Outbreak..Inn

[Meiscool-2]

Name: Idyasiardis "Idya" Verena Hildegard (E-Dee-ah-see-ahr-dis "E-Dee-ah" Veh-reh-nah Hill-deh-guard)
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Prisoner
Personality: Reserved. Mannered. However changes have made her, a bit violent, and rebellious. Anything but childish.
Powers/skills: High jumping. Quick reflexes (specially with gear blades). Great sense of sight.
Weapons and Gear: Gear Blades, bronce knuckled gloves.
Strengths: She can put good arguments, and strategize rather quickly.
Weaknesses: Doesn't talk much, she has an advance form of asthma. Gets tired rather quickly. She gets ashamed of herself at times for events that happened in her life.
Pet Peeves: Doesn't like being poked fun of. People staring at her. People fighting in front of her, unless she's involved.
Introvert/extrovert: A little mix of both.
disapointments:Not being able to travel much on her own because of her pulmonary illness. Not being able to remember things important to her. Having her dreams shattered
Goals: To take vengeance on the faulty kingdom who's failed expirement effected her city the most and caused the most suffering.
And to find the truth behind her blade.
Biography:Undefined
Description:
- Hair: Fairly Long, light blond, with an odd white strand of hair.
- Eyes: Bright grass green.
- Skin: Slightly tanned because of the planet's condition
- Height: roughly 5'7"
- weight: 138lbs
- Clothing: Black thick heel leather boots. Black skirt. Black Zipper blouse-trenchcoat. Over all that a blue bulky trench
coat scientifically designed to repel heat from the sun
Alittle about your character: Her blade is mystery for her, since it was given to her on her mother's funeral, and had something to do with her family, and the government itself. Angered and saddened by events in her life, she hates the government and tried to overthrow it herself but miserably failed. After killing many guards she was sentenced to death and now awaits it in her cell.
Appearance or Pictures:


Background:

Born from a wealthy family, Idyasiardis had a good childhood. Even her parents were loving and kind and gave her attention, for the upper class family they were. As the oldest of four children, she always dreamed and wanted to take the responsibility of becoming a role model for her younger sisters and youngest brother.

She grew up accomplishing that dream and responsibility; through out her childhood she was top student in her school; she received many honors and fame for her brains and obedient attitude. Alas but she was also beautiful, dignant and pure. She was the jealousy of every female of her class and grades; with intelligence and beauty, she was loved by many and loathed by a few. Through her teenage hood she never knew what mutual love was, except the proud love she felt for her family and friends. Never did she want to fall in love, she was afraid to forsaken her family, so she would usually stay away from men at all costs.

As she grew older, her recognition amongst classmates grew. Though called "teacher's pet" a lot of times, she continued on being the "perfect" student. She became president of her school's council many times. She kept her dream of becoming a role model, not just for her family, but her whole school.

She wasn't ever swallowed by pride either; She kept her path straight dignant and honorable. Many wondered her dignity, how could such beautiful and intelligent AND dignant girl could exist. She was THE perfect role model.

At home, she would teach her siblings songs, new games and they were always delighted to have her around. She enjoyed that a lot. She would always rather expend time with her siblings than by herself. A caring sister and obedient daughter, someone of class, yet so simple and easy to get along with.

She graduated with a many more of honors than other students, all of her family was present and rejoiced when they saw her upon that stage, giving the ceremony's opening and ending speeches, and staying above all students.

She was now 19, and decided to stay home until she was 20 to go to a college, because she wanted to spend as much time with her family as possible. During this time her siblings were a bit older now, and all of them saw Idya as a role model, and followed her steps, though not as exactly, but she begun to be proud of them for doing and following the correct ways she had thought them. Idya's parents never stopped her from teaching them, because to them, she was too perfect and saw nothing wrong on teaching them the other children.

One day when she was engaging learning activities with her siblings, at their house, while their parents were away, a mysterious man came to their house. She noticed from the backyard, but her butler was always around the house, so he answered the door when it came down it. The man brought forth a telegram, but the butler was not allowed to read family ensued telegrams so his decision was to tell lady Idya about it.

She was given the telegram, and read it and on it letters were typed in red ink: "G E A R."

This baffled her, however she ignored it. And she continued her activities for that day.

That night, after she fell asleep, she didn't wake up till a year later on a hospital.

After doing so, she was confused as to why she was there, the first thing she noticed was her long hair, and a strange strand of white in it too.

