Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2010 21:49:28 GMT -5
The Troubled Warrior
Name: Dirk
Alias: None (Unless "The Warrior" counts?)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight (Never been asked this one before)
Race: Human
Powers: Berserk Rage, a weak spell named "Knilb", unusually strong and hardy.
Age: 20
Height: 7'4
Weight: Heavy
Job: Warrior?
Weapon: Claymore, a magic katana named Nekaya.
Accessories: An Ivory horn with silver bands.
Items: Eärendil's Light
Appearance: Dirk has shaggy blond hair with mischievous gray eyes. He usually wears a brown, home-spun tunic with white baggy pants and a pair of hard leather boots/ gloves for his extremities. In times of trouble he is known to wear a chain-mail vest and plated leggings over his clothing.
For his age, Dirk's body is littered with scars from previous battles. One particularly large scar runs from his upper left shoulder, to his right hip. He received this scar when battling a powerful Wizard Mage and his soul stealer named Nekdahs.
Personality: Dirk is a rather friendly individual when he isn't angered, he greets friends with open arms and his enemies with his sword, and every woman with a flirt. Always eager to test his skill, though he would rather do so in battle than during training.
He is quick to anger when provoked, and during battle Dirk is known to go into a berserk rage. A point in his anger when everything turns red and Dirk has trouble distinguishing friend from foe in his blind rage. At this point all pain is not registered until after he calms down which has contributed to the many scars among his body.
Appealing Characteristics:
1) Muscular
2) Loves to battle (to some people this would be appealing)
3) Confident
4) Brave
5) Protective
Appalling Characteristics:
1) Rude
2) Sometimes vulgar
3) Thick-headed
4) Stubborn
5) Loves to battle too much (for some this is appalling)
Likes:
1) Oak Trees
2) Skipping sword training
3) Drinking
4) Fighting
5) Women
Dislikes:
1) Sword training
2) People who disrespect/abuse Women
3) Mind effecting drugs
4) Mind Benders
5) People who call him "Barbarian"
Fears: Dirk is a man who fears little.
1) Physics
2) Mind Benders
3) Mind Readers
4) ((I'll get back to you on the rest))
Strengths:
1) Physically strong
2) Slow to wear down
3) Berserk Rage!
4) His mental barriers
5) The magic spell "Knilb"
Weaknesses
1) Mind Benders
2) Berserk Rage!
3) Magic usage
4) Mind effecting drugs
5) Holding his friends hostage
The Red Fury
Name: Trega
Alias: The Red Fury
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Dragon
Powers: Berserk Rage, Flame Breath, can telepathically communicate to anyone who lets her.
Age: 3
Height: 5’ on all fours, 8’ on hind legs. From snout to tail she is 15’ long. ((This may need to be reworked cause I don’t know the exact height of a horse X.X))
Weight: Very heavy
Job: N/A
Weapon: Her entire body is a weapon, Flame Breath
Accessories: N/A
Appearance: Trega looks every bit like a Red dragon should, except she never grew any larger than a horse. With ruby colored scales that glitter in the sunlight from her nose to the very tip of her tail. Small ivory colored spikes form a ring around her head like a crown while larger ones run down the length of her neck and tail. Her under-belly is a golden colored just like her silted eyes. Despite her small size, her girth is quite large making her a formidable opponent.
Personality: As her alias suggests, Trega is a very angry dragon almost all the time. Only when she speaks to friends does she ever appear calm or content. This is due to her to the fact that she has never grown any larger than a horse, and as such she developed a nasty habit of roaring at anything.
Though if one ever manages to calm her, they would find that she is quite wise for her young age. She is very tender hearted to Dirk and she cares for him as if he were her child, which happens to make for some hilarious scenes sometimes. Because of this protection, Trega has made it very difficult sometimes for Dirk to interact with Women as she finds every one suspicious of causing harm to her partner.
In battle is where she truly got her name “The Red Fury”, for she turns into a wild beast until her foes her either dead, or cowering before her begging for mercy. Sometimes her fury is known to leech into Dirk through their telepathic link causing him to go into his Berserk Rage, this usually happens when they are separated within the same area and she is attacked, or she gets frustrated with something/someone.
Appealing Characteristics:
1) Her ruby colored scales glittering in sunlight
2) Her graceful flying
3) Her dangerous but beautiful crimson flames
4) Her golden eyes
Appalling Characteristics:
1) Suspicious of everyone she meets.
2) Her temper
3) Her tendency to roar at anyone she doesn’t like
4) Her eating habits
5) Her size ((Dragons are known to be large beautiful creatures))
6) Rarely apologizes for things she says or does
Likes:
1) Meat
2) Hunting
3) Tearing her foes to shreds
4) Having people fear her
5) Adventuring with her partner Dirk
6) Seeing new things
Dislikes:
1) Being disrespected
2) Being judged for her size
3) Other dragons
4) Being separated from Dirk too long
5) When Dirk is sad
Fears:
1) Dirk being wounded
2) Dirk being killed
3) Large Dragons that dwarf her (which is every other dragon)
4) Of not finding another Dragon like her
5) Not having offspring
Strengths:
1) Her tough scales
2) Her flame
3) Her claws
4) her tail
5) Her fangs
6) Berserk Rage!
7) Her entire body
Weaknesses
1) Her fragile wings
2) Her softer underbelly
3) The very base of her skull
4) Berserk Rage!
