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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 4:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 4:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 5:18 pm
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Name: [gaia] [+The Fremminik+] [RP] Ren'ai Daikirai
Race: Vampire/Fallen Angel
Age: Appears 16
Appearance: 
Powers: Pyrokenisis and Telepathy. [note that Italisized words with quotation marks will be for the telepathy.... o-o]
Bio: She was born an angel, but fell in love with the son of Satan in the "great war" between the races. She was under the control of the devil after falling in love with his son, and was forced to kill a majority of the angels in heaven. God then banished her to earth to live the life of a mortal. Soon after, she jumped from the Sistine Chapel in Vatican City, dying instantly. She then went to hell for commiting suicide, and began to try and take over. Satan banished her back to earth, where she was made a vampire soon after. She watched her maker kill himself two weeks after she was made. He jumped from the very same spot she did, atop the Sistine Chapel in Vatican City, and burn to death in the sunlight. Since that day, she has never trusted many people, and always held her emotions in. She rarely shows any emotion aside from anger or despair, and when she does, its for someone or something very valuable to her.
Weapons: She doesnt fight much, but when she wants to, she uses a large, black scythe. She can take down many enemies with it, only due to its size. She is rather agile and quick. |
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 5:50 pm
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((I actually think that I'm done now. X] ))
Name: Known as Nadie (Actual name: Gale Incalia 'Swifty' Mythrandil, though she is forbidden by divine law to tell anybody)
Race: Quasi-Celestial Human
Age: Ninety-four.
Appearance: Slightly tanned skin, 5'7" tall & 145 lbs. (Not skinny, not fat, not tall, not short). She commonly wears a blue silk shirt, lined with magenta coloring, with the top two buttons rarely fastened. More often than not, she ends up buttoning it up incorrectly; fashion and appearance aren't anywhere near her important features and rarely bubble to her mind. Her pants are somewhere between denim and simple cloth, being thin but reasonably sturdy; wove in between the threads is a mithril alloy strong enough to stop bullets, even if they would still leave bruises from the impact. Common apparel for her are a ring worn on her right ring finger, shin guards, and light 'zombie scrap armor' worn either below her normal clothes or worn to replace them.
Weapons: Her ring is actually made up of two enchanted kamas, shrunk down magically and wove into a rough circle. Whenever she wills them to, the kamas will remove themselves from the shape and size and automatically move to her hands. If the ring is removed or worn by somebody else, they may also make use of them after speaking the command phrase ("The Lords' Alliance allows me to partake of their power."). She possesses magical abilities suitable to an Archon, 'though she is not an actual Celestial, herself. In a normal situation, devoid of weaponry, she may take an opportunity to grab whatever she can to use as makeshift weapons; objects that she has used in the past are vases, platters, desk drawers, lamp shades, and training weights.
Kama #1: Soja: A weapon made with the express purpose of disabling a magic-wielding enemy, it has the same effect on any being that attempts to channel their own energy into something outside of themself. Its ability is known as 'Soul Sealing', due to its ability to unbreakably affix a person's mental, spiritual, physical, etc. energy to the single, stationary 'soul'. Energy sealed to the 'soul' cannot be utilized outside of the body; energy normally used for offensive, external abilities may be transferred to internal functions not normally available to an individual. External energy is also not accessible through channeling, as it requires a viable connection to the external medium. Example: If energy is sealed within a fire-wielder, the flame energy will not be accessible as spells or abilities outside of their own bodies, but the fire may instead grant additional physical strength or instant cauterization of wounds by heating the damaged material. External energy, such as that used in magical staves, is unable to be accessed by a Sealed individual, and summonings can not be done due to the need for a link to the target. The sealing effect is transmitted to a target by a successful hit on anything that they are touching willfully and with purpose (examples being other weapons, shields, armor, etc., exception being the ground).
Kama #2: Lins: A 'cutter' blade, it was made with the express purpose of keeping melee fights even. The blade is preternaturally sharp and strong, able to cut through most natural materials with relative ease, even diamond and mithril. Enchantments bestowed upon it over a long period of time to work with Soja's Soul Sealing also include the abilities to allow it to re-form itself in the case of it being broken, allow it to be transformed into other same-sized bladed weapons, allow a limited use of the transportion spell, Blink, and the ability to create concussive blasts when either swept in a circle or tapped against Soja.
