Post by ..::The Bard::.. on Sept 18, 2006 21:18:26 GMT -5
Name: Kristopher Shoma
Nickname or Title: Lord Shoma, Kris, King Shoma
Gender: Male
Age: -- Immortal
( Side Note: Immortal means that he can't die from age.)
Race: – Super Vampire
Class: – King Of The Vampires
Side: – Neutral-Evil
Weakness: – a decent dose of Silver or holy water to the heart, Sun light, His blood lust
Powers: – He can cast magma to shoot from the ground and surround his enemys or kill them. And He has a dark blast similar to that of hell fire only alot more powerful, He calls it "hellstorm". He can aso levitate so he has no need for common wings he can just levitate instead and can move exactly like the people with wings. He can turn into bats like all vampires. He has spent many years in the confounds of his lab and training facilities, working on discovering new moves and better magical attacks. Finally he has discovered an extremely strong one. He has named this attack "Radiata Storm". In this attack, his most strongest by far, the sky darkens, turning what seems like the entire world dark, but is only the section he is in. A strong wind picks up, atleast 200 miles per hour, carrying limbs, branches, sometimes entire trees and anything on the ground such as broken glass or forgotten weapons. It slings them across the battlefield at an amazing force, one that should be reckoned with by all people. If that isnt enough, the sky seems to rain down fire. What it really is is large balls of hellfire that can scorch the earth and destroy all that it lands on, the balls are about 30 ft in circumfrence. While this is happening, Kris also has control of the earth itself, making it so that he can shift the ground and cause large chunks rip from the ground and fly towards his opponent. Even with the high winds, Kris is almost impossible to be moved with his heavy armor on weighing him down.
Default Abilities: – Bat transformation. The common ability to turn one's self into bats. Blood lust. After a while of no eating, the vampire completely looses control over his body and goes on a killing rampage in order to quench his thirst.
Abilities: – Supreme Resurection. When any part of his body is destroyed, blown off, apart, or cut off, the part turns into shadows and returns. The only exception is destroying the heart, after that the vampire dies. Enrage. By becoming mad or simply by concentrating, Kris is able to tap into his full potential, boosting his strength and speed extremely. Hellhound. By using his own body, Kris becomes completely black, like a shadow. From there, eyes appear all over his body. The eyes condence more in one area, that area rips from his body, which quickly regenerates. The ripped part forms itself into a dog. A dog with eyes all over its body. It can meld into the shadows and move at an amazing speed. It's teeth and claws are razor sharp and it doesnt take much to rip a person to bits.
Weapons: – Swords, Scythes and Firearms: He has a valkyrin steel Longsword that he usualy has setting up on his left shoulder ( like auron in ffX ) He also has two identical kodachies also made of valkyrin steel. He wears the kodachies on his left, right side. He also carries a huge knife on his left (it looks like rambo's) The knife is also made of valkyrin and mythril mix.He has a huge scythe that is made of Silver and adamantium, He can summon it from thin air. It is called the Death Scythe or the "Borachi". It looks similar to the scythe of the crusnik on Trinity blood, only black. And of course he has 2 pistols. They are both custom made by himself, and look similar to that of a desert eagle but these have a 15 (so 30 rounds total) round clip and can fire as fast as you can pull the trigger and also have no recoil what so ever makeing it useful for accurate far ranged shots. If those pistols arent enough he has two 13mm custom made pistol, it wieghs 16 kilos and has a 39 cm long barrel. It's clip carries 8 bullets wich are 13mm armor piercing rounds. The bullet casing is a special gold alloy, also the bullets are unique in there own way. They are made of babtised amalgam to take out undead and everything else in his way. Also carries a sawed off 12 gauge shotgun that fires silver pellets. This guy has an armory on his back o.o, He also carries small m4 with a 200 round drum on it incase times get rough.And last but not least it his 30mm cannon....also called the Harkonnen. It fires two types of rounds-depleted uranium bullets and explosive devises that can destroy a tank and everything else on land sea or air. Because he is a super vampire, and because it is a custom rifle, He feels no recoil what so ever when he fires. His cannon has a unique codeing on the trigger that allows only some one with the exact same finger prints as Kris can fire the gun, For anyone else the trigger stays put and the gun refuses to fire.
