics lend his spellcasting abilities nearly invisible due to the lack of mana. An experienced spellcaster could likely detect something strange however.
History: Not knowing about his past life, or even that he had one, he grew up as any normal child would in the infamous pirate isles. As a thief, a sneak, and a con artist. At least until the community realized he was born with a potential for working magic. It all came out at a birthday when a rather large bully was found glued to the ceiling. He was immediately rushed to the local shaman where he attempted to learn sorcery. But nothing seemed to work. None of the incantations, spells, or even the abilities that were supposedly a sorcerer's innate abilities.
Becoming more frustrated by the day, the shaman began punishing the boy when he failed in his lessons. Pushed to desperation the boy began learning to master his own abilities, eventually becoming able to fake knowledge in the arcane. Being rather unaccomplished, his mentor had no idea that he was being duped.
Eventually he was sent out as a battlemage on a ship called the Red Runner. He managed to help in sinking one ship and recovering the valuables before they put into port at a mainland dock. Amazed at how large and cold it was he went into the street, bought what would later become his rather worn out coat, and simply left town to explore. This was five years before the war began. Now he could likely be anywhere.
(Hope there aren't any problems with the character. I thought the whole Reencarnation thing would be an interesting back story, despite the fact we already have someone else kinda like that....Which i failed to realize until typing this sentence....)
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Post by Crow on Jan 2, 2009 19:38:01 GMT -5
(Might be considering a character change like knight did....Getting kinda bored of playing Luna.) "No hard feelings buddy. Just doing my job!" The assassin jumped into the air, gripping the katana in both hands. The demon began trying to break the werewolf's hold out of seeming panic as it noticed the reddish aura surrounding the katana. A seal of banishment was indeed one of the few things that could truly rattle a demon. The blade seared through the....whatever it was that the thing's neck was made of like butter, the werewolf's claws being the only thing that held it in place. As she made the cut, black and red arcane symbols began spreading over the things body. Then she stabbed through the thing's chest, careful not to hit Wolfe as well. The sword burried itself deep in the ground, hopefully pinning the thing there in case it was somehow able to shake off the banishment. "Bout time I was able to do something heroic. Nice start for me, don't you think?"
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Post by Crow on Jan 2, 2009 14:49:05 GMT -5
Not even blinking as the thing landed behind her, she planted her blade in the ground and let the idiot demon shear off it's own appendages. She barely had enough time to notice the pieces wiggling on the ground before she did a backflip to land between the abomination and Jodice. "Hey there. " She said, umphased by the thing's weird apperance. "I've seen some ugly ones in my time, but you!" Then she stepped slightly to the side as she realized Pinata's angle of fire. Of course she didn't really do anything to give him away. But if it could sense the spell he was getting ready that wouldn't matter anyway. But being a good fighter demands professionalism anyway.
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Post by Crow on Dec 31, 2008 12:43:58 GMT -5
Luna yawned yet again despite the fact of an approaching demon. "Does this mean I finally get to kill something?" She built up a large amount of black mana, making it visible for the hell of it and forming it into the signature seven foot katana. Further blackness swirled around it as she put further power into it's making. "Can't help but think that this thing has a familliar aura....but who knows? I've met so many of the d**ned things that they were even starting to look alike to me years ago." She even started stepping towards the front of the group, towards the thing.
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Post by Crow on Dec 27, 2008 2:51:36 GMT -5
Apparently missing the semi-subtle hint, or simply not caring, Luna yawned and muttered a simple "Yep." She glanced from side to side as she looked for a decent place to sit, before moving to a rock and doing just that. "You can talk to her. I just wanna see how this whole thing works out! You know as much as I do that possessions by the 'divine' are rare." She yawned again and streached her arms over her head, just keeping a look out for Jodice's aura.
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Post by Crow on Dec 25, 2008 16:18:27 GMT -5
*Apologies for the inactivity, but it doesn't look like it matters much anyways....* Nearby and sitting cross legged on a rock, Luna watched it all with a mild sense of detachment. "So to take inventory of the weirdness....Mammoth is off to discover some hidden powers, the wolf left in an angry fit, (good idea actually), Pinata is...doing something, Jodice is possessed by some spirit from the upper planes, and my aura apparently repels the spirits here...." She muttered to herself, almost falling over in laughter when a preoccupied spirit smacked into the slight aura of dark around her as if it was a wall. "I'm...heheh...so...sorry....." She said to the grumbling spirit.