5) Being separated from Dirk
History: During his adventure, Dirk and a friend stumbled across a wounded mother Dragon clutching the last of her unbroken eggs. In her dieing moments the dragon pleaded with Dirk and his friend to protect her only child and they agreed to. Though it was several months later that she would hatch during a fierce battle, the sudden appearance of a baby dragon gave Dirk the advantage he needed to over come his opponent. Not breaking his word to baby’s mother, Dirk cared for the dragon for weeks, until one day she spoke to him in his mind. Dirk hating any kind of mind-to-mind contact was fearful of her and nearly shunned her. Still, he had made a promise and he intended to keep his word, though now more wary of the dragon.
It wasn’t until Trega was about the size of a large dog, when a troll caught Dirk by surprise, that the bonds of trust began to form. Trega risked her life to save the stunned Dirk by latching onto the back of the Troll with her vice-like mouth, distracting it long enough for Dirk to deliver the killing blow. Though badly injured, Dirk feared that his life had ended as he slumped against a tree; unable to keep his promise no longer he told the young dragon to flee. Yet Trega had only been alive for less than a year and Dirk had been the only kind of family she knew, so she stayed with Dirk and protected him just like he had protected her since birth. During his recovery, Trega apologized to Dirk for entering his mind without permission, and Dirk forgave her after realizing it was the only way she could communicate, thus the gap had been bridged between Dragon and Man.
Over the course of the next year-and-a-half the link between the two became stronger as they became close companions, fighting, eating, and sleeping. Eventually the link between them became so strong that no matter where, or how far they were apart, they were never alone. Their reactions to things became similar, they both fought with the same ferocity as the other, Trega has even inherited Dirk’s taste for his favorite drink, Grog.
Mr. Sticky Hands
Name: Siris Nodime
Alias: The Green Menace, Mr. Sticky Hands, The Stealing Shadow, King of Thieves (self proclaimed),
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Unknown
Race: Human
Powers: Shadow Stalking; the ability to control his shadow as long as there is light, no light means no shadow.
Concealing Shadows; Using the power of his ring, Siris can draw himself into the darkness to hide from pursuers.
Age: 25 ((He doesn’t know exactly when he was born so he made up the date. 7th day of the 7th month))
Height: 5’11
Weight: Light
Job: Master Thief / Spy / Scout / Assassin
Weapon: A strange curved dagger, a belt of silver throwing knifes, a silenced pistol, anything he can lay his hands on.
Accessories: A black ring with an onyx stone, a special lens that allows the sight of an eagle.
Appearance: Siris has deep hazel eyes with straight, neck length snow-white hair hidden under his green bandanna. A forest green cloak, covering his black vest and navy blue pants hides entire body, a silenced pistol at his hip, and silver throwing daggers at his sides. Siris is a rather thin an lanky individual, his wiry frame has allowed him to slip out of several jail cells many times and squeeze into places a normal person could not.
Personality: When not on the job, Siris is a laid-back individual without a care in the world. Stealing from whom he thinks deserves to have a few coins taken off them, in which he would usually spend at shops with low sales to help them out. He is an ambitious fellow, always looking for a new challenge to test his abilities and he is not afraid to prove that he is the best thief around.
He is rarely angry, as being the worlds best thief requires a cool-head and a steady hand, and nothing a person can say would bother him, for he would just shrug it off or turn the insult around onto the person who said it. As a thief, fighting would not be his first instinct. Though as quick and dexterous as he is, Siris could make a few holes in his opponent if he wanted to. However, Siris has been known to bluff his way out of fights.
On the job, Siris becomes the perfect businessman. Selling his skills to the highest bidder he will take on any job, no matter how dirty or under handed. Though do not think he would turn on his employers for a higher payment, he is very professional about his work and will remain loyal to his employer until they no longer have need of his skills.
Appealing Characteristics:
1) Handsome
2) Smooth-talker
3) Quick thinker
4) Mysterious
5)
Appalling Characteristics:
1) He is a thief
2) always busy
3) He has murdered a few people ((shhh))
4) Sneaks around a lot
5) Never tells the entire truth about things
Likes:
1) Gold
2) Treasure
3) Fame
4) Sleeping in
5) Pulling pranks
6) Sneaking around
Dislikes:
1) Rich folk
2) Over-priced items
3) Gouging merchants
4) Working with someone else (Has no problem off the job though)
5) Face to face confrontations
6) Being cheated
7) Greedy Thieves
Fears:
1) Vampires ((Has no problem working for one))
2) Lycans / Werewolves ((Again he has no problem working for them))
3) Mages ((Again, no problem working for one)
4) Every person he has ever assassinated
5) His past coming back to haunt him
6) Not finding someone who understands him
Strengths:
1) His stealth
2) His brain
3) His wiry frame
4) His shadow powers
5) His speed
Weaknesses
1) His wiry frame
2) Shadow Stalking leaves him vulnerable
3) Face to Face confrontations
4) A sucker for a pretty face
History: Siris history while short lived, is quite the tale of an orphan growing on the streets stealing food to survive, to being one of the most ruthless assassins killing his targets with a slice of a knife.
For as long as he could remember, Siris was always an orphan living on the streets of a small city, with no memory of who his parents were or what happened to them. Like many orphan children before him, Siris had to steal to survive and steal he did. He was known amongst the other children as the Green Menace for his green bandanna, and mostly for being able to steal vast amounts of food for himself and other orphans while getting away with pranks to local shopkeepers. When he was 10 he got bored of petty shoplifting and went on to someone more dangerous such as pick pocketing on the streets. By 13 he had moved onto breaking into homes of rich folk who hoarded food and wealth. His first attempt failed as he stepped on a noisy floorboard and awoke the guard dog, earning him his first time in prison.