( Side Note: He doesnt carry all of his weapons with him, but most of the time does carry a good deal of them. He also uses several different swords like these shown here. His long sword is the one on the far left.)
Armor and Clothes: He has a full set of red plate mail made of a mix of mythril and adamantium. The armor is cover by his red jacket that he wears almost everywere. The jacket itself has the ability to withstand extreme amounts of Heat and coldness and is extremely bulletproof. If he's not wearing his plate, he's usualy wearing his mythril chain mail. Or nothing at all, If he doesnt have his plate or mythril he wears a black tanktop. Lately his normal red outfit has been changed to black. His jacket black with silver studds and his adamantium armor is back with a white cross in the center.
( Side Note: His armor is made of one of the strongest and heaviest materials ever. When wearing it his speed is slowed down a great deal and makes him about as fast as an athlete in top shape. Without the armor his speed is mind blowing)
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(All fields here are optional.)
Animal Companion: — None
Relationship Status: – None
Family: — All dead.
Quote: – "Show me your best, so that when I defeat you, you'll know you have nothing." "If you really think that your so skilled, show me."
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Physical Descriptions - Kristopher, Kris Face shot ,Pic no color of Kris ,Kris' Transformation
Height: 6'3
Weight: 232 lbs.
Build: Muscular
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Red when enraged; golden when normal.
Personality: – Stoic and unfeeling in battle. When in his throne, he demands respect, but at the same time respects others. Unlike what others think, Kris is actually a decently laid back person and from time to time is merciful and forgiving.
Background: – Ten thousand years ago, there was a war. A mighty war between vampires. On one side a mighty army, on the other, a renegade group of mercinaries. The group was an elite squad of 5 warriors. The leader, Damian, a mighty swordsman from the slums of a once great city. He had been incharge of the group for more then a good 500 years. A fine man that every one looked up to. Tall, dark and enough strength to go around, even if he only somewhat looked it. He stood at about 6'3, 230 pounds. He always wore a black jacket with silver crosses going down as buttons. Odd for a vampire to carry, but since his transformation, all he ever dreamt for was a chance to be human again. He wielded a dual bladed katana, stretching a good 10 feet in length and had killed more vampires then anyone else in time, alive, dead, or undead. Next was Brother. He was the oldest of the group, and by far the strongest. He stood at a mighty 7'5 and weighed in at 348lbs and weapon of choice was a large war hammer, the prayer, psalms 23 was branded on the side. He too was once a human, and shared the dream with Damian to once again live as a mortal. He was the kindest of the group, always wearing a smile that put the others at ease, though in battle he was also the fiercest, showing no mercy to his enemies, no matter who they may be. The third in the group was Angel, an odd name for a vampire. She was beautiful. Her curves perfect, her movements, bewildering. She stood at a fine 5'6 and weighed in at 115. All attitude and enough muscle to back it up. She wielded twin daggers, but mostly relied on magic to help the group. A master at killing. Beautiful as a rose, yet deadly as a cobra. Some said she had a little thing for Damian, though she never admitted it. The 4th of the group, and perhaps the most skilled. Raven. The master of disguise and stealth. He was found in one of the enemies bases, apparently stealling thier food and some weapons. He only looked 15 and stood at 5'9, weighing 170, yet they could tell he had been a vampire for a long time, perhaps almost as long as Brother. He loved his bow, and even mastered the use of a 200 lbs Longbow, able to hit any target in his field of vision, no matter how far off. And finally, Kristopher. The gunsman. Always loud and cocky, never afraid of a fight. It had been him that had rescued the group countless times, often makeing some idiotic scene to draw away the enemy's attention. Kris was the fourth oldest yet one of the smartest, he loved everyone there as his family. Though not the youngest, he was still very inexperienced, and terribly out powered by the others. 