The first season wasn't that bad, though it started off fairly rocky. The second one took the liberty of redefining EVERYTHING right after they finally got a decent explination for it all and threw in some concepts that they were better off without.

The third season needs to be isolated and destroyed with EXTREAME PREJUDICE!

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Six inches of cute brooding war hero.

i do agree wih you on that but i till find the pictures cool

 

Quoteth Bel: "thanx zephie for sticking up for me"

That seems to be my job around here, sticking up for Jimi and other little people when they're being picked on. :-/

thats cool, thanx again though

 

Heres my attempt at it, lets see what everyone thinks. Yes, I'm new.

Given Name: Selerik Delent

Race: Human

Age: Mid Twenties

Appearance: Rare, only on Triangle Island in second chapter. Must have Kuro-Chan in party to find!

Alignment: None Applies

Description: Six foot nothing, tall and skinny. Has a mop of black hair on his head to make a barber cringe in fear, and green hazel eyes. On his head is a wide-brim and well treated leather fedora, a matching leather jacket worn beneath it. He has on a clean shirt that is white from the middle of the chest up, dropping into a shade of black that blends with his slacks. Despite the obvious quality of the clothes, they're in a constant near-wrinkled state and are obviously put through a lot over the course of the day. His shoes are simply a pair of nice sneakers, a clue that the outfit might not have been entirely of his design. To sum his clothes up, his outfit is modern noir - incorporating shades of brown to the black and white of a bygone era.

Nifty Items/Equipment: Flask and Metal lighter, each with the initials J.S. Lucky Coin, and a pair of nice wrist holsters(empty).

Skills: "I picked up a little of that from this irish lady back when I was working for Johnson, which reminds me of a time..." - The classic Jack of All Trades, he is passable at a large variety of practical skills. He is extremely good when it comes to a few things, however. Mixing Drinks(With intent to consume), Acrobatics(With intent to evade), Surfing the internet for Porn(Hey, it a practical skill man! Besides, Comedic Value), and good old Brawling(Usually used while intoxicated).

Abilities: No overt abilities. Although, attempts to probe his mind have interesting side effects. He is what someone could call extremely lucky, but that luck comes in both good and bad. He has an annoying habit of calling things omens for no particular reason, its not clear if this is an actual ability.

Arch Enemy: Your Ad Here!

I notice the topic of this thread has.. Diverged, you might say. Should I keep this post here, or is there better places I could put it?

well are you a new member selerik

 

If my confusion doesn't speak for itself, yes, indeed I am.

 

Name: Akito (Black winged angel) Brad (Velvet winged Demon) Celina (White winged Angel) Adam (Looks like Human but not)

Age. 19 all

Personality came out and manifested into reality due to party potion accident.

Weapon: Akit0 None, Brad (Bio Armour), Celina (pasifist agaist volence), Adam (Key weapon Excali-bat, but randomly grabs stuff)

Weakness/es: Akit0 friends and family, Brad his pride, Celina (I don't know.... to caring?), Adam Women

Speacial Powers:Akit0 black wings can block anything. Brad Complete control of Darkness, can't get hurt by Magic and bio armour protects his body. Celina (Shes an angel what more can i say), Adam can't get hurt by guys, and Can pull anything to impress a girl ie. flowers or jewels. Looks like s the guy of their dream in front of guys only.

Appearance:Akit0 Black short hair with long black wings that touch the floor. Amber eyes and broze tan skin. large frame. not really muscle  but not really un fit. *Key thing* some what of a klutz.

                 Brad. Really strong, short black hair. Black velet wings no tail. at least 6'3. red eyes. Scars all over his back.

                  Celina: Blonde long hair angel, blue eyes, silken skin, gentle face.

                 Adam: (What ever looks cute to the girls) to guys, short brown hair, really fit. meduim frame,punk look.

then yes it should be put here, so hurry up and describe your character

 

Ok, here goes:

Raven (pirateship RPG)

Age: around 21

Appearance: Petite, about 5"2'. Her complexion is a medium ivory color and her hair is long, silky and black. She has violet eyes that are usually a dark midnight color but get brighter and brighter purple the angrier she gets. They turn cearulen blue when she is very upset or sad.

Clothing: Afull shin-length skirt of wine-red homespun, a cream-colored blouse that is a bit too big for her with wide flaring sleeves, gathered at the wrists. She wears a tightly laced bodice of worn brown leather over the entire ensemble and an apron. Her feet are bare and she has a two small and one large silver hoops in each ear.