During his first night in prison, Siris discovered that he could squeeze through the iron bars and made his escape, fortunately for him; the jailers had all the things he had stolen from the house as evidence and then some. Figuring it was only fair, he pilfered the evidence locker of everything he could carry and escaped into the night. He’s spent many more times in jail, but never any longer than a day or two, he figures them to be nice places for vacations.
As he grew older he became more daring with his thefts, so daring that he caught the attention of a band of organized thieves, a guild if you will. Led by a woman named Serena the red-handed, after being caught red-handed stealing anything she could get her hands on, and never being caught once. This woman captured the imagination of Siris and he strived even harder to be the best thief he could. Fortunately the group shared his views of the rich and poor, a modern Robin Hood and her band of merry thieves. Siris quickly grew popularity and respect among the thieves and he flew through the ranks, gaining more and more dangerous thefts to quench his ego upon as he did. He also gained his name of Mr. Sticky Hands, for being the best pick pocket among group.
However the fun would not last long. Shortly after his 17th birthday, Serena the red-handed came across some information that a magical artifact was to be kept within the mansion of a powerful Lord, one who was rumored to have dark connections. No thief in the guild would take the job, and Siris saw this as a chance to impress Serena of his skill. The initial theft went off without a hitch; Siris snuck into the mansion using the underground cellar and made his way to the top floor. What he did not know was the artifact was just a ring, black with an onyx gem embedded in it, and that it had been a trap to catch Serena red-handed.
Instead however there was this ordinary thief in a ridiculous green bandanna, and the Lord wasted no time ordering for Siris’ death. But Siris would surprise him all as he ducked and waved through their swords and spears, however he took a wrong turn in his escape and ended upon a locked door. In his haste he broke his last lock-pick and panic gripped him solid. There was no escape, he couldn’t open the door without a key… he could hear one of the guards coming up the hallway behind him… a guard who probably has a key! Yet he was no fighter and he lacked a weapon, he never saw any need to carry a sword or a gun, or even a dagger for that matter. Using his amazing dexterity, he would shimmy up the narrow hallway where he sat and waited for the guard to come check the door. The guard, too focused on finding Siris further down the hallway, didn’t bother to look up at the ceiling as he passed under the thief. As the guard returned from making sure the door was locked, Siris dropped from the ceiling onto the guard’s back. Unluckily for Siris, the biggest and strongest guard had to pick to come this way and he only fell to his knees. When he stood back up he would run backwards into the wall to shake Siris off.
He knew that eventually the others would hear the commotion, and he was already holding on for dear life with his arms around the guards’ neck, all he had to do was hold on tighter and the guard would pass out. Stealing his key, Siris tore through the rest of the building until the distant echo of another guard reached his ears.
‘MURDER! THERE HAS BEEN MURDER!’
He froze, his throat tightened, instantly he could taste bile in his throat, he felt so sick he could have vomited then and there. He didn’t even move when a guard noticed him and ran towards him. At that moment he wanted to die, he had never killed anything before and he wanted to right what he had done, but it wouldn’t be at the hands of the guards. Choosing the nearest window Siris sent himself head first through it, plummeting to the roof of the first floor before rolling off into an ally way and landed with a thump in the shadow of a car. His arm was broken as well as a few ribs, he found it hard to breath, but at least the guards wouldn’t have their fun with him, he was likely to be dead before they found him.
As he lay there Siris noticed the ring he had stolen and grasped it with his unbroken arm. Closing his eyes, as he could no longer keep them open, Siris was drawn into the shadow of the car.
He awoke some time later to find himself in the sanctuary of the Crimson Blades, a group of assassins for hire. Who thought Siris would make a grand addition to their family. Skeptical at first, Siris was appalled by the idea of killing after what he had felt the night of the robbery. Siris also knew that the guild would not take him back after he had killed the guard, even if it was an accident. Or was it?
Eventually he agreed to become a member of the Crimson Blades and like his days at the guild, he quickly passed their tests of stealth, deception, and… murder.
((This was a very dark time for him and he would later leave shortly after his 23rd birthday after stirring up a hives nest. During his time there he obtained his strange dagger that has the power to sever the flow of any form of magic, the ability to control his shadow and use it to do some spying, luring, and his nickname The Stealing Shadow, for he was a thief of life who struck from inside the shadows.))
The Reckless Demon
Name: Maria Silva Jounchi ((Jo-une-chi)
Alias: Silva
Sex: Female
Sexuality: N/A
Race: Hybrid - Human/Demon
Powers/Abilities: Super speed, Superior reflexes, Superior eyesight, Transformation.
Demon Form Powers/Abilities: Extra strength, Weak regeneration.
Age: 29
Height: 5’10
Weight: 130lbs
Occupation: Escaped slave / Hunter
Weapon(s): Thin silver knives. Custom made high caliber handgun. Also known to wield very large melee weapons
Accessories: Silver shackles around her wrists from her time as a slave. A crystalline medallion, triangular shaped with one wide round edge, two short jagged ones. A tiny ruby is embedded in the center and on the back is the word “Love”. It looks as if it were once part of something larger.
Appearance: Maria is a fierce looking woman despite her lack of size, with half a scowl on her face and violet eyes that held the gaze of some crazed animal are the only identifiable markings of Maria’s Demon half. She has long silver hair that is usually tied back in some way. At most times, Maria wears a large red trench coat over a thick plaid shirt. Strapped to each thigh of her baggy jeans are pouches stuffed with thin silver knives and extra bullets. On her feet she wears heavy work boots. When Maria is playing the vulnerable and weakling human, she wears a white long-sleeved blouse with ruffled cuffs and a long plaid skirt, shaded with many tones of blue. On her back is a large, ugly and jagged scar, running from her left shoulder to her right hip, obtained long before her amnesia.