500 years the group held out. Until finally....Brother died. They had been ambushed, outnumbered thousands to one. He cleared the path as the others left, then used himself as a decoy for them to get out. The image of him dieing, even after thousands of years, still hasnt left Kris' memory. Damian was furious, forcing the remaining group to attack the main headquarters of the enemy. This would be the final fight for this war. And win or lose, everyone was going to die. The memories here blur out, fading in only momentarily to show Damian and Raven die in a lost corridor against some god forsaken beast. The next memory was of Angel dieing in Kris' arms. He was curled over her, his right arm completely blown off and three bullet wounds along with a spear in his back. Tears fell from his eyes as he heard her speak for the last time, incoherently, gagging upon her own blood. What happened next, has only been told in legend, and even that legend was a rare one to hear. Angel fell from Kris' arms as he stood, turning to the approaching men. His once soft golden eyes now a blood lust red. His body began going black as a shadow, eyes all over his body began to open, they too, dark red like blood. The once dismembered arm, replaced itself, becoming a shadow itself and merging with the rest. What happened after that was a blur. A blur of screams and corpses. Slowly he walked the blood covered halls, words and hand prints smeared everywere, bodies lay strewn all about. The main throne room doors ripped open with a crack as the lock snapped. There infront of him stood the famed leader of the vampires. The famed Dracula. He stood there in his black cape, in his right hand, gripped tightly was a sword. A sword of silver, made to destroy the Vampires of legend.
"Dracula! You are the one who has cost my friends thier lives." Kris shouted as he approached, blood dripping from his finger tips and from his chin.
"Lives?! I wouldnt say they were lives. They lived to serve and die for their master and they did. They died for me!" Dracula replied with a synical smirk.
"Then you shall die here tonight by my hands, and you shall do it for your new master. I will rule the vampires for all of eternity!" Kris proclaimed before bolting off at Dracula, in his left hand, a black steeled sword was held. Damian's sword.
The moment he was close enough, Kris made a horizontal slice as he passed. Dracula didnt miss a beat as his sword moved for a vertical block, both hands needed to hold back the force. Snapping to a stop and shoving back some. As Kris moved back, twisting around behind Dracula and made a stab back for his kidneys. Dracula mimiced this and both growled in pain as their free hand wrapped around the blade of the now petruding swords. As if mirrors of each other, they both ripped the blade back out, twisting to thier left and making a diagnol cut. The two warrior's blades collided with a spark. A second growl as they saw themselves in a stalemate. They shoved off again, landing a good ten feet apart from each other as they seemed to float back to the marble floor. It was then that Dracula showed his true power. His cape split and turned into the wings of a bat. His skin molded and transformed as he grew three times in size into some sort of dark creature almost indiscribable by words. It stood at 18 feet, its body covered in black fur with a white streak down the chest to the pelvis. This was the true form of Dracula, Lord of Darkness.
In a distorted tone, the creature laughed before speaking. " How do you feel now, Kristopher. You are witnessing the true power of your lord Dracula!"
Kris only smirked, standing up straight, weapon to his side making a bring-it-on guesture to the beast.
Enraged Dracula burst forward, claws at the ready to shred this little insect to pieces the moment he was close enough. As one arm stretched out to slice at him, Kris hopped up, landing on Dracula's large forearm and bolting down it before the bat creature could react. His sword struck Dracula's face, slicing through his body with great ease as he ran down it. By the time he had jumped off at the tail end, Dracula was dead and in half. Or atleast any one who hadnt heard the legends would have thought. Kristopher made haste back to the body, throwing his friend's sword to the ground as he ran to rip out his former lord's heart and hold it before him. This was the core to all of the evil. The core to the man that had his friends killed. Without so much as a second thought, Kris crushed it in his free hands. Crushing it as if a grape. The remains he tossed aside. There was nothing else that could happen. The vampire lord was dead. Dracula was dead. It was he who was leader now. He would do as his friends had once dreamed of doing. He would lead the vampire race.
That is how it has been for nine thousand years without objection. Nine thousand years without a problem. He had done what he was supposed to, and would continue to for all of eternity.