Personality: Complex. She is something of the typical fiesty bar-maid stereotype, but she is neither bawdy, slutty, nor loud, nor does she ever try to seduce anyone. She just serves the drinks and tries to keep the fingers off her backside.

Weapons/Items: None

 

Dream Walker (Dreamscape RPG)

Age: unknown, looks like she is a teenager

Appearance: Irridescent blue eyes, pale pink hair and matching lionesque tail. She wears a long white tunic and has a very pale complexion, almost snow-white.

Personality: Mechanical. She has no personality or emotion except when speaking to the dreamer. She acts very much like an automoton even then, but there is more life to her voice.

 

Nawyn (Kitsune Tanz RPG)

Age: 18

Country of Origin: Germany

Breif physical description: 5" 2', hair is thick, glossy and chestnut colored, waist-length. Eyes are bright sky blue, but alter dependant on mood. Complexion is pale ivory. Wears what appears to be a headband sporting faux fox ears at all times.

Dance technique: Smooth, freeform. She dislikes choreography, in favor if instinct.

Breif biography: A free-floating spirit. Sent from home in Germany without explanation to study at  Fuchstanz Academy. No one has heard anything more about her past since she arrived with two small suitcases and a worn blue velvet coat and settled in. In the "gifted" program for three years. Occasionally seen reading thick books, which are quickly put away when another person enters the room.

Additional information: Fairly quiet, but talkative once drawn out of her shell. She has some social issues that keep her from making friends, but manages, every now and again, to latch onto someone.

 Weapons: none

I don't expect much of this to be understood; it's from the RP "The Rusted Angels with Broken Wings" over at xForums. (http://xforums.net. Tell 'em Krieg sent ya.) And yes, I can be very long-winded.

Name: Saint Father Abraham, Don of the Black Fish Corner

Branch/Division: Legion/Fury

Appearance/Human: Saint’s human form is that of a tall, athletic man of Caucasian descent. His face is almost static, not usually displaying emotion. His eyes are dark brown, almost black. His short hair, a darkish shade of red. His body is covered with what looks vaguely like a deep black version of Solid Snake’s jumpsuit, but is actually a suit of body armor. Though it’s nothing like what Spelltech or even Gearworks can cook up, this armor could save the Saint’s life sometime. The many pockets on this armor are used for storing ammunition, knives, grenades, and other goodies. Over this he wears a very unique trenchcoat. There are pockets on the inside that serve as shuffle boxes in which he stores his larger weapons. Though he looks somewhat young, he carries around with him an air that almost demands respect.

Appearance/Demon: In his true form, the Saint is an even taller, more imposing figure. His coat is gone. Two enormous black-feathered wings jut from his back. His armor is fused to his skin, turning it all a deep black. His eyes are like silver beacons shining from a stoic face. His hair is also silver, now flowing halfway down his back. All and all, he is the classic dark angel.

Extra Physical Talents: Functioning wings; John Woo’s Gift: The Saint is adept in hefting two large weapons at a time. Because of this, he usually wields dual assault rifles in combat.

Trick: Heroic Feat (Body): The Saint can power himself up for a short while to be able to perform amazing feats of agility. During this time he is stronger, faster, better than before. One can expect to see all sorts of flips, spins, and jumps.

Equipment:
2 FN-F2000 assault rifles with 40 mm grenade launchers, in coat shuffleboxes
2 MR Desert Eagle .50 calibers, in quick draw holsters
Lots of 40 mm HE grenades, in pockets on armor (BOOM = Good job)
One combat knife, in sheath on waist
Night vision and thermal goggles
Cell phone to contact “The Organization”
A pendant of a black fish in a corner. What could that mean?


History:
The Saint used to be a promising Fury, ascending through the ranks in the blink of an eye. He would defeat every Angel he encountered, he quickly rose to the top of every Demonic fight club, and some even say he defeated an Archangel alone. Of course, some say he defeated it without any weapons, so most dismiss it as an urban legend. He was entrusted with large amounts of elite forces for many operations. He was Hell’s poster boy, a symbol of the dream all young demons have when they join the Horde. “If Abraham can do it,” the eager-eyed scrubs would say, “I can!”

That was over seven thousand years ago.

One day, on a routine mission to Earth, all Hell broke loose. That is to say, all Heaven broke loose. He was in the front lines of the epic battle for dominion over earth, tearing through Angel after Angel after Angel. They say that he wasn’t even hit by a single fletchette. But there is only so much one Demon can do. The battle was lost; Earth belonged to the Host. Saint Father Abraham… was no more.

