Post by wanderer on Aug 12, 2009 0:28:48 GMT -6
Character Name: Marc Raush
Nicknames: Hollow
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Gifted: Somewhat, more of a curse really
Power Level: Weak
Description: Marc, a young 6'4 foot tall, 140 lb, fair skinned human, one who many of his own race seem to distrust and leave alone. His hair is thick and a dirty blonde that sways lightly in the breeze. His eyes are a forest green that contrasts well against his skin, yet it makes him seem like an exotic curiosity most of the time or some sort of mutation. What he wears is normally a green wool trench coat with a buttoned down black shirt, some slacks or jeans and a pair of black boots. He tends to keep his weapons, the ones he can conceal, in his coat, otherwise he has them slung over a shoulder or on a belt equipped with a scabbard or holster.
Personality: Being one who is very careful about how he does things or who he believes, he holds life as something very dear and hates killing without need for it. He believes in what he reads in old era books about the past events of the world before this madness and even employs his manners no matter the situation, be it bowing lightly, shaking a hand, or even opening a door, he'll do it, no matter the being. Its just his belief that the way to win a battle is by not causing death but by showing respect and willingness to cooperate. He hopes that by being this way he can be an unofficial ambassador to creatures everywhere that humans aren't just vermin that should be crushed under their heels like cockroaches for they too now know how it feels to be the ones fighting heavily for their lives in the heat of battle. Unfortunately, he does find himself in quite a few fights, yet he doesn't know why(He was known as a renown Slayer of all sorts of creatures, namely Vampires and Werewolves and people still remember and even recognize him which is what tends to spur the distrust, thus the ignorance of his former self follows him into the future with the ignorance of he himself knowing of his true past or even name.)
History: Born James M. Armston, February 2nd, 1909, he was a man renown for the slaying of Vampires and were-kin during the period when people believed them to be nothing more than stories and myths. He belonged to a special section of the Vatican known as the Order of The Sun Tears, a group of current day paladins who swore to protect the world from Vampires and other creatures of the sort with their lives. He was married to Melissa Thaddex, a woman slightly younger than the Slayer and happy they were. However, as good and great as it all sounded, he was tasked with something different, a new assignment by the Order which ended up sending him off to germany during World War II to discover the reason for a large group of slayer disappearances there. They had heard reports of some groups of Nazis being vampires themselves and even the rumors that they in fact were working for a powerful vampire of the time named Armand Veddici. He scoured every bit of Germany, fighting on the side of the Allies, seeing their side as one of purity, searching through Nazi Documents and letters as they raided small towns. But finally he found it, everything he needed to finish his investigation and begin his purging. It was in this document stating the location of Armand that he was off to Moscow to end it all.
As he quietly infiltrated the premises, making his way to the main building, he killed off, quietly, as many men in his way as possible, finding them impure for aiding a vampire. However, once in the building, he looked on in horror at his former comrades, all of them, bowing before the enemy, the Vampire known as Armand. Quickly, he was attacked, his comrades changed, having the enhanced powers of a vampire. Yet, being clever, he brought with him a special weapon made for mass vampire slayings, a special sort of grenade code named purity 5. The Grenade was designed to explode, sending liquidized, blessed silver mixed in with holy water to every corner of a room to cleanse it of the vampire filth or so he was told. Using it however only seemed to slay the lesser vampires of those in the group, leaving Armand, Garret, Branard, and Piros left standing.
Armand sat there laughing, amused with the slayer's attempt to destroy him. He should of known such a powerful vampire required a pierced heart and decapitation to destroy. Angered at the slaying of his brothers, Garret assaulted James, throwing him to the wall and breaking his left arm, letting it hang limp and loose as James howled out in pain, causing Piros to yell out, "Enough! He should be given the same mercy as we before him. Come now, do you not agree Armand? Did we all not come with the same intent to slay you as he?" his word perking Armand's ears lightly as he sighed, Piros ruining his entertainment, yet Branard backed Piros in this choice, leaving the third party (Garret) out of choice making. So, Garret dropped James, letting him fall to his knees as Armand said next, "well, Piros, might you do the honors of giving our guest his choice in the matter?"