Bio: Her youth was dotted by the constant chiding remarks of those around her; the irrational expectations of one born into royalty, and throned just after the nation's greatest leader has died. In reality, she was no royal figure. She was born in a poor village, and her brother was the premier fighter, mage, cleric, ranger, and businessman. She couldn't do anything better than him, even though she was a mere two years younger. Her parents, the village, the world, it seemed, waited for her to bloom into another one of him. Repeatedly, she was placed in combat and competitive situations that were one versus one; her pitted against her brother. Each time, she lost. Sword-fighting, summoning, running, jumping, spell-casting, marksmanship, everything. The constant chiding of her 'second-class' abilities continued as she grew up to her mid-teenage years, and as she lost to her brother, she began losing to others as well. Starting off as second best, she dropped month after month to be the village's worst. Her nights were characterized by tears and whimpering, of a immobilizing despair that refused to loosen its grip on her body, heart, and mind. Even into her low twenties, her battle against the irrational feelings was a losing one. Nobody liked her because of the constant aura of despair, of the constant state of exhaustion she seemed to be in.
One day, though, a Cleric entered the town. She preached the will of her Goddess, and of the idealic future that awaited those who joined her. People listened, too; deities were fickle and each had different values that might or might not suit each individual person. Except that this Cleric decided to make some bad decisions with one particular woman in the crowd. 'The God preserves us, and keeps us warm! To those who follow him, last place will be a place of scorn, and first will be the only possibility! Life will not end for us, as death itself will be underneath our attention!' He proclaimed, to much cheering in the crowd. One malcontent, and one only, was affected by the evangelic speech adversely. Gale grimaced, crunched her hands to her sides, and glared through the crowds to him. Anger consumed her, and, unwillingly, she channeled Arcane energy. An incredible amount of energy; one even that her brother surely could not have matched, had he ever used his abilities for destruction. The energy surged out from her, covering her body in energy beyond destruction, of energy that would not stop at simply killing a person. She walked through the crowd, which steadily grew to notice her more and more; her face was contorted in an unholy fury, her hair and clothes seemed to radiate an unnatural angriness, and anybody that drew close to her dropped dead to the floor, consumed from the inside out by the energy that covered her. The Cleric, as her target, was the last to notice. She looked about, smiling and shouting prayers to her Morning Lord, even as the avatar of her destruction took a firm foothold barely a yard away. The malcontent agent of death threw a hand forward, taking the Cleric by the throat and crushing with strength that was second to nobody. The Cleric did not even blink before death was upon her, but the hand surrounding her throat did not stop. A snapping noise echoed through the silently screaming crowd as the cartilage and bone snapped, and the dead Cleric was tossed aside like a ragdoll.
"I am second to nobody." Was her declaration. "Nobody is greater than I, and if anybody is to challenge that, their life is forfeit!"
The crowd slowly backed away from her, fearful both of her and the angry man looming behind her, unaffected by the aura of annihilation. He frowned. A strange look, depicting no sorrow at the loss of life, no fear of the woman, nothing... Except disappointment. The woman in front of him was still shaking in anger, pulsating with the exhileration of the kill, and the virtual mutilation of the dead body. And the man only frowned. He reaches out a hand to grab her wrist, and she finally notices his presence. It was the grasp of the unknown; one's own undoing always is. Her aura was instantly dashed, dispersed through the cosmos by the man's own magical power, and she roared ferally in response, closing her fist and drawing it back for a punch even as she turned to face him. He kicked her in the ankles easily, not missing a beat as she turned, and pulled her wrist aside to send her to the ground. His face doesn't show anything besides his disappointment as she stumbles back up to launch another punch, and is met with a firm chop to her wrist, dislocating several of the small bones and bringing her assault to a stop.
"Damn you, brother..." She screamed at the grey-haired man, backing away even as she did so, "Alek, I will see you dead one day!" She turned and ran.