Demon form: As a half demon, Maria’s demon form is somewhat limited to a simple humanoid frame, she does not turn into some large hideous beast that can devour a fully transformed werewolf’s head in one bite, but it does have some benefits. First off, the transformation happens within a matter of seconds, Maria’s body is enveloped in a series of magic circles. Her skin turns jet black and her eyes become nothing but glowing red orbs. Small spikes ring around her forehead, while larger ones form on her shoulder, elbow, knees, with blade like fins on her forearms. Maria’s feet change into long three toed, bird like talons. Her strength increases two fold, which allows her to lift even larger objects, and she gains a slight regenerative power that can heal small to moderate wounds.
Personality: Straight up in your face, with a never say die attitude. Maria prefers to act first before thinking, not afraid to throw the first punch at the first sign of challenge. However she takes her work rather with a laid-back attitude, she’d rather spend her time looking through magazines and eating pizza. But when she budges, Maria is a boulder rolling down a mountain, barreling down everything in her path until satisfied the jobs done.
Maria does have a dark side though, wither it’s a mental manifestation of her demonic side or something much darker is unknown. She finds a strange trill from being easy prey, being chased through the dark alleys by slavers and perverts alike. Frightened like a little rabbit until they were completely sure they had caught this strange rare woman, only to find she is more than just a pretty face, right before the knife is plunged into their neck…
Deep down however, there is a flurry of confused and blurred memories, large blank strips of nothing, and flashes of faces she doesn’t recognize, places she’s never been to. Pieces of another life that Maria once lived, a life that now lay forgotten and shattered. Maria truly doesn’t know who she really is, or anything of her life beyond the age of 20. She is very conflicted, but Maria doesn’t allow this to effect her everyday actions, instead she keeps her personal feelings subdued, making her seem rather cold and joyless at times.
In a nutshell, Maria shoots first and asks questions if you’re still alive.
Appealing Characteristics: Attractive ((I did not want to put this, but I couldn’t think of anything else T_T ))
Tidy
She does actually have a soft side
Well spoken… when not being rude
Her courage
Appalling Characteristics: Very… very rude
Tends to play rock music very loudly
Tends to shoot people
Her lazy disposition
The unsightly large scar across her back
Likes: Pizza
Lazing about
A goodParty Scrap
Heavy, loud, rock Music
Annoying other people
Dislikes: People who hit on her (Be it man, woman, or thing)
The general public
Churches
Extreme Heights
Being used
Fears: Getting close to someone
Her forgotten past
The dark manifestation of her demon side
Other Demons
Angels
Strengths: Stronger than most human females
Courageous ((Or suicidal I’m not sure which it is))
Her speed
The demon form
Instincts are rarely wrong
Very durable
Weaknesses: Her amnesia
Like all other demons, she has a weakness to Holy Magic
Prone to have sever flashbacks of some traumatic event of her past
Demon form has a limit
Puts herself in danger willingly
History: Maria has suffered from amnesia since she was 20 and hasn't recovered her lost memories. The first thing she remembers is awakening in a slave warehouse, with a fat, disgusting man reeking of strong booze, trying to rip off the remainder of her clothes and rape her. The only part of her that remained undamaged by her head trauma was Maria's instincts. Instead of faltering around helpless, she struck back violently. Snapping the man’s leg at the knee with one powerful kick, leaving him wailing on the floor of her cell. Everything happened so fast that Maria barely remembers what happened. Somehow she made it outside and into the open night, escaping through the woods barefoot and half naked she wasn't going to last very long. It did not matter though as she came to a cliff with the slavers close behind her. Instincts told her to jump, but the dizzying drop and the pounding already in her head nearly caused Maria to black out. A slaver had sneaked in behind her and took her from surprise, a deadly mistake as it caused the two to tumble over the cliff. For the second time in her life, Maria had to transform into her demon shape for the first time, the experience a painful and sometimes frightening one at the best of times, she was lucky for Maria would not have survived the fall without.
She had escaped; the slavers would think her dead along with their friend. Maria was battered, bruised, and had no memory, but she was free, and something deep down inside told her it was a very good thing. Yet, all was not great, she had no memories of who she was or where she had been, where her home was, or wither or not she had a lover. She was alone and lost out in the wilderness. Half naked and starving, Maria began to wander. Quickly finding out that she could last a whole day on very little, she had no clue in where to go, or even who to go to for help. Maria followed her instincts, which seemed to work well so far. She wandered for days, collecting things here and there, all the while her brain was nothing but empty space. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't recall anything, even the medallion around her neck. She also thought of the other slaves in that warehouse, how they were being treated just the same, it made her blood boil, she vowed to find a way to free them all. If Maria could not remember her life before, then she would make a new one for herself. The slavers would grow to fear her, but what shall her name be, Maria thought as she twirled her hair around a finger. Then it came to her like turning on a lightbulb, her name shall be Silva, but that name sounded so familiar…
The rest of her life until the present day are rather uneventful, Maria would later realize that fighting came natural to her, having the ability and strength to wield almost any kind of weapon. She began a life as a Hunter, searching and destroying powerful and dangerous creatures. One day, as she looked into the mirror, like she did day after day since losing her memory, her entire name popped into her head Maria Silva Jounchi and Silva had been the name of her mother. Slowly, she regained fragments and pieces of her past, lost talents, favorite foods, the love for loud rock music. But she could never remember the important things of her past, family, brothers or sisters, or anything of who she was. The only clue to siblings she had was the third of a medallion, her instincts told her it was the only link too them, but she could not remember anything at all. The best thing she could do was to continue on and hope that one day, someone will recognize her.