She looked about, but no one was around. She cried for help, nurses came about, surprised, they got her onto bed again, and told her she had been in a coma for the past year. Without any other thoughts she asked about her family; the nurses looked at each other, then from the door the same man who had delivered the telegram that last day she was awake, passed by. She didn't remember him, but she knew he was familiar. After that a doctor came in…

She broke down in tears when she found out that there was an attack to her family's name, and that her two younger sisters had been abused and killed, and her brother hurt badly and that herself was physically abused and almost killed and the result of her was being put in coma.

Her parents were safe at home still, and apparently still suffering from what had happened. Her brother had lost all memory of who he was and everything about his family. He had been re-introduced to his parents, but like a child to a stranger, he didn't have enough confidence to rejoin them immediately.

Doctors told her that it was a miracle she was alive, that her will to live brought her on. Then they told her police claims said it was a break in of vandals who were trying to get rid of the Hildegard name.
That she had noticed and tried to fend them off but was knocked out badly.

What had happened, what she did, how they looked... she couldn't remember.

Time passed, and she begun to live a depressed life because of what had happened. She was the only one alive and conscious of what had happened. When she saw her brother not remembering her, she cried. She couldn't bare it. The only one who had seen their face and couldn’t remember a thing.

21; She had become a depressed and lonely adult. She lived with her parents still, but couldn't stand the shame she felt before them, cause of her. Her whole dreams shattered. Everyone knew what had happened to her and her family.

One day while looking through the kitchen for food, she came across another letter with the letters "G E A R" in the same red ink as before. She remembered the man, the telegram, that day, in that instant.

She went up to her father with shame but had to find out what it was about and to tell him what she remembered.

After doing so, to her surprise, he said that the man who had delivered that telegram, both times, was one of the king's operatives. She asked him what it meant, but all he could answer was that it had to do with the family's decendency. The father had married to the mother's family, so in effect the family's name came down from the line of ancestors from Idya's mother.

After asking her mother Idya found out that three generations before her, the family had engaged in various reunions with a group of rebels, a mafia of a sort. And that they called themselves "G E A R". She still had no idea what that had to do with the Superiorities, but she wasn't about to find out...

She lived the next 4 years in recovery, along with what was left of her family, teaching her brother things that she already had taught to him before. Though the boy was 8 years younger, the loss of vast memory had made him be, mentally, younger than that. And although she had begun to experience some lung problems due to some strange factor in the air, she continued to her activities as normal.

When she was 25, the planet began to die, to wither, and to become a wasteland. Her brother became ill, because of the tainted waters and spores that had traveled world wide. Her mother too, became Ill. Her father came up with the plan to move to the city where the effects were not so chaotic, for as where she lived, the aftermath was chaotic; thousands became ill hundreds died. Many wondered why the king did/hasn’t done nothing, and many wondered what had happened.


While they tempted to move Idya's mother passed away. At her funeral, few came. Idya felt sad and angry at the same time. At the burial, the same man from before brought a rusty old suitcase and a letter.
After the mother was buried, into the wasteland, the man approached Idya, and gave her the letter and rusty suitcase without saying a word. She tried to ask him who exactly was he, and what the king's operatives wanted with or from her family… but no answer came.

She opened the letter, and the following ensued:

"Dear Daughter,

I am sorry I had to hide this from you, but it was because of our lineage, our name, that your sisters were killed. And perhaps when you read this I might've been killed too, or just deceased. But the suitcase handed to you contains the family's honor and pride; the first and only weapon of its kind that was made and redefined through out the generations of the secret blacksmiths in our family.
Keep it hidden please. Don't let this be known by anyone, not your father, not your brother! Do not open that suitcase. Just safe keep it... The man that gave it to you knew the location of it, and where ever you store it, you will have to tell him where it stands. Please. Keep the lineage in order.

Your loving mother."

After reading it, she dropped the letter in shock. Her own name was the reason of the death and illness of her sisters, and brother.

She was enraged.

Her mother's will and it told her to lie to her father and brother and keep the apparent reason that killed her siblings.

She refused to.

That same day, at night, in her room she opened the case. Inside were two blades and a mechanical part that looked geared together.
A note, in a very old piece of paper was inside:

" Don't let this experiment get in the hands of G E A R. Let your blood handle the truth."

She didn't know what it meant, nor what to do. Nor she cared.