The village saw nothing more of her as she wandered about the world, training as she could, and doing whatever would get her enough money to get by. An unsavory existance, she knew, below the very best, and even below many of the worst. Her fate was with a simple temple at first, where she took sustainance and boarding. She paid nothing, and was thus treated to long days of labor in the true way of the 'good' deities. Through her stay, she was only treated by kindness by one man; he said that his name was forbidden to be uttered by Divine Code, and as such, the woman herself did not offer a name. He treated her to dinner, bought her the trainers she desired, and became her lover for years. His duty to the Temple took precedence, though, and he was sent off to die in service to his deity, whose name was also forbidden in the church; they called him the Lord of Sorrows, and as her lover was sent away, she suspected that nothing could have been more appropriate. Her days were once again spent in tears, and not even the rousing cries of debt and incarceration could rouse her from the depression. Life did not treat her well, she thought, even as food and drink was placed beside her bed twice daily. As time dragged on, her depression lessened slightly enough for her to notice the man that brought her sustainance. He was blind as a bat; his face was covered by a solid mask of white stone, preventing his eyes or even his ears from functioning properly. She watched with interest as he tirelessly worked, and occasionally was greeted reverently by other people just beyond her door.
The ritual became important to her, and she even began greeting him over the period of several months that took her to be acclimated to the presence of other people. Once, she heard in a bare whisper through the door, the crying of a woman to the masked man, and her hearty thanking to the Lord of Sorrows. The servant, she thought, was a god. Something was amiss in her mind, and she darted through the door on shaky, unused legs. The masked man was there, bowing on his knees before the crying woman.
Gale became his apprentice then and there, a cleric of the church of the Crying Stone; something called her to the god even as she knew that something about herself was truly special enough to call his interest. Her name was stripped from her, and she was given a rank among the Seekers and the Watchers, an order made to sustain a positive tilt to the world's balance. She was to kill specific creatures and humanoids as ordered, and she did it well for a long while. The targets were never too difficult for her, and seemd as though it was exactly what her god had planned. Until she got her last order. 'Trace and kill a Soul Wraith that goes by a name of Devils, and takes the bodies of the Dead.' They had told her. She faced off against the man once, or nearly had before retreating. It was her brother, Alek, the man she felt destined to bring to his knees in subordinance. But she could not kill him. She could not even try; the despair of her early life returned even in seeing the barely aged form of his body. It drove her away, to act out her teenage fantasies of mild rebellion against classical society, from which she would eventually emerge again to drive her brother six feet under the ground.
... ... ... And then she entered the Haven, not quite finished with her rebellious reversion, but no longer crushed with the despair that had gripped her upon witnessing her brother's existance.
Abilities:
Seraphic: Even as an incomplete change to becoming a Celestial, many of their generic qualities have been passed down to her. Among them are immunities to injury or death by various types of damage (Necromancy, Acid, Electricity, Poison). In addition, her skin is difficult to pierce by the use of metallic or stone weapons; wooden armaments can affect her normally. She possesses an intimate connection with the Positive Energy plane, which heals her more quickly than an average human, and allows her to fend off many death-based magic/supernatural effects.
Brilliant aura: This ability causes her to glow with an intense light, greater even than the sun. Due to the sheer amount of light, it becomes very difficult to see her exact location. Additionally, the light has a Disruption effect on Demons and Undead, sapping their energy and weakening or even killing them outright. This ability may be activated or deactivated as she wishes it, on a thought, and destroys all shadows that enter its lit area.
Flight: Although she possesses no wings (so far), she does possess an innate ability of flight by channeling her energy to lift her from the ground. As a channeling effect, fighting in the air is difficult; she must maintain concentration or risk falling to her death.
Searing blade: While holding any bladed weapon (usually her own kamas), she can focus the energy from her Brilliant Aura into its blades. Rather than creating a blinding light, the energy causes the blades to heat intensely, causing only a minor blue glow, but enough actual heat to melt stone. Combined with her second kama, Lins', abilities, it would make an attack exceedingly difficult to block without sustaining personal damage or damage to one's weapon/shield.
Apathic: She is unable to communicate through telepathy, and likewise unable to be communicated with; she just doesn't hear it. Any attacks used against her that require contact with her mind fail due to an autonomous barrier against outside sources.