Nickname or Title: Lord Shoma, Kris, King Shoma
Gender: Male
Age: -- Immortal
( Side Note: Immortal means that he can't die from age.)
Race: – Super Vampire
Class: – King Of The Vampires
Side: – Neutral-Evil
Weakness: – a decent dose of Silver or holy water to the heart, Sun light, His blood lust
Powers: – He can cast magma to shoot from the ground and surround his enemys or kill them. And He has a dark blast similar to that of hell fire only alot more powerful, He calls it "hellstorm". He can aso levitate so he has no need for common wings he can just levitate instead and can move exactly like the people with wings. He can turn into bats like all vampires. He has spent many years in the confounds of his lab and training facilities, working on discovering new moves and better magical attacks. Finally he has discovered an extremely strong one. He has named this attack "Radiata Storm". In this attack, his most strongest by far, the sky darkens, turning what seems like the entire world dark, but is only the section he is in. A strong wind picks up, atleast 200 miles per hour, carrying limbs, branches, sometimes entire trees and anything on the ground such as broken glass or forgotten weapons. It slings them across the battlefield at an amazing force, one that should be reckoned with by all people. If that isnt enough, the sky seems to rain down fire. What it really is is large balls of hellfire that can scorch the earth and destroy all that it lands on, the balls are about 30 ft in circumfrence. While this is happening, Kris also has control of the earth itself, making it so that he can shift the ground and cause large chunks rip from the ground and fly towards his opponent. Even with the high winds, Kris is almost impossible to be moved with his heavy armor on weighing him down.
Default Abilities: – Bat transformation. The common ability to turn one's self into bats. Blood lust. After a while of no eating, the vampire completely looses control over his body and goes on a killing rampage in order to quench his thirst.
Abilities: – Supreme Resurection. When any part of his body is destroyed, blown off, apart, or cut off, the part turns into shadows and returns. The only exception is destroying the heart, after that the vampire dies. Enrage. By becoming mad or simply by concentrating, Kris is able to tap into his full potential, boosting his strength and speed extremely. Hellhound. By using his own body, Kris becomes completely black, like a shadow. From there, eyes appear all over his body. The eyes condence more in one area, that area rips from his body, which quickly regenerates. The ripped part forms itself into a dog. A dog with eyes all over its body. It can meld into the shadows and move at an amazing speed. It's teeth and claws are razor sharp and it doesnt take much to rip a person to bits.
Weapons: – Swords, Scythes and Firearms: He has a valkyrin steel Longsword that he usualy has setting up on his left shoulder ( like auron in ffX ) He also has two identical kodachies also made of valkyrin steel. He wears the kodachies on his left, right side. He also carries a huge knife on his left (it looks like rambo's) The knife is also made of valkyrin and mythril mix.He has a huge scythe that is made of Silver and adamantium, He can summon it from thin air. It is called the Death Scythe or the "Borachi". It looks similar to the scythe of the crusnik on Trinity blood, only black. And of course he has 2 pistols. They are both custom made by himself, and look similar to that of a desert eagle but these have a 15 (so 30 rounds total) round clip and can fire as fast as you can pull the trigger and also have no recoil what so ever makeing it useful for accurate far ranged shots. If those pistols arent enough he has two 13mm custom made pistol, it wieghs 16 kilos and has a 39 cm long barrel. It's clip carries 8 bullets wich are 13mm armor piercing rounds. The bullet casing is a special gold alloy, also the bullets are unique in there own way. They are made of babtised amalgam to take out undead and everything else in his way. Also carries a sawed off 12 gauge shotgun that fires silver pellets. This guy has an armory on his back o.o, He also carries small m4 with a 200 round drum on it incase times get rough.And last but not least it his 30mm cannon....also called the Harkonnen. It fires two types of rounds-depleted uranium bullets and explosive devises that can destroy a tank and everything else on land sea or air. Because he is a super vampire, and because it is a custom rifle, He feels no recoil what so ever when he fires. His cannon has a unique codeing on the trigger that allows only some one with the exact same finger prints as Kris can fire the gun, For anyone else the trigger stays put and the gun refuses to fire.