She picked up the two blades and putting one aside, she touched the sharp edge of the one still on hold with her finger, and instantly she was cut deep. Her blood ran quickly, she dropped the blade and the blood from her finger dripped on to the blade, when it did, there was a sudden electrical rustling on that blade on the floor, on the other blade on the suitcase and the mechanical part.

She treated her injury, and afterwards she picked up the blade carefully and decided to deal with it.

She drove at night away, far, to a common dump that became awfully horrific because of the planet's condition. She threw the suitcase, with blades inside, as far as possible and left right after.

The following day when she awoke, she noticed the on her bed, were ONLY the blades and the gear. She also noticed she had been cutting herself accidentally with it while on her sleep. But the cuts were now minor, smoother than before.

She was astonished, but she didn't care, and tried again that night, to find out the same thing the next day. And so she tried over and over for a week. She even tried using acid, but nothing seemed to work. Once she gave up, she decided to put the blades and gear together, to realize it made a Gear blade.

She decided to keep it always with her, under a bulky trench coat designed to keep away the heat from the sun, since the atmosphere of the planet had oddly increased the heat of it, like a magnifying glass.

As much as she hated carrying that weapon, she decided to keep as memory… a regrettable one.

Her brother died thanks to the planet's condition, even though he was kept in a "normal" room, his illness never got better.

Her rage against the king for not doing anything nor even mentioning it enraged her. She had now lost the last piece of what she was proud of. No longer could she control her anger against the government, to her name, to her self.

Days later the man that had delivered the telegrams, the letter and the suitcase came by again, with another telegram.

She answered herself, and enraged and acknowledged of who he was, she grabbed the telegram, and ripped it in pieces in front of him. The man growled in front of her, and instantly she began asking him questions; what the king wanted with her "family" or more like with her now; she was the only one now that carried the lineage, for her mother was an only child.

He said nothing, and taking a look again to the shredded telegram, he began to turn away.

She then took out her gear blade...

She yelled if that was what they wanted. The man's eyes widen; he then threatened her to let the weapon down or she would be shot down. She was surprised at this, but she refused. The man taking a gun out, loaded, but Idya with her quick reflexes, and with the Gear blade sliced the man's hand off. He screamed in pain, but then instantly she drove the blade into his chest... then letting her rage and sadness consume her, she tucked away the body to the same dump. And no longer being herself, decided to find out why “they” wanted the gear blade, and what exactly it is that will do for them, and what exactly it did or was.

She went away from her father, somewhere into other cities to study herself and to find out more about the gear blade.

A year later, now present she went to the king's city; she was arrested after killing 23 men guards, however she was only caught because of her pulmonary illness that she had gotten 3 years before, and that now, had slowed her down.

She was sentenced to die in 3 months on charges against the king and for killing men "senselessly".

The gear blade however could not be taken away from her, for it would insanely shock anyone who would touch it in means of taking it away. When machinery was used to take it away, far from her, the blade would just seemed to re-appear next to her. The solution they found however was to conceal the gear blade in a specialialized box outside her cell.

Now on prison, waiting for her death and still wondering truths and lies.

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(there haha, yes long, but deal with it. I left a lot stuff out too. But all that and stuff that just doesnt make sense will be implied on the RP.


Also excuse the countless typos)

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Secondary Character

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Name:Shurik Maksimillian Ignatova
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: High-rank soldier.
Personality: Very ignorant of others and very proud of himself. He's very dull but self-centered. He's bored most of the time, whining about needing action. Very impatient. However respectful to his majors.
Powers/skills: EXtremely agile, good handling guns with his left hand/arm.
Weapons and Gear: Bio-Longhandle Buster Gun. Specialized suit.
Strengths: Hard-attitude, rarely backs down, has a strong will to follow through.
Weaknesses: He's ONLY lefthanded. He rarely uses his right hand for anything (he mainly uses it to assist with his weapon). He has a hearing defiency on his right ear. lacks trust on people. Impatient.
Pet Peeves: Anyone who calls him a coward. Getting extremely dirty.
Introvert/extrovert: Extrovert
disapointments:Not being able to use his right arm as much as he would like to. Having to use a hearing aid.
Goals: Be part of the kingdom's army enough to reach top-class rank and carry out special orders not suited for weaker soldiers.
Description:
- Hair: Short, light blue.
- Eyes: Brown
- Skin: Pale
- Height: roughly 6'1"
- weight: 189lbs
- Clothing: Specialized battle field suit, with enhance capabilities to give the skin oxygen and keeping it cool from the sun's heat
A slick structure of it adds agility to him.
Alittle about your character: Since he was a little kid he dreamed of becoming an elite soldier for the king. His dream realized, he knows is among the hundreds of elite soldiers a top one. However his cocky and ignorant attitude has lower him in some ranks amongs other soldiers. But his perception on working for the king is as honorable as any other soldier.