Seeming to suddenly snap back to her sences she looked around at the unhappy gathering beginning to sit around her. "I should be going now...huh?" She sighed as the majority of the spirits began nodding or stating affirmative remarks. "Protection or not Pinata....seems that someone like me is a bit too annoying for them....I'm off to follow the possessed one....." She quickly disappeared in a cloud of black mist, reappearing near the werewolf. Walking out of a nearby tree's shadow she stated plainly, "You've got some strange company coming....And I don't mean me....Oh, I'm Luna by the way. I don't think we've spoken yet."
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Post by Crow on Nov 9, 2008 23:59:01 GMT -5
110 sighed. "Understood. I'll come back to Red Corp for her later if I have to. Just do your best to keep her off their meds. Anything outside of a sedative may push her over the limit." He glanced over his shoulder towards the girl and muttered, "If that report you just gave her doesn't do the job sooner."
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Post by Crow on Nov 9, 2008 15:23:48 GMT -5
At the mention of her going home, 110 seemed like he was remembering something. Something sad by the look of his face. He seemed to snap back into reality when Kane spoke. As soon as they both walked off he followed a few feet behind looking around, likely for any missed Red Corp. members.
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Post by Crow on Nov 9, 2008 0:52:15 GMT -5
*Christ...I'm continuing already.....*
"I'm guessing that their mind control snapped." He said to Kane, ripping off the tattered remains of his shirt and looking over the bullet holes in his new trenchcoat. "d**n....That's something they forget to add to the simulations...." He tossed it over into a dumpster and turned his head to the other experiment. "Are you alright?"
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Post by Crow on Nov 8, 2008 14:33:52 GMT -5
Oh yeah....whoops. I guess I didn't think the character sheet through...Editing..... Oh, and I'll probobly post on experiment later to day. I kinda just woke up.
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Post by Crow on Nov 8, 2008 0:42:48 GMT -5
*Kringes* how could I have forgotten the example? Pilot Name: Grunt Pilot Apperance: Standard Clan/Empire uniform and Visored Helmet. Mecha Nickname/Model: Gloucester Mecha Apperance: GloucesterMecha Type: Medium Size: 15ft. Generation Number: 5th Afiliation: Clan/Empire Arnament Head: Sensors and input devices Torso: Cockpit Lower Torso: Power source Back: 2nd Teir Flight Pack Shoulder L: N/A Shoulder R: N/A Arm L: N/a Arm R: Commonly an Assault Rifle or Energy Lance Leg L: Landspinners Leg R: Landspinners Max Spd: 40mph
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Post by Crow on Nov 8, 2008 0:37:23 GMT -5
This is another of my crash or burn ideas that came about while gaming with a local group of friends. We've actually played out quite a bit of it already. If you're interested, fill out attatched character profile. In 2454 a group of scientists accidentally stumbled upon the Nether, a dimension of bent space that suddenly opened worlds of possibilities. With no real understanding of this crumpled space it seemed that it would count for little until the first experiment was made, and it's results were viewed. At this time, ships that traveled the solar system were not uncommon, and it was one of these ships that sent back the message. Putting together the strangest ship of it's time, and preforming frighteningly complex calculations, they launched it into the Nether with a robotic crew. They were dissapointed in the beginning when their feat had no notice, but the next week this vanished entirely. On the news, one of the mars captains claimed to have discovored a ufo that they had as of yet failed to enter. The scientists nearly shouted in joy when they realized....The captain found the ship not even ten minuites after they launched it from earth.
Six hundred years later and the galaxy is in a war of sorts. At 2910 the first Holy Galactic Empire arose, quickly gaining the loyalty of dozens of new worlds. Though there were the few that still had no desire for an Earth or Religion ruled government. Heated debates were the start of this conflict before the full blown spark of violence arose. With neither side gaining ground, the Empire unleashed the Knightmare frame. A new weapon the took the apperance of human shaped mecha. The worlds that these new Knightmares were deployed to quickly fell in line as advance forces were cleanly wiped out, the inferior main battle tanks and air units standing not even a small chance. Forced with retreat or death, the rebels chose the former, heading for uncharted space to escape the Empire.
Soon enough the Empire sent out ships to find the hiding places of these rebels, and were soundly defeated by the fleets the outsiders bound together. Salvaging Knightmare technology from the wreckage, the rebels developed innovations of their own, and managed to push the empire away. Faced with the inevitability of their personal victory the rebels began squabling amongst themselves, each wanting to lead the new alliance. Ten clans split from their combined army, and this effectively defeated their chances of eliminating the threat from the Empire altogether. As the ten clans continued to devide amongst themselves over the next hundred years the Empire worked itself into a galactic super power, with none of the individual clans able to stop it.
