Prey: A Character Driven RP [FINISHED]

[Sparrow]

"Among the masses of people walking the street everyday, there appear only normal people with the slight excentric here and there. The truth is that there are special people everywhere. Magicians, deities, faeries, shapeshifters, 'mutants' and whatever you can name. Even a few that you can't. Normally they garner nothing but an odd look as they go about their daily buisness. But these days something is hunting them, often paired with dangerous endings. The community is scared, more so than usual. And paranoia leads to fear."

Well I'm just saying, as long as Samuel can find some way for your character to be hunted for what ever reason then I guess Alex will fit in fine.

I doubt it's much of an issue. It's not like he has the writing ability of a five year old or something, he'll be able to get something out of that easily. More so, infact.

 

[Sporky111]

Spoiler: My sheet

Name: Takeda Izumi

Species: Kitsune

True age: 110

Appearance: In his fox form he appears to be just like any fox: orange fur, white belly, tall ears, and black paws. However, what makes it obvious he is no ordinary fox is the fact that he has two tails. There is also an ethereal white ball that follows him closely everywhere he goes.

As a kitsune, he has a natural skill of illusion and can appear as any natural object. However, he is still very young and inexperienced. When disguised as a human, he appears as a young boy around the age of ten. He has yet to perfect this disguise, and he still has fox-ears and a tail at all times. He tends to wear a toque or hoodie to cover the ears, and baggy pants to tuck the tail into. But when startled, or otherwise not paying attention, they may spontaneously appear regardless of what he's wearing. He also wears a backpack, which contains the same white ball that is visible in his fox form.

Short mythology: (I plan to stick to actual kitsune myth fairly closely, so I'm going to put up some key points here) Kitsune are fox-spirits. The number of tails they have typically indicates their age. After their first hundred years, they are given the ability to take the form of a human and a second tail. Every century after that, they are given another. Kitsune are sometimes known for their mischievous behaviour and tricks of the mind, and they are able to create illusions that both they and people they contact believe are real. But someone with strong faith or magical prowess can break the illusion, which will usually be a traumatic event for the kitsune as they're having their perception of the world broken. They are also known to have some control over the element of their home, but it varies between individuals.

The ball that accompanies a kitsune is something of great value to them, and they treasure it dearly. If someone is able to take the ball from a kitsune, they will be able to get a promised favor from them in exchange for having the ball returned. Kitsune always keep a promise.

Bio: Takeda was born in Japan to a farmer and his wife. Takeda's mother was a kitsune in disguise, and he took after her (there are no half-human kitsune. The offspring of a human and kitsune will either be full-human or full-kitune). With her identity compromised by his birth, she fled and took him with. She raised him for a short while, but they separated after a couple years.

Takeda chose to return to his father's home and watch over the family secretly. His presense brought good fortune to the family for many years, but he never showed himself to them.

Many years later, his father's grandson; Takeda's great nephew; was called to into war. The family prayed for him to be protected, and Takeda answered. He accompanied his relative for many years, until the day of the most pivotal the nation had yet faced. He chose to volunteer for a Kamikaze mission. While Takeda tried his best to discourage the action, even resorting to revealing himself to the man, he would not be swayed in his quest to bring honor to the family.

The battle was at Pearl Harbor, and the fox spirit made sure the plane met it's target. Although, after the event he was left without a person to follow, and without a way to find his way home. For the rest of first century he wandered about North America, sometimes following people to cause mischief and sometimes simply living as a normal fox would. But as he came of age, he found the gift of a new life.

Along with his second tail, he gained the ability to change form and create some illusions. And while it took a while to gain reliable control of his kitsu magic, he soon found a form to settle upon: a young boy. The form suited him perfectly; he's young and playful, mischievous, and still manages an astounding amount of naivety. He's lived the last several years off of peoples' deep pockets, either tricking them into giving things to him, or stealing them outright. He still loves to play tricks, especially on people he deems deserving of it: people who are too proud of themselves or too greedy.

Takeda is a very carefree spirit. He enjoys simple pleasures, and doesn't dwell too long on the past. He is shy around new people, but is also quick to trust them. One of the more obvious traits of a kitsune, to those looking for it, is his deathly fear of all dogs. He has also gotten a grasp of controlling elemental fire. But so far his best utilization of the power is the will-o-wisp: small fireballs that can be used for light, or can be used as a weapon to cause burns or blind an enemy.

Now that it's unsafe for non-humans to be around, he's forced to work much harder at disguising himself. While he might have gotten away with being "a cute kid with a fox costume" it's simply too risky now.