But now with what has happened, he tends to wander in out of from central meeting halls, sometime trying to eavesdrop, though he fails at it because of his deficiency.
Appearance or Pictures:



Background:

An elite soldier; that was Shurik’s dream since he was but a small child. He grew up as a middle-class lone child, with both of his parents by his side, and when he needed them. His father a biologist and scientist, and his mother, no profession, However, Shurik’s father was not as loving as his mother and at times neglected both, to that effect, he always felt more profound for his mother, but even so, he respected both equally.

He was a normal kid with friends in school and in his neighborhood. But he always was a bit ill-mannered; he didn’t treat some kids respectively because he thought they were inferior to him. He grew up being the “bully” in school and in other places, such as playgrounds and parks.
His parents knew this, and many times did they argue about it, sometimes even in front of him. At times he didn’t care, but there were a few times when things would get out of control, and he would get depressed about it, and although he knew he was the problem he never made resolution to change himself.

In school, regardless of his attitude, did average and sometimes above average. Even though he had a witty attitude, he didn’t want to appear to be dumb or stupid, so he always strived for the better. He was right handed, ran pretty quickly, and though he caused trouble, he would be smart enough to get out of it. When he was 14 he had already engaged in some fist fights with other students and even random strangers. Though he would get beat up pretty badly he would most of the times stand up as the winner, but of the few times he lost, he would get enraged at his abilities. Though many times he would train his both of his arms to be strong, even as a young teenager, it looked like he didn’t improve physically, but mentally his mind was always taking note of all fights, and gaining experience for any future fight he could pick on.

One day, at the age of 14, he arrived at his house, his mother was but his father was present in the house’s basement, which he used as a laboratory. Shurik knew his father had been working on unusual stuff that would be dangerous, but he never cared; he liked danger. That day after seeing his father leave the basement and going to his room to rest, he decided to go into the basement in look for something that would enhance his physical abilities, and he search he could find nothing that would help him, or at least that he knew it would help him. He got a bit impatient and started to search on an angered fashion, moving stuff roughly and carelessly. As he looked he mixed flasks of different acids and other chemicals. As he was moving things about, he dropped a flask of ammonium permanganate (a moderate explosive chemical that when in contact with or high temperatures) along with a flask of some kind acid on his right. When they fell and broke and made contact, there was a small explosion, however enough to break some other flasks of explosive chemical and start a chain of small explosions in the basement. He tried dodging, but in a false moved he tripped and fell on his right arm and an explosion burst right about 1 foot from his arm and head, knocking him away further into a wall nearby.

Though the explosion were not big enough to starts a house fire no cause any damage to the house itself, Shurik was left unconscious and his right arm burned and broken and part of the right side of his head damaged.

He was hospitalized for 6 months because the chemical explosion had effected his broken arm, and he was left deaf from his right ear. Apparently the chemical explosion that stopped the natural healing of his arm, or had severely slowed it down. From that point on, he was to wear an extensive cast that would supply the healing. As for his new hearing deficiency, he was giving a hearing aid to assist him, however even with it, his right ear was 40% functional.

Knowing all of this he became an angry person, and had to learn to become left handed, but for him it was a difficult task. In school he went from the bully to the bullied; when he tried to write with his left hand, the writing will turn out extremely bad, so bad other students laughed. This made him angry and he could do nothing about, except get better, for if he tried to do something physically, his condition might’ve worsened.

Two years he endured with the cast, and through those two years he exercised his left arm, and improved with miraculously. He learned to do everything with his left hand, he even begun to bully some kids around again with it. However because he trained his left arm, and completely neglect his injured one, and didn’t the smallest effort to try to heal the other, his right arm was weaker than his left arm, and had forgotten most practice of it, and to this effect when the cast was taken off, he would has minimal cramps on his right arm when trying to do something with it.