Piros blinked in confusion and fear for it was to be the first person he would change and Armand was well aware of this, a great Cheshire cat grin growing across his face as Piros approached James and took out a large nail and held it high in the air as he spoke, "you, James, have a choice...You may either join this dark new order or die here and now. This is our mercy, this is our gift, the gift of immortality, power..."
James, half blind from the thrashing, saw nothing but dark figures with light about them. He may of been on his last leg but he wasn't done yet as he quickly pulled a knife from his boot and stabbed Garret, who was at his side at the moment, in the chest, his heart actually. He next pulled out a small pistol from his coat pocket and shot Branard in the neck, he then bursting into flames from blessed silver round melted from a Vatican Cross that had pierced through him and then shattered into thousands of pieces, shooting through every inch of him, killing him indefinitely. Next came Piros shouting out, "No!" as James dodged his stab with the nail and forced Piros's arm into his chest, stabbing him in the heart, he falling over, looking up at James who took from kneeling to standing to his feet, Piros saying, "why? Why do you deny power?" James answering simply, "Love," as Piros soon screamed in agony as his flesh decayed and his skeleton began to corrode into ash.
"Now, for you Armand, you soulless bastard!" yelled James as he ran at Armand who, in a flash stood up, dodged the bullet from James's pistol and grasped James's right arm and him by the throat as he held him off the ground, whispering into his ear, "and now you die..." as Armand broke James's other arm and then his neck. Tossing him to the ground, he went over to the comm on the door and talked into it, ordering a group of soldiers be brought to his facility. Once they got there, he ordered them to lift James's corpse and take it to the research facilities in South America, he would meet them there later to continue on with experimentation on their new test subject. Even in death James would not find peace, but that is another story entirely, this is the story of the new and last remnant of James M. Armston, this is the story of Marc, the man who was once someone else, once a champion of a now fallen order and this story begins now...
Marc was "Born" into a new world, one created for the creatures of myth with humans being myth themselves. He was made to be the last surviving source of food for all vampires who were weakened by the effects of drinking animal's blood, however, he was not to be caged long for something with the cryo-tanks went wrong that day...something new and interesting the likes of which these half mad vampires had never seen before, their subject was alive and that meant only one thing...they would become the powerful creatures of the night once more, or so they thought. The Cryo-tank unfroze and drained out as this man fell to the floor of the tank, naked and coughing. After a fit of coughs, he stood up and looked about at these creatures with bloodshot eyes, all staring at him, it shot fear down his spine as he tried to think, tried to figure out who or what he was...where he was. As hard as he tried, he came up blank and eventually settled on it better to find a way out while there was still a chance. Lucky for him, suddenly the wall behind the tank was blasted down by tank-fire and in came the light, burning and even killing a good group of these vampires, the others cowering in the corner as a group of men came in letting off machine gun fire, shooting at these beasts as they fought with futility. Once the combat was over, one of the men looked over the buttons on the tank. He was a skinny man with glasses who looked around until finally pressed a single button, saying to Marc, "welcome, my friend, to the destruction of our world as we know it, welcome to the last stand against death. Will you join us?"
Marc simply nodded as he stepped out of the tank and into the light of day, stark naked. He was taken to a small sheltered base created by the small group of humans which they called Vull. They gave him clothing, food, and shelter. However, he looked different from the rest of the people of Vull, his skin much lighter than theirs and his features were also quite different. It was with that that the thin man took him as his understudy and taught him the ways of mechanics. Then, finally one day he felt too alone remain in Vull. The rest of the town did not give him their trust and so he felt it right to leave the safety of Vull and head out into the world on his own. Yet before he left, his one and only friend, the good scientist gave him a tool kit, a Sword and Knife and a Rifle, along with the necessary things to create more ammunition for his rifle. Then, with that, he was off into the world to find a purpose.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
The Good
-Capable of hand-to-hand combat
-Knows how to swim
-Knows how to drive most vehicles
-Capable of parkour(free running)
-Knows how to use power armor
-Instructed in how to use rifles
-Handy with a sword or knife
-Capable of Creating devices such as weaponry and armor
The Bad
-Has a special scent about him that is easily picked up by all manner of creature
-The fact that he's human is a weakness since he isn't as strong as other creatures
-Isn't trusted by other humans
-Slightly weaker in physical strength than other humans because of what he is
-Has frequent blackouts at random intervals due to having his neck broken so violently
Powers: Marc was the finished product of two Humans being spliced into one, the genetics needed to create the constant food source that many vampires so greatly wished for while still being capable of surviving the diseases of the world. So, in short, a human that was immune to disease was mixed together with the genetics of someone who generates their blood faster, following with Marc being the final product, perfect cattle as a vampire might say. Although some believe that he was the only one of his kind, James never saw Babel or Cirion present that fateful day in Moscow. Perhaps they too were prototypes for this bio-enhanced cattle program or perhaps they too had fallen to the darkness of Armand Vedicci and worked on the project, he simply a prototype left at the old base there in Pittsburgh whilst they studied on humans that were labeled missing from the concentration camps, instead being hand-picked by these two men and Armand to create this new special breed of human.