 

[Darth Caelum]

Spoiler: Anthology

Name: Anthology

Age: Unknown

Appearance: It's true form is a man, but it's entire body seemed to be completely black and featureless. However, very few people, only those with psychic abilities, could see it. Anyone else would see an anomaly wherever he looked, it would resemble a heat wave but anyone in the area around it would feel extremely cold.

Abilities: Reality Bender. (Specific of the Power is a bit of a plot point in how I'm planning Anthology. SamuelT, if you want to know it's specifics, just PM me. But rest assured, I know better than to abuse Anthology's power.)

Origin: Anthology was never a real 'being' per se. He was not created by the Gods as part of their domain, nor is he a God himself. He was not an experiment by man, or elf, or whatever other creature that the Gods spawned. He is not one of those who fell from grace, nor is he anything that could be considered natural. To be precise, one could call him an anomaly.

Anthology was born, though he would argue that he isn't really alive in the traditional sense of the word, in another domain. This domain was, for reasons long forgotten, isolated from every other domain for their own survival. The people of that domain had, using ancient and powerful magic, separated themselves from the flow of time and the reach of magic. No one could leave unless their leaders wanted to, and the domain itself could never reenter the river of time.

In any case, conflict stirred eventually. Because time could never reach this place, the original founders of the domain still lived. However, their minds and bodies had lived far longer than they were meant too, and they were all either insane or impotent. The source of the conflict was due to Order basically, an overriding surrender of self for the good of the community. This, of course, would not be a bad thing per se, but the extent of it angered the young.

The young had no memory of why they were separate from everything else. The old ones could not, or they believed would not, tell them why. So eventually, after several centuries, or seconds, of debate, they revolted.

These people had lost the touch of magic, the elders never teaching it to them for fear of breaking the enchantment over the domain. However, their entire race had could use Psychic abilities to varying degrees of strength. From heating a cup of coffee, to healing a man's insanity, to plunging entire cities in fire and brimstone.

The war lasted for centuries. Atrocity after atrocity committed by both sides. The psychic screams of the dying created a sort of tears in their domain. These tears resembled, well, no one could describe them really. Some said that it was like a portal of light, others that it was a black hole that sucked light. Some thought the anomalies good, something that would end this war once and for all. Others thought that the anomalies would destroy their world, silencing their race once and for all.

The war continued, the tears grew. Eventually, the tears began to consume each other, growing larger and larger as they combined themselves until each one was as large as a city. Those within the city could not be communicated with.

The war continued. Chaos reigned supreme. Some saw the tears as the true threat and abandoned the war, attempting to destroy the tears with little effect. Others saw the tears as gods, and bowed at their destruction and delivered countless cities to the tears. In the end, their race was fractured beyond repair. Numerous factions within it doing one thing, and then another. No purpose and no meaning to the conflict anymore.

There was no great battle that marked the end of their race. They passed the point of no return several centuries before the last of them died, the point where they could have saved themselves, and didn't know it. They passed it when the last of the old ones had died, consumed by a tear due to a radical group believing salvation would come with the deaths of the old ones. Nothing came to save them after that.

The centuries passed, Chaos still reigned but the race slowly died due to the massive conflict they sustained. Scattered sightings of a being of complete emptiness, with light emanating from it were ignored as delusions, even when sightings of it became frequent. The tears, by now, had become one, slowly enveloping the world even as their race ripped each other apart.

In the end, the last of their race congregated towards the domain's capital. The city was long destroyed, burnt to the ground in riots centuries ago, but this was also the place where the old ones had used their magic to tear their domain out of the river of time. Potent magic resided their, anchored to continue as long as one of their race still lived. Those who gathered their hoped that they could use the magic their to escape from their domain. The Tear had nearly enveloped the entire world, with the capital as one of the only places left that the Tear would not go.

Their population slowly dwindled. Conflict was more or less wiped out, but the psychic left over of their centuries long battle continued to haunt the remainder of their race. The vast majority of them took their own lives. But it was a gradual thing, the population was around 7000 at the beginning. It took 300 years for it to be reduced to one.

In a display of irony, this man was one of the first who started the rebellion centuries ago. Since then, he had been engulfed with grief and regret by his actions. He stayed at the capital for a 100 more years, content to wallow in his misery.

The one day, a figure of nothingness appeared to him. It's entire body seemed to be filled with the void, not only dark, but completely empty. Everything he touched became like it, filled with a void more empty than the darkness. It approached the last member of the once great race, and spoke to him.

No one would know what exactly it said to him, only it and the last of his race would know. But whatever it said, and whatever his last reply was, the effect was all to clear.

The domain broke apart. No one knew what had happened to the last of their race, but It came out of that domain. The Anomaly. It raced across the stars, seemingly happy about it's freedom, and rejoined the time stream. It eventually found it's way to Earth, due to it's large amount of Magical and Psychic power. The only thing that marked it's passage to Earth, if anyone had cared to look, was a tear in the world's magic that seemed to immediately disappear.

