Kvothe
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This is madness? Why yes. Yes it is. So glad you were paying attention.
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Post by Kvothe on Nov 28, 2010 0:12:13 GMT -5
Name: Blake Atkins Gender: Male Age: 45 Height: 6 ft Weight/body frame: 100 lbs Appearance: Extremely thin and lanky.
Eyes: Brown Hair: Transparent. Skin tone: Pale. Clothing: Black long sleeved shirt, blue jeans. Formal attire is a black suit with a red tie. Other characteristics: Skin is pale and drawn. Right arm is a series of wires, gears, and electrical equipment around a slick chrome shell.
Role: Tager
History: I was raised in a fairly normal home. My parents supported the creation of the NEG, we took advantage of the bounty offered by the D-Engine. They were happy years. That has been torn from me. Long gone are my happy days, what once was a normal life is now only war.
My family escaped from the First Arcanotech war unscathed. But in 2070, we were approached by what I later learned was the Eldritch Society. They told me I was needed, that I would serve a greater purpose.
I was indoctrinated. I learned of the Shadow War with the Children of Chaos. I learned of the ancient gods that the Chrysalis Corporation threatened to unleash. I learned of the Rite of Transfiguration and the monstrous Dhohanoid. I learned a lot of things in those years, most of it unpleasant.
I was forced through the Rite of Holy Union, and permanently bound to an eldritch monstrosity from beyond reality. The Rite also cost me my right arm which, after multiple attempts to replace it with a cloned limb, was replaced with an advanced cybernetic prosthetic. The arm means that, even without the creature bound to my soul, I can perform feats no sorcerer or normal human would be capable of unassisted. But against my opponents, that would not be enough.
Amusingly enough, it was the D-Engine that powered the prosthetic that now allows me to easily manifest the beast contained within.
In the war against the Children of Chaos, I have killed many. I have killed Dhohanoids, cult leaders, corporate executives. I have not questioned my orders. The deaths are necessary, and will always be necessary. I am one of the best, but one day I too will meet my better. And to them, I will be just one more necessary death. Such is my life. Such is this war.
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Azzie!
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"Excuse me sir, is this your sanity? You seem to have, heheh, lost it."
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Post by Azzie! on Nov 29, 2010 20:22:16 GMT -5
Name: Lex, or Legion Gender: Male Age: 25-35? Height: 6'0” Weight/body frame: Very thin, almost emaciated. Appearance:
Eyes: Pale blue-grey iris, almost perpetually unfocused and bloodshot. Hair: Shaggy black hair that hits at about eye level, longer in the back. Matted and unkempt. Skin tone: Pale, almost white. Clothing: A questionably stained khaki jumpsuit knotted by the arms around his waist, a very worn black shirt. Barefoot. Other characteristics: Has a perpetual sort of whirling under the surface of his skin, which kind of looks like blood, kind of looks like ghosts, and is probably a lot of both. His eyes are very luminous, often to the point of glowing with an inner light. His canine teeth are pointed, and his fingers shaped into claws. His blood is no longer red, but a viscous inky black. He also doesn't breath much, has no measurable body heat, and doesn't blink much either. Role: Failed experiment.
History: My name is Lex. Well, it is now. If I had a name, I no longer remember it. My number was 23. I was 23 out of 50 kept here at the beginning of this all. Pardon me if I don't make sense, but time passes very differently for me now. The beginning of archanotech development was what made me what I am, as scientists raced to harness the unfathomable power of the Eldritch plane, others sought to infiltrate and conquer it.
They soon learned that this was impossible. They went mad. The died instantly. Some of them were flung back through the portal, well... what remained of them at least.
I still don't know why I survived. Or how long I was there.
The Eldritch plane is an unforgiving place, a reality where the 'spiritual' and physical selves are very much the same. I was no more intelligent, no more skilled or gifted than any of the others, and yet I was left alone. I was given passage, and I learned very quickly to defend myself, to communicate, to flee, to avoid, and to live.
Are you familiar with Billy Pilgrim? The hero of Vonnegut's Slaughter-house five? Literature from an era long past? He became un-stuck in time.
When finally I returned to my home plane, I realized something very similar had happened to me. I had become unstuck from my own reality. I flickered between planes like a candle, glimpses of life and horror flashing between my eyes. Cthulu in his vast and horrific majesty, tentacles splayed like ink twisting into watery depths...