Leaf Walk: By focusing her energy into the leaf of a tree, she is able to move instantly to another leaf anywhere within one mile of her origination. In battle, she commonly throws a haze of leaves for the reason of confusing her foe and easy movemeny, as well as leaving one or two in seperate locations outside of the battleground in case she needs an escape route. Her focus leaf and her target leaf both incinerate after the ability functions.
Conjure: A spell type capable of summoning demons, Archons, devils, and slaadi, she only uses it to summon food, drink, and clothing. In the tide of a bad situation, she may Call something to guard her back before Leaf Walking to a safer locale.
Quick-sense: Although not necessarily able to move quickly, she is able follow the movements of individuals as though they were in slow motion. No matter how she tries to change her own expression while using this ability, she always seems to assume a hawk-like scowl while watching her target. This also greatly extends her sight range, and gives her a moderate ability to see through hazes and nearly-clear surfaces (ie. dirty glass, stained glass, etc.)
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 5:53 pm
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-Name: Sir Ivan of Centrillia, or Ivan for short.
-Age: 20
-Persona: 6'3'', Brown eyes, Alot like my avvie actually, but subject to change.
-Items: ((Where to begin...))
Battle Cross: Main weapon is a large, golden cross engraved with beautiful patterns and such, but the cross will change into a very large, ridiculoulsy oversized sword at will. Wears the cross openly and it kept in a tough leather case hanging from the right side of the belt.
Blessed Sword of St. Ivan (hidden until transformatin): A large, blessed sword with the blade bieng two feet wide and six feet long. Slow and cumbersome, but extremely potent. Engraved with holy runes and used to cleave through heavily armoured foes.
Holy Armour of St. Ivan (hidden unitl transformation): Clothes will become Blessed armour at will as well when the cross changes. The plate-armour is invisible to the naked eye and is also blessed to repel some forms of magic, i.e. dark magic, but thats about it. Also greatly decreases the effects of physical damage.
Saint's Rifle (hidden): Another weapon is the saint's rifle, which is basicly like a rifle, but with multiple, revolving barrels, giving it a firing rate like that of a gatling gun. Magazine loaded. Uses 20 mil. silver bullets. A;so has shotgun form, which fires a shell with hloy ammo and buckshot, making it a potent close range weapon.
Thousand Barrel (hidden): More like a minion than a weapon, but a weapon nonetheless. Provides supression fire to distract of destroy multiple enemies, can be summoned by shouting it's name. Looks like a pillar of guns that have been expertly welded together. Several poles extend from the main carriage, with Seraphim minions bearing the weight of the massive weapon, giving it flight and high mobility.
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Teleportation: The abiltiy to teleport himself or other objects with the snap of his fingers. Extremely useful, but not allowed in some places. Please notify me as to whether or not it is allowed.
Bonecrusher: A powerful, bonebreaking blow directed at the ribs. Can only be used after transformation, as I strike them with the flat of the sword previously mentioned. Starts with an aggresive charge and then the actual attack.
Skullsmasher: A suprise attempt to catch the opponent off guard. Similar to the Bonecrusher, but after charging, I jump and attempt a vertical strike with the flat of the sword instead a horizontal one.
Sonicboom: Used before transformation. I fall thousands of feet and, upon imact with the ground (using my fist), send out a massive shockwave. Often used to destroy multiple enemies or a single, very fast one. Causes great pain to arm the hits the ground.
Bolts of Ahrkam: Charges fists with holy flame, allowing powerful close up attacks or holy flame projectiles. Can be used after transformation to charge sword with holy flame.
Flashbang: Releases a blinding flash of white light from hands to temporarily blind opponent. Used to escape from of disable the foe.
Transformation: Required for a few of the previous moves, changes clothes and cross into Holy armour and sword.
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Healing: Basic use of Holy light used to heal wounds. Only used when absolutly neccisary. Also causes damage to demons and other creatures of that genere, alias, Lycans, Vampires, ect.
Chakras: Used to make simple, medium powered barriers and disable demons, and create violent explosions. Only used in a pinch.