( Side Note: He doesnt carry all of his weapons with him, but most of the time does carry a good deal of them. He also uses several different swords like these shown here. His long sword is the one on the far left.)
Armor and Clothes: He has a full set of red plate mail made of a mix of mythril and adamantium. The armor is cover by his red jacket that he wears almost everywere. The jacket itself has the ability to withstand extreme amounts of Heat and coldness and is extremely bulletproof. If he's not wearing his plate, he's usualy wearing his mythril chain mail. Or nothing at all, If he doesnt have his plate or mythril he wears a black tanktop. Lately his normal red outfit has been changed to black. His jacket black with silver studds and his adamantium armor is back with a white cross in the center.
( Side Note: His armor is made of one of the strongest and heaviest materials ever. When wearing it his speed is slowed down a great deal and makes him about as fast as an athlete in top shape. Without the armor his speed is mind blowing)
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(All fields here are optional.)
Animal Companion: — None
Relationship Status: – None
Family: — All dead.
Quote: – "Show me your best, so that when I defeat you, you'll know you have nothing." "If you really think that your so skilled, show me."
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Physical Descriptions - Kristopher, Kris Face shot ,Pic no color of Kris ,Kris' Transformation
Height: 6'3
Weight: 232 lbs.
Build: Muscular
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Red when enraged; golden when normal.
Personality: – Stoic and unfeeling in battle. When in his throne, he demands respect, but at the same time respects others. Unlike what others think, Kris is actually a decently laid back person and from time to time is merciful and forgiving.
Background: – Ten thousand years ago, there was a war. A mighty war between vampires. On one side a mighty army, on the other, a renegade group of mercinaries. The group was an elite squad of 5 warriors. The leader, Damian, a mighty swordsman from the slums of a once great city. He had been incharge of the group for more then a good 500 years. A fine man that every one looked up to. Tall, dark and enough strength to go around, even if he only somewhat looked it. He stood at about 6'3, 230 pounds. He always wore a black jacket with silver crosses going down as buttons. Odd for a vampire to carry, but since his transformation, all he ever dreamt for was a chance to be human again. He wielded a dual bladed katana, stretching a good 10 feet in length and had killed more vampires then anyone else in time, alive, dead, or undead. Next was Brother. He was the oldest of the group, and by far the strongest. He stood at a mighty 7'5 and weighed in at 348lbs and weapon of choice was a large war hammer, the prayer, psalms 23 was branded on the side. He too was once a human, and shared the dream with Damian to once again live as a mortal. He was the kindest of the group, always wearing a smile that put the others at ease, though in battle he was also the fiercest, showing no mercy to his enemies, no matter who they may be. The third in the group was Angel, an odd name for a vampire. She was beautiful. Her curves perfect, her movements, bewildering. She stood at a fine 5'6 and weighed in at 115. All attitude and enough muscle to back it up. She wielded twin daggers, but mostly relied on magic to help the group. A master at killing. Beautiful as a rose, yet deadly as a cobra. Some said she had a little thing for Damian, though she never admitted it. The 4th of the group, and perhaps the most skilled. Raven. The master of disguise and stealth. He was found in one of the enemies bases, apparently stealling thier food and some weapons. He only looked 15 and stood at 5'9, weighing 170, yet they could tell he had been a vampire for a long time, perhaps almost as long as Brother. He loved his bow, and even mastered the use of a 200 lbs Longbow, able to hit any target in his field of vision, no matter how far off. And finally, Kristopher. The gunsman. Always loud and cocky, never afraid of a fight. It had been him that had rescued the group countless times, often makeing some idiotic scene to draw away the enemy's attention. Kris was the fourth oldest yet one of the smartest, he loved everyone there as his family. Though not the youngest, he was still very inexperienced, and terribly out powered by the others. 