By the time I learned to control it, it was too late. Years had passed, too many. I forgot much, but I learned more, and here, in this new Earth, one that I had never seen before, one that I need to learn to navigate in, I find myself yearning for something human.
Something, that perhaps will be harder to find than it should be.
I am dead.
I am Legion.
I am Lex. Planeswalker. The only human denizen of the Eldritch planes.
And I want nothing more than to learn how to be a person again.
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Quouar
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All-singing, all-dancing, smiting god of chaos
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Post by Quouar on Dec 1, 2010 9:05:39 GMT -5
Name: Sunniva Gender: Female Age: Unknown (early 30s, most likely) Height: 6'2" Weight/body frame: 150lb Appearance:
Eyes: Gold, but not obviously so. It's only when you look closely that you realise that's not brown. Hair: Long and blonde. She likes to leave it loose. Skin tone: Pale, but a healthy kind of pale. Clothing: Generally pale coloured robey thing that's very loose-fitting and tied with a sash around the waist Other characteristics: Giant metal wings that vaguely resemble bat wings. These are fully functional and allow her to fly. Role: Kaiser
History: Also unknown
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Post by Not Not Eddie on Dec 1, 2010 18:45:02 GMT -5
Name: Ish Gender: Female Age: Forgotten Height: 4' 8" Weight/Body Frame: 90 lbs, average mass for her height Appearance-- Eyes: Milky white irises rimmed by a coal-black ring Hair: Dark red, boy short hair Skin Tone: Slightly tan Clothing: Black jean shorts, faded and fraying from wear, and a sleeveless navy threadbare shirt with several dark stains and tears. Other Characteristics: No shoes. Ever. She never seems to blink or smile. She can't stand still--she constantly shifts back and forth, from foot to foot, wriggling her toes non-stop and twitching her hands frequently. She breaths uncommonly fast, and constantly mutters to herself. One can hear what she says if they listen closely, but even then, the things she says don't make much sense. Every now and then, she laughs loudly for no apparent reason, then resumes her serious face abruptly. Like all other Dhohanoid, she can turn into a monster--in particular, she turns into a giant, earwig-like insect. In both forms, speed is a major asset to Ish.
Role: Ish is a Dhohanoid, and as such, a pawn of the Children of Chaos.
History: Maybe these flashes come from the window. Flashes that don't make sense, no sense, no. Images. Window, window, win--oh dear. Yes, oh dear. Someone forgot to close it, hahahahaha! What if creepy crawlies sneak...creeeeeeeep...what if....what if they....? Heeheeee. These creeping creepers, slinking into my bed...little legs, tickle tickle...crawling crawling. Go. Go--SHUT THE FUCKING WINDOW! Crunchy exoskeleton, rich! RICH with crunchy crunchy fun...fun crunchings...rich...I like to press on the exoskeleton and watch the liquid ooooooooze slowly...heheh. Tongues are for licking. HUFF, HUFF Eheh. Tongues...are for tasting. And no, I don't want to watch the little fuckers crawl up my arm and burrow burrow burrow BURROW BURROW BURROW THEIR FUCKING LE--heh. Burrow their legs into my skin, up and under, climb to the top and find the brain and bury their disgusting exoskeletons and their funny ideas and funny flashes and funny images in the slimy flesh. I don't want your ideas. I want blood. Oooooozing blood. Heheheheheeeee....
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Mirior
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In the end, the end is in. Fin de siecle.
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Post by Mirior on Dec 12, 2010 18:36:18 GMT -5
Name: Robert "Bobby" Stalino Gender: Male Age: 17 Height: 5'11" Weight/body frame: 150 lbs, medium build Appearance: Fairly typical
Eyes: Brown Skin tone: Caucasian, tanned Clothing: T-shirt and jeans, if weather allows.
Role: Pizza delivery.
History: My dad grew up hearing from his parents about this "pizza" thing that had been popular when they were kids. "I wish there were still pizza parlors around, like there used to be," they would say. So, when he decided to start up his brothel, an old-fashioned pizza parlor was the first front that popped into his head.
Funny thing, though - my grandparents weren't the only old folks who missed pizza parlors. A couple weeks after he opened up, he got a phone call from some old guy who thought Domenico's Pizza actually sold pizza, and he wanted to place an order. My dad never being one to turn down money, he took the order, looked up how pizza used to be made, cooked one up, and sent me out to deliver it.
A few days later, it happened again. Then again, the next week. I've even had to deliver two in the same day before. Meh - Dad gives me a share of the pizza money, and I've got nothing better to do.
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