For sometime, since he’s right arm slowed him down, and he had ‘mastered’ his left hand, he neglected his right arm, and kept exercising it, three or five times more than his right arm. When he was near 17, he got in his first fight since 3 years, and couldn’t be more excited. He used his right arm as a “decoy” in fight. He would throw right jabs, that felt weak, and would make the other student aware that that was all the strength he had in his jabs. But his left arm was kept golden, one forceful jab to the jaw, and it was over. He was proud; he didn’t need his both arms to succeed. He was victorious with same hand that he was made fun of. This was sweet revenge.

He continued like that even past his graduation, which was back tracked thanks to the events that happened to his body. After that, he became rebellious, toward his father, but still respected his mother profoundly. However, his attitude had change significantly, he’s ambition lead him to be part of gangs in the city, he was known as “Lefty”, though he despised the sound of it, he knew what it meant. The fear and intimidation his left arm made was enough to make a name out of himself in the streets. Though since he was little kid desired to work for the king as a soldier he thought he wouldn’t be able to get in anymore.

However one day, after he was part of a gang fight, and brought home by the police his father got extremely angry at him, and told him he was going to expelled from the house and sent to a military camp. He challenged his father by saying, if that was the best he could do and that it didn’t matter, that, that was what he always wanted anyway.

So he was sent to the strictest military camp, in it he was going to suffered more than he thought; he was 19, when he experience the most physically brutal time of his life, because of his right arm he had to do most things order with left arm, and although he was told to use both his arms (which he did), he’s left arm was always the strongest. When he began, due to his impairment of ear and right arm, he started as on of the ones that was always poked fun. They called him “lefty” too but with ridicule. This just made his ambition and will to go on bigger. So overall he was forced to use his right arm more than usual. And although he was getting better with, he only used for commands, he never thought of using for daily activities such as eating, cleaning, or bathing, or even writing. However, his right arm definitely had an increase of strength during this time; at time it was painful because of fractures still left on his arm, but he learned to use it as fuel to his will to pull through. After a year, he finished in the top 50 on every single category. He was certainly not the best, but for his impairments he was brilliant.

From then on, he didn’t want to return home; instead he made his own way to the King’s Military, and kept his training there. Still having to use of his left hand over his right hand during training for combat and other operations, he made it clear that he no problem only using one arm the most. He endure hardships, sometimes he couldn’t hear commands, or didn’t listen to them correctly which in effect he used it as an excused but in an ill-mannered way which it made him end up twice the work and being yelled by general and high rank officers. However when he was being yelled at he always smiled deviously, and that would just angered the generals more. As blatant as he was, at night he would write letters to his mother and send them. In them he would write the most caring and loving letters a son could write to his mother. As for his father, he didn’t mention him much anymore, but regardless he did always to give him regards. For four years he was in the army and vigorously trained to become part of the high-rank soldiers, and so he did. When the planet begun withering he was being transferred to his new units, where he was going to be part of special operations that other soldiers weren’t going be given.

After the king’s death, he heard rumors of the new king might lower soldier ranks. This angered him for he had worked too much for such atrocity to happen. So he begun at times to eavesdrop or try to, because he would fail because of his impairment. Though he’s usually around the main camp, he has his sneaky ways of getting close to conference center for generals and majors.

Now adays he’s unsure what will happen to his unit and to him and what will become of the planet, also waiting for a reply from his mother who hasn’t replied back from 2 months back since his last letter to her.

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Cool dudes, I just had to say it.

[Midnight9795]

*Stares at meiscool*

Anyways, sadly...and yet true I have been grounded..so I will start the rp and only be able to post like once or maybe twice a day, and weekends I wont be around *whines* I'll think of something..*posts short intro*

[Fang_of_blades]

hope it's not too late to join up >.>; anyways i'll give some info ^_^

Name: Mike Lunos (loon-us) a.k.a. Shadow

Age: 13
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Thief/mage
Description: medium length dusty brown hair, blue eyes, about 4'1", 95lbs. tattered and worn white tank top, black shorts, white sneakers,  and a straw hat.

Personality: playful, funloving, lonely, a little bit rebelious towards authority figures, and slightly shy.

Powers/Skills: pickpocketing, lock picking, ability to Manipulate shadows (makes shadows look like him and so forth)

Weapons and Gear: 2 small pieces of metal that he keeps in his pockets that he can use to pick locks

Strengths: is small and can be somewhat hard to catch, and his shadow abilities can be controled with his hands or his mind.

Weaknesses: the longer and more effective he wants his shadow ability to be the more energy it takes from him to use, he still hasn't mastered the ability and useing his mind to control the power can hurt him after a while as he is still a child.