RP Sample: "It was cold that evening when I saw him again, that devil of a man who peered down upon me with the same fire in his eyes as he had so long ago. Although he had just killed all of my men, I only felt sorrow for him, knowing his pain. We all understood, from the kingdom of Istara to J'randor, we felt the very pain and loss that the God Slayer held within his heart and all we had for him was compassion. So we simple men were tasked by the kingdoms who preferred Sara Drierm Kaivus alive to slay him. Now one might ask how you slay a God Slayer and this was the same question I asked these wise kings who gave myself and my men a simple response, 'slay not the man but his heart and with it he shall fall,' we confused by the manner of word as we took the phrase quite literally; what fools we were! Their wisdom did not sink in...
I remember the days past when he was revered and praised for his greatness. Oh, how the children would say to their mothers and fathers, 'when I grow up, will I be like Drierm?' and oh how they would pat them on the head so gently and say to them with pride, 'yes, yes indeed my child and you too will keep us safe from all manner of creature and say unto us that we are blessed,' and they would go to tell about his great adventures to them as they slept. He didn't care for those things though, no, he only wished to keep the people happy and that he did until the dark gods came. They murdered his family in front of him, those bastards! They showed no sense of mercy and so he went to show them none in turn. There, at the forge of Darkness he created a blade that could end the life of any god that was slain by it; he called this blade Rathriel and coveted it as his single most greatest key to vengeance. But it is now that we see that he is drunk in his madness for revenge that he would kill those who helped him.
See, it was not our first meeting with the god slayer for we had seen one another before, even served together in the war. He was my commander after all. Such a bright flame he could decimate an army by himself. With us was his clan brother, Vieril Kaivus; one of the last remaining members of this war clan. We saw the battle there and with it, Vieril's fall. It was there that some say Drierm began to change...as if his rage had fully taken him and destroyed his ties with the people who would worship him but I knew better, I knew that was not yet, not until the mass genocide of his people did he finally break and fall into the depths of insanity. It is why I am here today to do battle with this great warrior, to calm his soul and give him peace," he said to the kings, continuing with his tale, "so I did as you asked, I battled his heart, not his blade and I won. I stirred his blood and gave him purpose once more and so now he travels to take revenge on these dark gods and put a stop to them, to end them once and for all for taking his kin and his home from him, yet he cannot do this alone, he needs your aid. Will you not join in his purge?" he stood, silent, looking over the kings, one nodding to agree and then saying, "we should fight these monsters!" yet to the rest, his words fell on deaf ears. Thael spoke for the rest, saying, "no, he must face this battle alone or he will never gain what he seeks, true vengeance. Give him my words and our blessings but we cannot put our own homelands in danger. He must do this alone!"
Then, with that, the lone man gave a bow and turned from the kings, making haste with this message. He would not let Drierm feel abandoned for he would accompany him to the ends of the earth if need be. If these kings will not aid Drierm then he would be there in their stead like the days past. Made his way through the city streets in silence, the clatter of his horse's hooves the only sound he heard aside from his chainmail as he went along the stone made path. The city was a grand group of white stoned towers and buildings and trade flourished here in Lynherst. It by far was the dominant city of the Legion, being the largest and greatest in military prowess. A shame they would not join with Drierm in this battle against the gods but this wanderer could understand why. They, after all, didn't want to have the same thing happen to their own people.