Name: Dirk
Alias: None (Unless "The Warrior" counts?)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight (Never been asked this one before)
Race: Human
Powers: Berserk Rage, a weak spell named "Knilb", unusually strong and hardy.
Age: 20
Height: 7'4
Weight: Heavy
Job: Warrior?
Weapon: Claymore, a magic katana named Nekaya.
Accessories: An Ivory horn with silver bands.
Items: Eärendil's Light
Appearance: Dirk has shaggy blond hair with mischievous gray eyes. He usually wears a brown, home-spun tunic with white baggy pants and a pair of hard leather boots/ gloves for his extremities. In times of trouble he is known to wear a chain-mail vest and plated leggings over his clothing.
For his age, Dirk's body is littered with scars from previous battles. One particularly large scar runs from his upper left shoulder, to his right hip. He received this scar when battling a powerful Wizard Mage and his soul stealer named Nekdahs.
Personality: Dirk is a rather friendly individual when he isn't angered, he greets friends with open arms and his enemies with his sword, and every woman with a flirt. Always eager to test his skill, though he would rather do so in battle than during training.
He is quick to anger when provoked, and during battle Dirk is known to go into a berserk rage. A point in his anger when everything turns red and Dirk has trouble distinguishing friend from foe in his blind rage. At this point all pain is not registered until after he calms down which has contributed to the many scars among his body.
Appealing Characteristics:
1) Muscular
2) Loves to battle (to some people this would be appealing)
3) Confident
4) Brave
5) Protective
Appalling Characteristics:
1) Rude
2) Sometimes vulgar
3) Thick-headed
4) Stubborn
5) Loves to battle too much (for some this is appalling)
Likes:
1) Oak Trees
2) Skipping sword training
3) Drinking
4) Fighting
5) Women
Dislikes:
1) Sword training
2) People who disrespect/abuse Women
3) Mind effecting drugs
4) Mind Benders
5) People who call him "Barbarian"
Fears: Dirk is a man who fears little.
1) Physics
2) Mind Benders
3) Mind Readers
4) ((I'll get back to you on the rest))
Strengths:
1) Physically strong
2) Slow to wear down
3) Berserk Rage!
4) His mental barriers
5) The magic spell "Knilb"
Weaknesses
1) Mind Benders
2) Berserk Rage!
3) Magic usage
4) Mind effecting drugs
5) Holding his friends hostage
The Red Fury
Name: Trega
Alias: The Red Fury
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Dragon
Powers: Berserk Rage, Flame Breath, can telepathically communicate to anyone who lets her.
Age: 3
Height: 5’ on all fours, 8’ on hind legs. From snout to tail she is 15’ long. ((This may need to be reworked cause I don’t know the exact height of a horse X.X))
Weight: Very heavy
Job: N/A
Weapon: Her entire body is a weapon, Flame Breath
Accessories: N/A
Appearance: Trega looks every bit like a Red dragon should, except she never grew any larger than a horse. With ruby colored scales that glitter in the sunlight from her nose to the very tip of her tail. Small ivory colored spikes form a ring around her head like a crown while larger ones run down the length of her neck and tail. Her under-belly is a golden colored just like her silted eyes. Despite her small size, her girth is quite large making her a formidable opponent.
Personality: As her alias suggests, Trega is a very angry dragon almost all the time. Only when she speaks to friends does she ever appear calm or content. This is due to her to the fact that she has never grown any larger than a horse, and as such she developed a nasty habit of roaring at anything.
Though if one ever manages to calm her, they would find that she is quite wise for her young age. She is very tender hearted to Dirk and she cares for him as if he were her child, which happens to make for some hilarious scenes sometimes. Because of this protection, Trega has made it very difficult sometimes for Dirk to interact with Women as she finds every one suspicious of causing harm to her partner.
In battle is where she truly got her name “The Red Fury”, for she turns into a wild beast until her foes her either dead, or cowering before her begging for mercy. Sometimes her fury is known to leech into Dirk through their telepathic link causing him to go into his Berserk Rage, this usually happens when they are separated within the same area and she is attacked, or she gets frustrated with something/someone.
Appealing Characteristics:
1) Her ruby colored scales glittering in sunlight
2) Her graceful flying
3) Her dangerous but beautiful crimson flames
4) Her golden eyes
Appalling Characteristics:
1) Suspicious of everyone she meets.
2) Her temper
3) Her tendency to roar at anyone she doesn’t like
4) Her eating habits
5) Her size ((Dragons are known to be large beautiful creatures))
6) Rarely apologizes for things she says or does
Likes:
1) Meat
2) Hunting
3) Tearing her foes to shreds
4) Having people fear her
5) Adventuring with her partner Dirk
6) Seeing new things
Dislikes:
1) Being disrespected
2) Being judged for her size
3) Other dragons
4) Being separated from Dirk too long
5) When Dirk is sad
Fears:
1) Dirk being wounded
2) Dirk being killed
3) Large Dragons that dwarf her (which is every other dragon)
4) Of not finding another Dragon like her
5) Not having offspring
Strengths:
1) Her tough scales
2) Her flame
3) Her claws
4) her tail
5) Her fangs
6) Berserk Rage!
7) Her entire body
Weaknesses
1) Her fragile wings
2) Her softer underbelly
3) The very base of her skull
4) Berserk Rage!