 

[Oneirius]

Is this game still open to new players? If it is, I may try to create a character sheet later today.

 

[Sporky111]

A small edit. Changes are in bold-italics.

Spoiler: My sheet

Name: Takeda Izumi

Species: Kitsune

True age: 110

Appearance: In his fox form he appears to be just like any fox: orange fur, white belly, tall ears, and black paws. However, what makes it obvious he is no ordinary fox is the fact that he has two tails. There is also an ethereal white ball that follows him closely everywhere he goes.

As a kitsune, he has a natural skill of illusion and can appear as any natural object. However, he is still very young and inexperienced. When disguised as a human, he appears as a young boy around the age of ten. He has yet to perfect this disguise, and he still has fox-ears and a tail at all times. He tends to wear a toque or hoodie to cover the ears, and baggy pants to tuck the tail into. But when startled, or otherwise not paying attention, they may spontaneously appear regardless of what he's wearing. He also wears a backpack, which contains the same white ball that is visible in his fox form.

Short mythology: (I plan to stick to actual kitsune myth fairly closely, so I'm going to put up some key points here) Kitsune are fox-spirits. The number of tails they have typically indicates their age. After their first hundred years, they are given the ability to take the form of a human and a second tail. Every century after that, they are given another. Kitsune are sometimes known for their mischievous behaviour and tricks of the mind, and they are able to create illusions that both they and people they contact believe are real. But someone with strong faith or magical prowess can break the illusion, which will usually be a traumatic event for the kitsune as they're having their perception of the world broken. They are also known to have some control over the element of their home, but it varies between individuals.

The ball that accompanies a kitsune is something of great value to them, and they treasure it dearly. If someone is able to take the ball from a kitsune, they will be able to get a promised favor from them in exchange for having the ball returned. Kitsune always keep a promise.

Bio: Takeda was born in Japan to a farmer and his wife. Takeda's mother was a kitsune in disguise, and he took after her (there are no half-human kitsune. The offspring of a human and kitsune will either be full-human or full-kitune). With her identity compromised by his birth, she fled and took him with. She raised him for a short while, but they separated after a couple years.

Takeda chose to return to his father's home and watch over the family secretly. His presense brought good fortune to the family for many years, but he never showed himself to them.

Many years later, his father's grandson; Takeda's great nephew; was called to into war. The family prayed for him to be protected, and Takeda answered. He accompanied his relative for many years, until the day of the most pivotal the nation had yet faced. He chose to volunteer for a Kamikaze mission. While Takeda tried his best to discourage the action, even resorting to revealing himself to the man, he would not be swayed in his quest to bring honor to the family.

The battle was at Pearl Harbor, and the fox spirit made sure the plane met it's target. Although, after the event he was left without a person to follow and without a way to find his way home. For the rest of his first century he wandered about North America, eventually finding his way back to Asia by chance, sometimes following people to cause mischief and sometimes simply living as a normal fox would. But as he came of age, he found the gift of a new life.

Along with his second tail, he gained the ability to change form and create some illusions. And while it took a while to gain reliable control of his kitsu magic, he soon found a form to settle upon: a young boy. The form suited him perfectly; he's young and playful, mischievous, and still manages an astounding amount of naivety. He's lived the last several years off of peoples' deep pockets, either tricking them into giving things to him, or stealing them outright. He still loves to play tricks, especially on people he deems deserving of it: people who are too proud of themselves or too greedy.

Takeda is a very carefree spirit. He enjoys simple pleasures, and doesn't dwell too long on the past. He is shy around new people, but is also quick to trust them. One of the more obvious traits of a kitsune, to those looking for it, is his deathly fear of all dogs. He has also gotten a grasp of controlling elemental fire. But so far his best utilization of the power is the will-o-wisp: small fireballs that can be used for light, or can be used as a weapon to cause burns or blind an enemy.

Now that it's unsafe for non-humans to be around, he's forced to work much harder at disguising himself. While he might have gotten away with being "a cute kid with a fox costume" it's simply too risky now. He's currently residing in China, still wandering without a purpose.

 

[Quad08]

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Well, well, well couple of familiar faces here. Looking forward to RPing with you guys, assuming we all make it in

 

[SamuelT]

<spoiler=Basaran AKA Nathan Hale>
Name: Basaran
Assumed Name: Nathan Hale
Age: 923 Years

Appearance: Basaran is a minor deity who works in darkness and shadows. In light he maintains the form of a short, thin 30-something man, but at dusk he can escape his human form as a large dark creature, and at night he can completely abandon his human body in favor of a flowing mass of darkness. Although he is much weaker in his human form, Basaran is very fast and agile.