PB Name: ME (literally my initials, Marcello Emiliani)
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Nicknames: Hollow
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Gifted: Somewhat, more of a curse really
Power Level: Weak
Description: Marc, a young 6'4 foot tall, 140 lb, fair skinned human, one who many of his own race seem to distrust and leave alone. His hair is thick and a dirty blonde that sways lightly in the breeze. His eyes are a forest green that contrasts well against his skin, yet it makes him seem like an exotic curiosity most of the time or some sort of mutation. What he wears is normally a green wool trench coat with a buttoned down black shirt, some slacks or jeans and a pair of black boots. He tends to keep his weapons, the ones he can conceal, in his coat, otherwise he has them slung over a shoulder or on a belt equipped with a scabbard or holster.
Personality: Being one who is very careful about how he does things or who he believes, he holds life as something very dear and hates killing without need for it. He believes in what he reads in old era books about the past events of the world before this madness and even employs his manners no matter the situation, be it bowing lightly, shaking a hand, or even opening a door, he'll do it, no matter the being. Its just his belief that the way to win a battle is by not causing death but by showing respect and willingness to cooperate. He hopes that by being this way he can be an unofficial ambassador to creatures everywhere that humans aren't just vermin that should be crushed under their heels like cockroaches for they too now know how it feels to be the ones fighting heavily for their lives in the heat of battle. Unfortunately, he does find himself in quite a few fights, yet he doesn't know why(He was known as a renown Slayer of all sorts of creatures, namely Vampires and Werewolves and people still remember and even recognize him which is what tends to spur the distrust, thus the ignorance of his former self follows him into the future with the ignorance of he himself knowing of his true past or even name.)
History: Born James M. Armston, February 2nd, 1909, he was a man renown for the slaying of Vampires and were-kin during the period when people believed them to be nothing more than stories and myths. He belonged to a special section of the Vatican known as the Order of The Sun Tears, a group of current day paladins who swore to protect the world from Vampires and other creatures of the sort with their lives. He was married to Melissa Thaddex, a woman slightly younger than the Slayer and happy they were. However, as good and great as it all sounded, he was tasked with something different, a new assignment by the Order which ended up sending him off to germany during World War II to discover the reason for a large group of slayer disappearances there. They had heard reports of some groups of Nazis being vampires themselves and even the rumors that they in fact were working for a powerful vampire of the time named Armand Veddici. He scoured every bit of Germany, fighting on the side of the Allies, seeing their side as one of purity, searching through Nazi Documents and letters as they raided small towns. But finally he found it, everything he needed to finish his investigation and begin his purging. It was in this document stating the location of Armand that he was off to Moscow to end it all.
As he quietly infiltrated the premises, making his way to the main building, he killed off, quietly, as many men in his way as possible, finding them impure for aiding a vampire. However, once in the building, he looked on in horror at his former comrades, all of them, bowing before the enemy, the Vampire known as Armand. Quickly, he was attacked, his comrades changed, having the enhanced powers of a vampire. Yet, being clever, he brought with him a special weapon made for mass vampire slayings, a special sort of grenade code named purity 5. The Grenade was designed to explode, sending liquidized, blessed silver mixed in with holy water to every corner of a room to cleanse it of the vampire filth or so he was told. Using it however only seemed to slay the lesser vampires of those in the group, leaving Armand, Garret, Branard, and Piros left standing.
Armand sat there laughing, amused with the slayer's attempt to destroy him. He should of known such a powerful vampire required a pierced heart and decapitation to destroy. Angered at the slaying of his brothers, Garret assaulted James, throwing him to the wall and breaking his left arm, letting it hang limp and loose as James howled out in pain, causing Piros to yell out, "Enough! He should be given the same mercy as we before him. Come now, do you not agree Armand? Did we all not come with the same intent to slay you as he?" his word perking Armand's ears lightly as he sighed, Piros ruining his entertainment, yet Branard backed Piros in this choice, leaving the third party (Garret) out of choice making. So, Garret dropped James, letting him fall to his knees as Armand said next, "well, Piros, might you do the honors of giving our guest his choice in the matter?"