Now there are dozens, maybe even hundreds of clan structures scattered on the outskirts of Empire terretory. Among the most infamous are The Wolfpack, The Yakuza League, Metal, Dark Ones, and the newly arizen clan Black Star. While they seem to all serve their own agendas with constant fighting, Black Star holds the only true Unification movement, having converted nearly a tenth of the smaller individual clans to the cause of either eliminating or controling the empire. And thus our story opens looking in on several week old Black Star recruits. Fresh out of training, and with the safetys on their guns disabled.
All mecha are standardly equipped flight packs, sensors, rollers, and guns. The way it looks and performs is up to you. Pilot Name: Pilot Apperance: Weapons: Background: Mecha Nickname/Model: Leave blank if undesired. Mecha Apperance: (Don't be surprised if art comes from every corner of the internet. I'm not expecting to see a single source.) Mecha Type: Heavy, Medium, Light, Scout. Heavy mechs are the equivelent tanks, strong but slow moving. Medium mechs are at the balance between firepower, mobility, and armor. Light mechs are incredibly agile with less armor. Each of the three types are evenly matched in their own ways. The Scout types have built in stealth generators and commonly tend towards silent/deadly weapons, but suffer in armor even more than the Light models. Scouts have difficulty standing up in a fair fight. Size: An average mecha is 15ft tall. Larger and smaller have been known to exist, though 50 footers are the basic limit due to incredibly high costs. Generation Number: The "Level" of the mech. You start as 7th. 10th being the highest with 5th being the lowest. Yours are custom and better than usual due to the fact that your characters supposedly aced the pilot exams. Arnament (Italics are mandatory) Head:Sensors and output Torso: Cockpit, Additions could be stealth generators, surprise weapons, ect. Lower Torso: Power source* Back: 3nd teir Flight Pack** Shoulder L: Open Shoulder R: Open Arm L: Open Arm R: Open Leg L: Landspinners*** Otherwise open Leg R: Landspinners*** Otherwise open Max Spd: To get speed, take 30(Your Flight pack level times 10) And multiply it by 1 for heavies, 2 for mediums, 3 for Lights, and 4 for Scouts. This is mostly for reference. *Power sources are heavily armored. If ruptured an auto eject is initiated before the explosion. **Flight packs currently range from 1st to 5th teir. ***Landspinners are the mecha equivalent of rollerscates. They alow the mecha to move at speeds of up to 90mph depending on a combination of mecha type and flightpack. Heavy models lack these due to common malfunctions related to weight.
Weapon ideas are left to your imagination. I trust you all enough not to overly limit yourselves or godmode. By the way, it's lightly based off of the series this video was made of. Lightly. Weird, anyone else see the freakish add over there?
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Post by Crow on Nov 7, 2008 23:52:11 GMT -5
(Yeesh. I'm out for a day, then I have to wait for a good/semi-good time to return again.
Suddenly appearing next to Pinata, Luna let out a low whistle. "That looks like it hurt....Quite a bit actually." Turning to take a glance at what was happening with Mammoth, she nearly winced seeing the unusual aura that was suddenly coming out of him. It certainly wasn't something she had seen often. "Anything I can do for you guys, Pinata?" Looking the other way she quietly muttered, "Maybe I can drag the loser Crow out of hell for a reenforcement....."
This could be worse than I thought. Three....No, four higher level demons. I hope Mammoth can live up to the last guy I saw with that power....Otherwise this could be messy.
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Post by Crow on Sept 18, 2008 22:48:40 GMT -5
"If you don't mind taking a short ride with me, I'll get you home as soon as I'm-" He halted mid sentence as a man wearing a Red corp. uniform walked around a corner along with several of his buddies, each leveling their rifles at the two. The apparent leader spoke up as 110 fixed him with a glare, "We only came here for 89. Hand her over and we might let you live!" "Do you have any idea who you're talking to?" "A dead man if you don't get out of our way!" "Obviously you don't. I'm experiment 110. I'm your executioner today." Their faces paled as they remembered the notice about the rogue experiment, and they remembered that they had no high caliber rounds.
One of the men raised his rifle before his head disappeared in a flash. Looking at 110, none of them had even seen him move his arm before the gun was in position. 110 stepped in front of 89 and opened fire, taking down four of the remaining nine in a split second. His body began to twitch and jerk as they opened fire, and every one of the soldiers wanted to scream when he started laughing.
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Post by Crow on Sept 18, 2008 12:57:35 GMT -5
*Not much, but it's something to get going again.
"I'm 110. Are you feeling alright now?" He still had one of his guns ready. Just in case something was going to go wrong like always. Was she going to keep up on her idea to attack? 110 even looked outwardly confused. He was trained for dealing with people in the most final way possible. Not understanding them.
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