This profile has been edited as not to reveal all of my powers and abilities, just a few.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 6:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 7:11 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 6:16 pm
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Name:Lord Soth
Age:Information Lost(Est. Several Thousand Years Old)
Race biggrin eath Knight Leader(Was a respectible Human knight)
Weapon:Sword of Firey Death
Blood Type:Information Lost
Abilities razz urple Cloak of Mist-Creates a mist that makes ranged attacks and most magic attack nearly impossible to target on him. Immunity to any attacks using heat or fire, all diseases, fear, panic, and other psycological influances. Can invoke fear upon most humans, and is cursed with eternal longevity(Can never die of age. Though if killed in battle he will be reborn as well)
Basic Bio:Lord Soth, once a noble knight, became enamored with an elfmaid, with whom he committed adultery. He then murdered his wife so he could marry his elven mistress. When his new bride learned of Soth's actions, she prayed for him to be forgiven; Soth did likewise. Their prayers were answered, Soth was given the power to travel to Istar and prevent the Cataclysm, a fierce rain of fiery death. While en route, Soth was deceived into believing that his wife had been unfaithful and, while he stormed back to confront her, the Cataclysm occurred unchecked. Soth watched as his family was incinerated, but the fires that burnt away his flesh did not kill him; instead, Soth was doomed to become a Death Knight, an undead warrior with a soul like ash. Though he still adheres to shreds of his knightly code, Lord Soth is beyond redemption, and will forever exist in pain.
Item Info:
Sword of Fiery Death
While he was burning in the Cataclysm it did something to him and his weapons and armour, his sword was enchanted with the power of incineration, when he wounds someone with it, it burns inside the body causing incredible pain.
Armour of Zadrum
lso this item was forged in the Cataclysm, but this enchantment was stranger then that of the sword, this one enchanted his armour, but also the barding of his horse. It was only in the next battle, when was fighting a small goblin mob trying to rob him, that he noticed that every hit he took in close combat was absorbed by the armour. Even the leader of those pesky greenskins could not harm him, and that one had some weird looking spear. Soon after he noticed that they could not harm him he just sad there on his loyal horse and laughed at the goblins trying to kill him, after a while he had enough of it and took out the goblin lord in a single blow, causing the rest of the goblins to run away as fast as they could.
Lord Soth can't be harmed by attacks in hand-to-hand combat, so if he gets wounds in h-t-h combat it is reduced to zero.
Purple Cloak of Mist
As the Cloak moves in the air it creates a thick mist, that makes it more difficult to see anything through it. So if Lord Soth is moving it creates a long line of mist that makes it hard to target anything in it.
If somebody just shot or cast a spell at Lord Soth or the unit he with, there is a change that it misses the target.
Curse of infernal longevity
Lord Soth is cursed with the fact that he can't die. If killed in battle he automatically is resurected and will usually continue fighting.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 9:23 am
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Name: Kia Lance Nomura
Nickname:Lucifer's Angel
Race: Angel
Age: Unknown
Special: His blood is an extremely potent stimulate to vampires that drink it. Just a sip of his blood will make the vampire high and drunk at the same time, and his smell is slightly intoxicating as well.
Personality: Kia is very quite and very good at changing the subject when he does not want to discuss something. He can be charming at times, and sometimes is mistaken for anti-social. Although he is an angel, he does not feel that the demons, vampires and other creatures of the dark are evil, for he feels like he is the same. He does feel like an outsider, since he is an angel and they are sworn enemies. He is Lucifer's trusted servant, and will serve loyally to anyone that he is told to. He will do anything that he is ordered to, he makes no distinction between right and wrong. But he does have a sad aurora about him, and often feels longing for something that he can not find. He does enjoy the time in the sunlight that he gets because he doesn't get much of it.
Background: Kia does not know how he became in the service of Lucifer, but he was lead to believe that God did not love him and had cast him out. Lucifer embraced his flaws, giving him a chance to get vengeance. He was put through torture, told that it would make him tougher and flawless. And this is what he believes, even as he is abused by the very people he serves. He is often kept in the service of vampires, since daylight does not bother him. He has been sent to the Castle to serve it's owners.