Piros blinked in confusion and fear for it was to be the first person he would change and Armand was well aware of this, a great Cheshire cat grin growing across his face as Piros approached James and took out a large nail and held it high in the air as he spoke, "you, James, have a choice...You may either join this dark new order or die here and now. This is our mercy, this is our gift, the gift of immortality, power..."
James, half blind from the thrashing, saw nothing but dark figures with light about them. He may of been on his last leg but he wasn't done yet as he quickly pulled a knife from his boot and stabbed Garret, who was at his side at the moment, in the chest, his heart actually. He next pulled out a small pistol from his coat pocket and shot Branard in the neck, he then bursting into flames from blessed silver round melted from a Vatican Cross that had pierced through him and then shattered into thousands of pieces, shooting through every inch of him, killing him indefinitely. Next came Piros shouting out, "No!" as James dodged his stab with the nail and forced Piros's arm into his chest, stabbing him in the heart, he falling over, looking up at James who took from kneeling to standing to his feet, Piros saying, "why? Why do you deny power?" James answering simply, "Love," as Piros soon screamed in agony as his flesh decayed and his skeleton began to corrode into ash.
"Now, for you Armand, you soulless bastard!" yelled James as he ran at Armand who, in a flash stood up, dodged the bullet from James's pistol and grasped James's right arm and him by the throat as he held him off the ground, whispering into his ear, "and now you die..." as Armand broke James's other arm and then his neck. Tossing him to the ground, he went over to the comm on the door and talked into it, ordering a group of soldiers be brought to his facility. Once they got there, he ordered them to lift James's corpse and take it to the research facilities in South America, he would meet them there later to continue on with experimentation on their new test subject. Even in death James would not find peace, but that is another story entirely, this is the story of the new and last remnant of James M. Armston, this is the story of Marc, the man who was once someone else, once a champion of a now fallen order and this story begins now...
Marc was "Born" into a new world, one created for the creatures of myth with humans being myth themselves. He was made to be the last surviving source of food for all vampires who were weakened by the effects of drinking animal's blood, however, he was not to be caged long for something with the cryo-tanks went wrong that day...something new and interesting the likes of which these half mad vampires had never seen before, their subject was alive and that meant only one thing...they would become the powerful creatures of the night once more, or so they thought. The Cryo-tank unfroze and drained out as this man fell to the floor of the tank, naked and coughing. After a fit of coughs, he stood up and looked about at these creatures with bloodshot eyes, all staring at him, it shot fear down his spine as he tried to think, tried to figure out who or what he was...where he was. As hard as he tried, he came up blank and eventually settled on it better to find a way out while there was still a chance. Lucky for him, suddenly the wall behind the tank was blasted down by tank-fire and in came the light, burning and even killing a good group of these vampires, the others cowering in the corner as a group of men came in letting off machine gun fire, shooting at these beasts as they fought with futility. Once the combat was over, one of the men looked over the buttons on the tank. He was a skinny man with glasses who looked around until finally pressed a single button, saying to Marc, "welcome, my friend, to the destruction of our world as we know it, welcome to the last stand against death. Will you join us?"
Marc simply nodded as he stepped out of the tank and into the light of day, stark naked. He was taken to a small sheltered base created by the small group of humans which they called Vull. They gave him clothing, food, and shelter. However, he looked different from the rest of the people of Vull, his skin much lighter than theirs and his features were also quite different. It was with that that the thin man took him as his understudy and taught him the ways of mechanics. Then, finally one day he felt too alone remain in Vull. The rest of the town did not give him their trust and so he felt it right to leave the safety of Vull and head out into the world on his own. Yet before he left, his one and only friend, the good scientist gave him a tool kit, a Sword and Knife and a Rifle, along with the necessary things to create more ammunition for his rifle. Then, with that, he was off into the world to find a purpose.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
The Good
-Capable of hand-to-hand combat
-Knows how to swim
-Knows how to drive most vehicles
-Capable of parkour(free running)
-Knows how to use power armor
-Instructed in how to use rifles
-Handy with a sword or knife
-Capable of Creating devices such as weaponry and armor
The Bad
-Has a special scent about him that is easily picked up by all manner of creature
-The fact that he's human is a weakness since he isn't as strong as other creatures
-Isn't trusted by other humans
-Slightly weaker in physical strength than other humans because of what he is
-Has frequent blackouts at random intervals due to having his neck broken so violently
Powers: Marc was the finished product of two Humans being spliced into one, the genetics needed to create the constant food source that many vampires so greatly wished for while still being capable of surviving the diseases of the world. So, in short, a human that was immune to disease was mixed together with the genetics of someone who generates their blood faster, following with Marc being the final product, perfect cattle as a vampire might say. Although some believe that he was the only one of his kind, James never saw Babel or Cirion present that fateful day in Moscow. Perhaps they too were prototypes for this bio-enhanced cattle program or perhaps they too had fallen to the darkness of Armand Vedicci and worked on the project, he simply a prototype left at the old base there in Pittsburgh whilst they studied on humans that were labeled missing from the concentration camps, instead being hand-picked by these two men and Armand to create this new special breed of human.