5) Being separated from Dirk
History: During his adventure, Dirk and a friend stumbled across a wounded mother Dragon clutching the last of her unbroken eggs. In her dieing moments the dragon pleaded with Dirk and his friend to protect her only child and they agreed to. Though it was several months later that she would hatch during a fierce battle, the sudden appearance of a baby dragon gave Dirk the advantage he needed to over come his opponent. Not breaking his word to baby’s mother, Dirk cared for the dragon for weeks, until one day she spoke to him in his mind. Dirk hating any kind of mind-to-mind contact was fearful of her and nearly shunned her. Still, he had made a promise and he intended to keep his word, though now more wary of the dragon.
It wasn’t until Trega was about the size of a large dog, when a troll caught Dirk by surprise, that the bonds of trust began to form. Trega risked her life to save the stunned Dirk by latching onto the back of the Troll with her vice-like mouth, distracting it long enough for Dirk to deliver the killing blow. Though badly injured, Dirk feared that his life had ended as he slumped against a tree; unable to keep his promise no longer he told the young dragon to flee. Yet Trega had only been alive for less than a year and Dirk had been the only kind of family she knew, so she stayed with Dirk and protected him just like he had protected her since birth. During his recovery, Trega apologized to Dirk for entering his mind without permission, and Dirk forgave her after realizing it was the only way she could communicate, thus the gap had been bridged between Dragon and Man.
Over the course of the next year-and-a-half the link between the two became stronger as they became close companions, fighting, eating, and sleeping. Eventually the link between them became so strong that no matter where, or how far they were apart, they were never alone. Their reactions to things became similar, they both fought with the same ferocity as the other, Trega has even inherited Dirk’s taste for his favorite drink, Grog.
Mr. Sticky Hands
Name: Siris Nodime
Alias: The Green Menace, Mr. Sticky Hands, The Stealing Shadow, King of Thieves (self proclaimed),
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Unknown
Race: Human
Powers: Shadow Stalking; the ability to control his shadow as long as there is light, no light means no shadow.
Concealing Shadows; Using the power of his ring, Siris can draw himself into the darkness to hide from pursuers.
Age: 25 ((He doesn’t know exactly when he was born so he made up the date. 7th day of the 7th month))
Height: 5’11
Weight: Light
Job: Master Thief / Spy / Scout / Assassin
Weapon: A strange curved dagger, a belt of silver throwing knifes, a silenced pistol, anything he can lay his hands on.
Accessories: A black ring with an onyx stone, a special lens that allows the sight of an eagle.
Appearance: Siris has deep hazel eyes with straight, neck length snow-white hair hidden under his green bandanna. A forest green cloak, covering his black vest and navy blue pants hides entire body, a silenced pistol at his hip, and silver throwing daggers at his sides. Siris is a rather thin an lanky individual, his wiry frame has allowed him to slip out of several jail cells many times and squeeze into places a normal person could not.
Personality: When not on the job, Siris is a laid-back individual without a care in the world. Stealing from whom he thinks deserves to have a few coins taken off them, in which he would usually spend at shops with low sales to help them out. He is an ambitious fellow, always looking for a new challenge to test his abilities and he is not afraid to prove that he is the best thief around.
He is rarely angry, as being the worlds best thief requires a cool-head and a steady hand, and nothing a person can say would bother him, for he would just shrug it off or turn the insult around onto the person who said it. As a thief, fighting would not be his first instinct. Though as quick and dexterous as he is, Siris could make a few holes in his opponent if he wanted to. However, Siris has been known to bluff his way out of fights.
On the job, Siris becomes the perfect businessman. Selling his skills to the highest bidder he will take on any job, no matter how dirty or under handed. Though do not think he would turn on his employers for a higher payment, he is very professional about his work and will remain loyal to his employer until they no longer have need of his skills.
Appealing Characteristics:
1) Handsome
2) Smooth-talker
3) Quick thinker
4) Mysterious
5)
Appalling Characteristics:
1) He is a thief
2) always busy
3) He has murdered a few people ((shhh))
4) Sneaks around a lot
5) Never tells the entire truth about things
Likes:
1) Gold
2) Treasure
3) Fame
4) Sleeping in
5) Pulling pranks
6) Sneaking around
Dislikes:
1) Rich folk
2) Over-priced items
3) Gouging merchants
4) Working with someone else (Has no problem off the job though)
5) Face to face confrontations
6) Being cheated
7) Greedy Thieves
Fears:
1) Vampires ((Has no problem working for one))
2) Lycans / Werewolves ((Again he has no problem working for them))
3) Mages ((Again, no problem working for one)
4) Every person he has ever assassinated
5) His past coming back to haunt him
6) Not finding someone who understands him
Strengths:
1) His stealth
2) His brain
3) His wiry frame
4) His shadow powers
5) His speed
Weaknesses
1) His wiry frame
2) Shadow Stalking leaves him vulnerable
3) Face to Face confrontations
4) A sucker for a pretty face
History: Siris history while short lived, is quite the tale of an orphan growing on the streets stealing food to survive, to being one of the most ruthless assassins killing his targets with a slice of a knife.
For as long as he could remember, Siris was always an orphan living on the streets of a small city, with no memory of who his parents were or what happened to them. Like many orphan children before him, Siris had to steal to survive and steal he did. He was known amongst the other children as the Green Menace for his green bandanna, and mostly for being able to steal vast amounts of food for himself and other orphans while getting away with pranks to local shopkeepers. When he was 10 he got bored of petty shoplifting and went on to someone more dangerous such as pick pocketing on the streets. By 13 he had moved onto breaking into homes of rich folk who hoarded food and wealth. His first attempt failed as he stepped on a noisy floorboard and awoke the guard dog, earning him his first time in prison.