Appearance: Large Picture 5'9" Black hair, deep blue eyes with silver flakes littered about. He normally wears his warrior clothing, but will dress normally at the request of his Masters or if he leaves the castle to fit in. The cross he wears on his chest is to keep less powerful demons and vampires away, knowing that his blood is is an extremely potent stimulate to vampires. He will remove it, only if he is commanded to, but will promptly put it back on when he is dismissed. He will also carry his sword EVERYWHERE with him, and is hardly without it. On his sword there are 3 claws from 3 different demon lords that had betrayed Lucifer. When he does turn into his angel form, the only difference is the huge white feather wings on his back.
Skills: He can heal quickly, and speak angelic and demonic. He can no longer preform holy-light magic, but he is very good at summoning monsters large and small. He is a very good fighter, when he chooses to fight.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 1:29 pm
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((First time I've been invited to a guild without asking to join it.
~Feels all kinds of special.~))
Name: Sir Draken Redfang.
Also known by: The eater of souls, Master of diablerie, And very few, mostly Cain, and Tzimisce know him by Morbid.
Name before embrace: Seth, sadly it was so long ago that he can only remember the first part of his name.
Race: Pure Vampire, chosen by Cain himself, and imbraced by Tzimisce
Powers:
Vicissitude:
Malleable Visage - Enables the vampire to change his appearance instantly.
Fleshcraft - This power enables the vampire to adjust and redistribute the flesh of the target.
Bonecraft - This power allows the vampire to alter the skeletal structure of the target, sometimes to the detriment of the target if need be. The vampire can also create offensive weapons with his own bones.
Horrid Form - This allows the vampire to transform into a hideous, frightening beast, pitch black skin with sharp rugged spikes all around his body. The vampire grows about 8-10 feet in this process, and becomes much more powerfull.
Blood Form - This horrific power enables the vampire to convert himself to a form of animated blood.
Acid Blood - This power is automatically on all the time. It turns the vampires blood into acid, therefor he cannot make ghouls, or embrace new people. If anyone/anything bites this vampire, he begins constantly puking, and taking acid damage.
Protean.
Eyes of the Beast - The vampire can see in complete darkness. His eyes turn a disturbing shade of red.
Feral Claws - The vampire grows tough, sharp claws capable of inflicting aggravated damage and digging into sheer rock faces.
Obtenebration
Shadow Play - Can extend and manipulate existing or create shadows almost from whole cloth. Shadows made with Images can, at the vampire's option, make noises (like the rustling of clothes, flapping of bat wings, etc.).
Shroud of Night - Inky cloud of darkness that obliterates sight and muffles sound.
Arms of the Abyss - The vampire can summon up to five black tentacles. These tentacles can come from any sufficiently dark and deep shadow and attack people within 2 - 4" of the vampire.
Obfuscate
Cloak of Shadows - An easy form of invisibility, the vampire breaks invisibility if he moves. Must not be seen while doing this
Unseen Presence - A more difficult but more useful form of invisibility. Vampire is able to move in this form, but still breaks it if he disturbs the enviroment. (Opening doors, kicking up dirt, attacking someone, ect.) Must not be seen while doing this.
Mask of a Thousand Faces - Psionic disguise ability. Vampire can take on the shape and features down to the last hair of anyone he has seen.
Vanish from the Mind's Eye - The ability to turn invisible in plain sight, which frightens ordinary mortals. Returns visible if the vampire disturbs the enviroment.
Cloak the Gathering - Enables the vampire to extend Obfuscate to others.
Will list the rest later.. My hands hurt now >.<;; Their not that important.
Personality: Draken is very very old, and demented. He normally seems a bit crazy, and durring a fight.. He is plain out disgusting. Even while not fighting, and just ganging out he seems to weird everyone out. No one really knows the real him, other then the few that were around while he was Created. Two of them are asleep for a very long time however. And the third and last one.. Well. Hes looking to kill her currently.
Background: Most of his life he has spent in hell. He is a full blooded vampire. However one of the reasons he gained some of the names he did.. Was through diablerie. He had eaten the souls of so many other super-natural creatures. That when he chooses to, he looks nothing close to being a vampire. He looks more like a sick and twisted combonation of nearly everything.
Appearance: Because of the way he is, his body changes daily. But there is ony thing that always stays the same about him. His attire. He always wears a "sars" mask, Long black rubber gloves, a rubber-like surgeon skirt.
(I can get a picture later.. Next time Im at a friends house.. All my stuff is over there ><)
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