RP Sample: "It was cold that evening when I saw him again, that devil of a man who peered down upon me with the same fire in his eyes as he had so long ago. Although he had just killed all of my men, I only felt sorrow for him, knowing his pain. We all understood, from the kingdom of Istara to J'randor, we felt the very pain and loss that the God Slayer held within his heart and all we had for him was compassion. So we simple men were tasked by the kingdoms who preferred Sara Drierm Kaivus alive to slay him. Now one might ask how you slay a God Slayer and this was the same question I asked these wise kings who gave myself and my men a simple response, 'slay not the man but his heart and with it he shall fall,' we confused by the manner of word as we took the phrase quite literally; what fools we were! Their wisdom did not sink in...
I remember the days past when he was revered and praised for his greatness. Oh, how the children would say to their mothers and fathers, 'when I grow up, will I be like Drierm?' and oh how they would pat them on the head so gently and say to them with pride, 'yes, yes indeed my child and you too will keep us safe from all manner of creature and say unto us that we are blessed,' and they would go to tell about his great adventures to them as they slept. He didn't care for those things though, no, he only wished to keep the people happy and that he did until the dark gods came. They murdered his family in front of him, those bastards! They showed no sense of mercy and so he went to show them none in turn. There, at the forge of Darkness he created a blade that could end the life of any god that was slain by it; he called this blade Rathriel and coveted it as his single most greatest key to vengeance. But it is now that we see that he is drunk in his madness for revenge that he would kill those who helped him.
See, it was not our first meeting with the god slayer for we had seen one another before, even served together in the war. He was my commander after all. Such a bright flame he could decimate an army by himself. With us was his clan brother, Vieril Kaivus; one of the last remaining members of this war clan. We saw the battle there and with it, Vieril's fall. It was there that some say Drierm began to change...as if his rage had fully taken him and destroyed his ties with the people who would worship him but I knew better, I knew that was not yet, not until the mass genocide of his people did he finally break and fall into the depths of insanity. It is why I am here today to do battle with this great warrior, to calm his soul and give him peace," he said to the kings, continuing with his tale, "so I did as you asked, I battled his heart, not his blade and I won. I stirred his blood and gave him purpose once more and so now he travels to take revenge on these dark gods and put a stop to them, to end them once and for all for taking his kin and his home from him, yet he cannot do this alone, he needs your aid. Will you not join in his purge?" he stood, silent, looking over the kings, one nodding to agree and then saying, "we should fight these monsters!" yet to the rest, his words fell on deaf ears. Thael spoke for the rest, saying, "no, he must face this battle alone or he will never gain what he seeks, true vengeance. Give him my words and our blessings but we cannot put our own homelands in danger. He must do this alone!"
Then, with that, the lone man gave a bow and turned from the kings, making haste with this message. He would not let Drierm feel abandoned for he would accompany him to the ends of the earth if need be. If these kings will not aid Drierm then he would be there in their stead like the days past. Made his way through the city streets in silence, the clatter of his horse's hooves the only sound he heard aside from his chainmail as he went along the stone made path. The city was a grand group of white stoned towers and buildings and trade flourished here in Lynherst. It by far was the dominant city of the Legion, being the largest and greatest in military prowess. A shame they would not join with Drierm in this battle against the gods but this wanderer could understand why. They, after all, didn't want to have the same thing happen to their own people.
PB Name: ME (literally my initials, Marcello Emiliani)
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