Pet Peeves:anyone that calls him "boy" or speaks to him like they would a child, and most  authority figures as they tend to try to control people.

Introvert/extrovert: more introverted when he is around guys and more extroverted when around girls.

Alittle about your character: his father was a strong mage and died as the land changed before he was born which left his mother trying to raise him herself. when he turned 8 he discovered a magical talent that he could manipulate shadows around him and that each time he did it he could control them a tiny bit longer each time, when he showed his mother she was frightened to death and left him all alone. after this he took to the streets and useing his new talent learned how to make it and get by as best he can, however he would like to play games like some kids that he sees and yearns for friendship as most peoples first reaction to his ability is surprise or fear.


(if it's too late for me please let me know.)

[ZeroKirbyX]

I withdraw for now.

[Spike21]

Is it too late
o well

Name:Kret
Age:15
Gender:Male
Race:Kratenmo
Class:Wander
Personality:Quiet, calm, stays out of other peoples business, but angers easily and stubborn
Powers/Skills:Can turn into shadows and
Weapons and Gear: Long, thin sword
Strengths: Stands his grounds and does not change his mind easily
Weaknesses: Fear of other people mostly humans
Pet Peeves:People who talk alot and
Introvert/extrovert: introvert
Goals: Not die.
Description:
- Hair: Long Black
- Eyes: White
- Skin: Snow White
- Height: roughly 5'11"
- weight: 116lbs
- Clothing: Black leather padded pants and a simple black sleeveless tunic

[Big_Duke]

Name:Vector Hans
Age:22
Gender:male
Race:Half-Elf
Class:Rouge
Personality:Mannered, a baffoon at times, loveable, humorous(accidental), persuasive, nice
Powers/skills:Very, very agile and fast, can fence well
Weapons and gear: Rapier, Small knife, triple belt(looks like an X with a line through it)
strength:Fast and Agile, good at fencing and stealth
Weaknesses:Not very strong, weighs little
Pet Peeves:People who think little of others, racists, heavy sinners
Introvert/Extrovert:Extrovert
Goals:Not die, Be the best fencer
description:
-Appearance-see attachment
-clothing:Triple belt, brown sleeveless shirt with V shaped collar with black undershirt, brown pants
-Height:5'2"-5'3"
-weight:130 lb.-140lb
Alittle about your character: he was an illegimate child, he got his rapier at age 10, he practiced using the sword and a tree in the nearby park, he realized alot of trash around his backyard, and picked it up with his rapier, the rapier was small, like 5-7 inches long, he at age 13 was 4'7" very small to some people.

[Darkfox]

Not too sure if I should join or not. Hm... O_o

[Drace]

Where the hell is it going? Weren't we supposed to go on a mission?

[Midnight9795]

Er..yeah see what happened was since I was grounded and the pcs suck at school, ppl ended up doing their own thing..now they read and don't reply...so I might just rap the whole thing up and start it afterwards.

[Kijuki_Magazaki]

rap it!

[Darkfox]

NO! ANYTHING BUT RAP!

A problem with RPs is keeping it on track. <_<

[Midnight9795]

True dat...I'll get it done by tomorrow.

[ZeroKirbyX]

I'll try to come up with a good'ne soon.

[Weerd Thing]

Sounds cool, I can still join, right? Here's my character:

Name: Opherus Greed
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Trans Human (a human with metallic blood and transparent skin/muscles)
Class: Necromancer
Description: Enjoys wearing a dark hooded cloak with silver trim, has translucent long hair, and red eyes, because his iris is colorless.
Personality: Psychotic, enjoys others' suffering, elusive
Powers/Skills: Is adept in the art of raising the dead, and knows the dark arts as well.
Weapons and Gear: A single sharp gauntlet, marked with a skull, and a large scythe adorned by a skull
Strengths: Can easily manipulate others, is not susceptible to guilt or other human emotions
Weaknesses: His greed is often his downfall
Pet Peeves: Humans
Introvert/extrovert: Both
A little about your character: Opherus Greed is an accomplished necromancer that wanders the world in search of the answer to everything. He also wishes for the world to be rid of pathetic creatures "such as those filthy humans!", and to ultimately obtain all he wants by any means. He doesn't care much about the problems surrounding the country. and wishes the government destroyed by the most painful means necessary.

[Darkfox]

How are things now? O_o I'm just checking up on current statuseseseseseseses... ness. I haven't decided yet >_<