Yeah right. I’m a funny one, aren’t I?

The Saint survived. He always does. Always the survivor. His fellow Demons, his Brothers, comrades… friends had died in the battle. He had nothing left. When he was given the chance to be ‘dead,’ he took it in a heartbeat. He was to remain on Earth, hidden, working as a deep-cover intel op. To the Demon world, except for the head honchos, he would no longer exist. No ties, no connections, the bridges, as they say, burnt. Just how he wanted it.

For the next few thousand years, he watched human civilization rise. He traveled with the Jews to find the Promised Land. We watched as Jesus of Nazareth was crucified for preaching charity, humbleness, and good. He learned from Buddha about the Tenfold Path. He observed almost every major event in these fragile beings’ history, both attracted and repulsed by them. They were good at heart, he knew… but why did they insist on being so evil at times?

When not immersing himself in the human world, he was usually convening with Second Worlders. They were so diverse, even more so than humans. They reminded him of the things he liked about Home. However, every time he found somewhere to stay, wanderlust would set in, and he would leave to observe new things. Occasionally he would run into another deep-cover Demon. They were all the same, in some ways. Voluntary exiles, mostly old war heroes or legends, all with a bad case of wanderlust. They would greet each other, swap stories, and be on their way. This is the closest he let himself get to anyone.

Flash foreword several thousand years, to a bustling New York City.

The Saint decided to base his operations in the Big Apple for a short while, (Translation: Several decades. Almost 7000 years of wandering make 100 years seem like a pretty short while) seeing as there was an enormous Angelic prescience in the city. He formed an organization known as the Black Fish Corner. To the uninformed eye, (read: outsiders) it appeared to be an organized crime syndicate, or a Mafia family. As it grew, Saint bribed authorities, smuggled guns, ran speakeasies… did everything to maintain the appearance. But it was not as it seemed.

Under the surface, The Organization was more sophisticated than it seemed. It was, in essence, one giant intelligence organization. It was basically the ISE’s little brother, except with less power. There were Demons, Second Worlders, and humans, all working together to gather info for the Saint Father. This information was directly reported to Malek, (Or would it be Sammael?) and for a while, it was good.

Flash foreword several decades, to the end of Roadwork.

The Black Fish Corner was at its peak. No Angels even suspected its true purpose; all real crime syndicates knew to leave it alone. It was perfect. Abraham would not admit it, but he had allowed himself to grow close to the members of his organization. He had let himself grow especially close to a certain exile Intel by the name of Gael. Was it love? He’ll never reveal. But it was good. He had been receiving information about the mission Roadwork, and yearned to help. But he could not, as his cover would be blown. So he sat back and watched. Surprisingly enough, they succeeded. He noticed that they had help from the twin powers One and Two, and couldn’t help but be suspicious. There was something odd about those two… but no matter. The sensory installation was gone, the Organization had more leeway. It was good.

Or was it?

A few days later, a blink of an eye for the Saint, all Heaven broke loose again. He received rush reports of a veritable war zone at the Disney store. It was the Powers. The Twins and Ten were in an epic struggle, and in the process, would probably destroy New York City. This was definitely not good. He ordered a complete evacuation of the city, but knew it was futile. He planned to stay, go down with the ship, so to speak. He wouldn’t be the survivor again, his mind was made up.

But instinct won.

Despite himself, Abraham grabbed some equipment and ran like the wind to The Last Taco Stand. His human form had changed significantly, nobody should be able to recognize him, except for the one person who mattered. He rushed in the door the moment before it was removed. As soon as he got in, he collapsed and wept. He wept for a long, long time. For lost comrades, Brothers, friends… and a lover… he wept again. After he was finished, he rose to his feet with a disturbing lack of expression on his face. He greeted Big Momma Mary and strode into the main bar area. By now, it was all over. He ordered a very stiff drink and waited. When Unquiet left, he approached the one person who mattered. Taking a seat next to a little girl, he began to speak.

“It’s over. I don’t want this anymore. Let me go.” he said in what was close to a monotone voice.

After a brief discussion, it was determined that Abraham’s days as an intelligence operative were over. He was to take a while to gather himself, then he would be given a what he wanted.

He would kill the monsters that took his… family.

for f.uck sake, nothing complex-if you write loads i wont read it

 

What? It's not really that much... I could have gone on a lot longer. Don't have the attention span to figure out a dynamic character? Perhaps you prefer one with only one dimention- no past, no future, only the present?

yer that all do me