During his first night in prison, Siris discovered that he could squeeze through the iron bars and made his escape, fortunately for him; the jailers had all the things he had stolen from the house as evidence and then some. Figuring it was only fair, he pilfered the evidence locker of everything he could carry and escaped into the night. He’s spent many more times in jail, but never any longer than a day or two, he figures them to be nice places for vacations.
As he grew older he became more daring with his thefts, so daring that he caught the attention of a band of organized thieves, a guild if you will. Led by a woman named Serena the red-handed, after being caught red-handed stealing anything she could get her hands on, and never being caught once. This woman captured the imagination of Siris and he strived even harder to be the best thief he could. Fortunately the group shared his views of the rich and poor, a modern Robin Hood and her band of merry thieves. Siris quickly grew popularity and respect among the thieves and he flew through the ranks, gaining more and more dangerous thefts to quench his ego upon as he did. He also gained his name of Mr. Sticky Hands, for being the best pick pocket among group.
However the fun would not last long. Shortly after his 17th birthday, Serena the red-handed came across some information that a magical artifact was to be kept within the mansion of a powerful Lord, one who was rumored to have dark connections. No thief in the guild would take the job, and Siris saw this as a chance to impress Serena of his skill. The initial theft went off without a hitch; Siris snuck into the mansion using the underground cellar and made his way to the top floor. What he did not know was the artifact was just a ring, black with an onyx gem embedded in it, and that it had been a trap to catch Serena red-handed.
Instead however there was this ordinary thief in a ridiculous green bandanna, and the Lord wasted no time ordering for Siris’ death. But Siris would surprise him all as he ducked and waved through their swords and spears, however he took a wrong turn in his escape and ended upon a locked door. In his haste he broke his last lock-pick and panic gripped him solid. There was no escape, he couldn’t open the door without a key… he could hear one of the guards coming up the hallway behind him… a guard who probably has a key! Yet he was no fighter and he lacked a weapon, he never saw any need to carry a sword or a gun, or even a dagger for that matter. Using his amazing dexterity, he would shimmy up the narrow hallway where he sat and waited for the guard to come check the door. The guard, too focused on finding Siris further down the hallway, didn’t bother to look up at the ceiling as he passed under the thief. As the guard returned from making sure the door was locked, Siris dropped from the ceiling onto the guard’s back. Unluckily for Siris, the biggest and strongest guard had to pick to come this way and he only fell to his knees. When he stood back up he would run backwards into the wall to shake Siris off.
He knew that eventually the others would hear the commotion, and he was already holding on for dear life with his arms around the guards’ neck, all he had to do was hold on tighter and the guard would pass out. Stealing his key, Siris tore through the rest of the building until the distant echo of another guard reached his ears.
‘MURDER! THERE HAS BEEN MURDER!’
He froze, his throat tightened, instantly he could taste bile in his throat, he felt so sick he could have vomited then and there. He didn’t even move when a guard noticed him and ran towards him. At that moment he wanted to die, he had never killed anything before and he wanted to right what he had done, but it wouldn’t be at the hands of the guards. Choosing the nearest window Siris sent himself head first through it, plummeting to the roof of the first floor before rolling off into an ally way and landed with a thump in the shadow of a car. His arm was broken as well as a few ribs, he found it hard to breath, but at least the guards wouldn’t have their fun with him, he was likely to be dead before they found him.
As he lay there Siris noticed the ring he had stolen and grasped it with his unbroken arm. Closing his eyes, as he could no longer keep them open, Siris was drawn into the shadow of the car.
He awoke some time later to find himself in the sanctuary of the Crimson Blades, a group of assassins for hire. Who thought Siris would make a grand addition to their family. Skeptical at first, Siris was appalled by the idea of killing after what he had felt the night of the robbery. Siris also knew that the guild would not take him back after he had killed the guard, even if it was an accident. Or was it?
Eventually he agreed to become a member of the Crimson Blades and like his days at the guild, he quickly passed their tests of stealth, deception, and… murder.
((This was a very dark time for him and he would later leave shortly after his 23rd birthday after stirring up a hives nest. During his time there he obtained his strange dagger that has the power to sever the flow of any form of magic, the ability to control his shadow and use it to do some spying, luring, and his nickname The Stealing Shadow, for he was a thief of life who struck from inside the shadows.))
The Reckless Demon
Name: Maria Silva Jounchi ((Jo-une-chi)
Alias: Silva
Sex: Female
Sexuality: N/A
Race: Hybrid - Human/Demon
Powers/Abilities: Super speed, Superior reflexes, Superior eyesight, Transformation.
Demon Form Powers/Abilities: Extra strength, Weak regeneration.
Age: 29
Height: 5’10
Weight: 130lbs
Occupation: Escaped slave / Hunter
Weapon(s): Thin silver knives. Custom made high caliber handgun. Also known to wield very large melee weapons
Accessories: Silver shackles around her wrists from her time as a slave. A crystalline medallion, triangular shaped with one wide round edge, two short jagged ones. A tiny ruby is embedded in the center and on the back is the word “Love”. It looks as if it were once part of something larger.
Appearance: Maria is a fierce looking woman despite her lack of size, with half a scowl on her face and violet eyes that held the gaze of some crazed animal are the only identifiable markings of Maria’s Demon half. She has long silver hair that is usually tied back in some way. At most times, Maria wears a large red trench coat over a thick plaid shirt. Strapped to each thigh of her baggy jeans are pouches stuffed with thin silver knives and extra bullets. On her feet she wears heavy work boots. When Maria is playing the vulnerable and weakling human, she wears a white long-sleeved blouse with ruffled cuffs and a long plaid skirt, shaded with many tones of blue. On her back is a large, ugly and jagged scar, running from her left shoulder to her right hip, obtained long before her amnesia.