500 years the group held out. Until finally....Brother died. They had been ambushed, outnumbered thousands to one. He cleared the path as the others left, then used himself as a decoy for them to get out. The image of him dieing, even after thousands of years, still hasnt left Kris' memory. Damian was furious, forcing the remaining group to attack the main headquarters of the enemy. This would be the final fight for this war. And win or lose, everyone was going to die. The memories here blur out, fading in only momentarily to show Damian and Raven die in a lost corridor against some god forsaken beast. The next memory was of Angel dieing in Kris' arms. He was curled over her, his right arm completely blown off and three bullet wounds along with a spear in his back. Tears fell from his eyes as he heard her speak for the last time, incoherently, gagging upon her own blood. What happened next, has only been told in legend, and even that legend was a rare one to hear. Angel fell from Kris' arms as he stood, turning to the approaching men. His once soft golden eyes now a blood lust red. His body began going black as a shadow, eyes all over his body began to open, they too, dark red like blood. The once dismembered arm, replaced itself, becoming a shadow itself and merging with the rest. What happened after that was a blur. A blur of screams and corpses. Slowly he walked the blood covered halls, words and hand prints smeared everywere, bodies lay strewn all about. The main throne room doors ripped open with a crack as the lock snapped. There infront of him stood the famed leader of the vampires. The famed Dracula. He stood there in his black cape, in his right hand, gripped tightly was a sword. A sword of silver, made to destroy the Vampires of legend.
"Dracula! You are the one who has cost my friends thier lives." Kris shouted as he approached, blood dripping from his finger tips and from his chin.
"Lives?! I wouldnt say they were lives. They lived to serve and die for their master and they did. They died for me!" Dracula replied with a synical smirk.
"Then you shall die here tonight by my hands, and you shall do it for your new master. I will rule the vampires for all of eternity!" Kris proclaimed before bolting off at Dracula, in his left hand, a black steeled sword was held. Damian's sword.
The moment he was close enough, Kris made a horizontal slice as he passed. Dracula didnt miss a beat as his sword moved for a vertical block, both hands needed to hold back the force. Snapping to a stop and shoving back some. As Kris moved back, twisting around behind Dracula and made a stab back for his kidneys. Dracula mimiced this and both growled in pain as their free hand wrapped around the blade of the now petruding swords. As if mirrors of each other, they both ripped the blade back out, twisting to thier left and making a diagnol cut. The two warrior's blades collided with a spark. A second growl as they saw themselves in a stalemate. They shoved off again, landing a good ten feet apart from each other as they seemed to float back to the marble floor. It was then that Dracula showed his true power. His cape split and turned into the wings of a bat. His skin molded and transformed as he grew three times in size into some sort of dark creature almost indiscribable by words. It stood at 18 feet, its body covered in black fur with a white streak down the chest to the pelvis. This was the true form of Dracula, Lord of Darkness.
In a distorted tone, the creature laughed before speaking. " How do you feel now, Kristopher. You are witnessing the true power of your lord Dracula!"
Kris only smirked, standing up straight, weapon to his side making a bring-it-on guesture to the beast.
Enraged Dracula burst forward, claws at the ready to shred this little insect to pieces the moment he was close enough. As one arm stretched out to slice at him, Kris hopped up, landing on Dracula's large forearm and bolting down it before the bat creature could react. His sword struck Dracula's face, slicing through his body with great ease as he ran down it. By the time he had jumped off at the tail end, Dracula was dead and in half. Or atleast any one who hadnt heard the legends would have thought. Kristopher made haste back to the body, throwing his friend's sword to the ground as he ran to rip out his former lord's heart and hold it before him. This was the core to all of the evil. The core to the man that had his friends killed. Without so much as a second thought, Kris crushed it in his free hands. Crushing it as if a grape. The remains he tossed aside. There was nothing else that could happen. The vampire lord was dead. Dracula was dead. It was he who was leader now. He would do as his friends had once dreamed of doing. He would lead the vampire race.
That is how it has been for nine thousand years without objection. Nine thousand years without a problem. He had done what he was supposed to, and would continue to for all of eternity.