Demon form: As a half demon, Maria’s demon form is somewhat limited to a simple humanoid frame, she does not turn into some large hideous beast that can devour a fully transformed werewolf’s head in one bite, but it does have some benefits. First off, the transformation happens within a matter of seconds, Maria’s body is enveloped in a series of magic circles. Her skin turns jet black and her eyes become nothing but glowing red orbs. Small spikes ring around her forehead, while larger ones form on her shoulder, elbow, knees, with blade like fins on her forearms. Maria’s feet change into long three toed, bird like talons. Her strength increases two fold, which allows her to lift even larger objects, and she gains a slight regenerative power that can heal small to moderate wounds.
Personality: Straight up in your face, with a never say die attitude. Maria prefers to act first before thinking, not afraid to throw the first punch at the first sign of challenge. However she takes her work rather with a laid-back attitude, she’d rather spend her time looking through magazines and eating pizza. But when she budges, Maria is a boulder rolling down a mountain, barreling down everything in her path until satisfied the jobs done.
Maria does have a dark side though, wither it’s a mental manifestation of her demonic side or something much darker is unknown. She finds a strange trill from being easy prey, being chased through the dark alleys by slavers and perverts alike. Frightened like a little rabbit until they were completely sure they had caught this strange rare woman, only to find she is more than just a pretty face, right before the knife is plunged into their neck…
Deep down however, there is a flurry of confused and blurred memories, large blank strips of nothing, and flashes of faces she doesn’t recognize, places she’s never been to. Pieces of another life that Maria once lived, a life that now lay forgotten and shattered. Maria truly doesn’t know who she really is, or anything of her life beyond the age of 20. She is very conflicted, but Maria doesn’t allow this to effect her everyday actions, instead she keeps her personal feelings subdued, making her seem rather cold and joyless at times.
In a nutshell, Maria shoots first and asks questions if you’re still alive.
Appealing Characteristics: Attractive ((I did not want to put this, but I couldn’t think of anything else T_T ))
Tidy
She does actually have a soft side
Well spoken… when not being rude
Her courage
Appalling Characteristics: Very… very rude
Tends to play rock music very loudly
Tends to shoot people
Her lazy disposition
The unsightly large scar across her back
Likes: Pizza
Lazing about
A good
Heavy, loud, rock Music
Annoying other people
Dislikes: People who hit on her (Be it man, woman, or thing)
The general public
Churches
Extreme Heights
Being used
Fears: Getting close to someone
Her forgotten past
The dark manifestation of her demon side
Other Demons
Angels
Strengths: Stronger than most human females
Courageous ((Or suicidal I’m not sure which it is))
Her speed
The demon form
Instincts are rarely wrong
Very durable
Weaknesses: Her amnesia
Like all other demons, she has a weakness to Holy Magic
Prone to have sever flashbacks of some traumatic event of her past
Demon form has a limit
Puts herself in danger willingly
History: Maria has suffered from amnesia since she was 20 and hasn't recovered her lost memories. The first thing she remembers is awakening in a slave warehouse, with a fat, disgusting man reeking of strong booze, trying to rip off the remainder of her clothes and rape her. The only part of her that remained undamaged by her head trauma was Maria's instincts. Instead of faltering around helpless, she struck back violently. Snapping the man’s leg at the knee with one powerful kick, leaving him wailing on the floor of her cell. Everything happened so fast that Maria barely remembers what happened. Somehow she made it outside and into the open night, escaping through the woods barefoot and half naked she wasn't going to last very long. It did not matter though as she came to a cliff with the slavers close behind her. Instincts told her to jump, but the dizzying drop and the pounding already in her head nearly caused Maria to black out. A slaver had sneaked in behind her and took her from surprise, a deadly mistake as it caused the two to tumble over the cliff. For the second time in her life, Maria had to transform into her demon shape for the first time, the experience a painful and sometimes frightening one at the best of times, she was lucky for Maria would not have survived the fall without.
She had escaped; the slavers would think her dead along with their friend. Maria was battered, bruised, and had no memory, but she was free, and something deep down inside told her it was a very good thing. Yet, all was not great, she had no memories of who she was or where she had been, where her home was, or wither or not she had a lover. She was alone and lost out in the wilderness. Half naked and starving, Maria began to wander. Quickly finding out that she could last a whole day on very little, she had no clue in where to go, or even who to go to for help. Maria followed her instincts, which seemed to work well so far. She wandered for days, collecting things here and there, all the while her brain was nothing but empty space. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't recall anything, even the medallion around her neck. She also thought of the other slaves in that warehouse, how they were being treated just the same, it made her blood boil, she vowed to find a way to free them all. If Maria could not remember her life before, then she would make a new one for herself. The slavers would grow to fear her, but what shall her name be, Maria thought as she twirled her hair around a finger. Then it came to her like turning on a lightbulb, her name shall be Silva, but that name sounded so familiar…
The rest of her life until the present day are rather uneventful, Maria would later realize that fighting came natural to her, having the ability and strength to wield almost any kind of weapon. She began a life as a Hunter, searching and destroying powerful and dangerous creatures. One day, as she looked into the mirror, like she did day after day since losing her memory, her entire name popped into her head Maria Silva Jounchi and Silva had been the name of her mother. Slowly, she regained fragments and pieces of her past, lost talents, favorite foods, the love for loud rock music. But she could never remember the important things of her past, family, brothers or sisters, or anything of who she was. The only clue to siblings she had was the third of a medallion, her instincts told her it was the only link too them, but she could not remember anything at all. The best thing she could do was to continue on and hope that one day, someone will recognize her.