Bio: Basaran came into existence in the year 1094 AD in the perpetual darkness of a sarcophagus. At first, he was a small speck of shadow in that void, but eventually, he came to occupy more of it and comprise more of the darkness. Over the course of several years, he came to know that small space as the entire universe, seeing the eroding shape adorned in gold as a landscape of hills and valleys. Eventually, the stone sky opened up and Basaran knew the burn of light. Dark shapes reached into his world and pulled the gold from the corpse within. In an effort to escape the burn of light, Basaran let his consciousness flow into the corpse, and stepped out of the sarcophagus in that form. After scaring away what he would later know to be grave-robbers, Basaran left the crypt and explored the new world.

Over the next 900 or so years, Basaran learned the ways of the world, and at night when he could exercise his full power, the world learned his ways. He learned to speak and interact with humans, and bent battles in favor of his allies. In the dead of night he could access any information, and slay any person that was foolish enough to sleep without a torch.

Basaran spent the past 100 years of his life in a large city, during which he learned about the current events of World War II through Nathan Hale, a man he met by chance in the city. Nathan was the only human in many years that had seen Basaran and accepted him. Nathan was very intelligent and was on an intellectual level that Basaran had not seen in human previously. At the age of 37, Nathan developed terminal lung cancer, and at the age of 38 he died. Without thinking, Basaran from then on assumed Nathan's name and shape when in public, as a sign of respect. After running into a close friend of Nathan's who excitedly proclaimed his friend had risen from the dead, Basaran entered a deep depression and a few days later climbed into the sewers and entered a deep sleep. 45 years later, he was shaken awake by an explosion that destroyed the street above.

Spoiler: Marcus Redcrosse

Name: Marcus Redcrosse

Age: 20

Race: Human

Appearance: Standing at roughly around six foot, Marcus is a fairly pasty looking white caucasian male. His pale skin makes him stand out somewhat in a crowd, and it is for this reason he tends to smother himself in clothes. He typically wears a dark grey hoody with no major defining features and long, raggedy jeans. He may even wear a leather jacket over the hoody to further conceal himself, or attempt to. He is thin and fairly scrawny. His dark brown hair is in a messy, wild style that depicts his mental state and is of fairly short length. He walks awkwardly, trying to keep himself to himself as much as possible. Underneath his hoodies and baseball caps however, there is a finely defined jaw and a handsome, clean-shaven face. He has crystal clear blue eyes, noticeable even if he is not staring directly at somebody. He is occasionally seen with a rucksack containing all manner of objects and wears standard black and white sneakers. He speaks with a soft, Germanic accent, though it is not terribly noticeable.

Powers and abilities: Being highly unstable, Marcus is prone to all manner of extreme feelings, of which manifest themselves in various ways around his environment. In a moment of desperate panic, for example, where he may feel trapped, he may send a forceful wave of telekinesis around his person that sends objects around him flying. In feelings of intense hatred, fire or electricty may erupt unexpectantly. When he feels awkward, anything may happen, which can go from something as benign as saying something inappropriate to water freezing into ice around him. His powers are highly unpredictable and highly varied; it has not yet been fully discerned what he is and isn't able to conjure, but what is known is that they are all very much controlled by his emotions, which are very unstable at the best of times. As he is a techie, he keeps all manner of gadgetry in his rucksack and a laptop with him at nearly all times. He has a lot of experience with computing from personal obsession; an obsession that has nearly landed him on the wrong side of the law a couple of times. He carries a glock handgun, but being inexperienced and having never fired at anyone, he likely wouldn't know how to use it effectively.

Personality: Wild. Unpredictable. Emotional. These are the words to describe Marcus, who is prone to very extreme mood swings. He is a paranoid individual, mistrustful of most and always jumping to conclusions. He has an extremely cynical view of the world and believes everyone is 'out to get him' or betray him at some point. To this end, he finds it hard to make friends and trust people. He may suddenly shout for no reason, or laugh uncontrollably at something that wasn't all that funny to begin with. He is a very awkward individual. He also tends to stutter a great deal at times of extreme (perceived or otherwise) stress. This can preclude a discharge of power. Beyond his paranoid exterior lies a gentle, caring soul that rarely, if ever, shows itself. He may also display symptoms of mild schizophrenia, where he may see or hear things others seemingly cannot. This can cause him to act irrationally and it may appear as though he is having a conversation with himself. It is unknown as of yet if this, coupled with the drastic mood swings, is the early stages of developing a split personality.

History: Having abusive parents, Marcus quickly learned to view the world with very hateful eyes indeed. His father refused to acknowledge him, and his mother blamed him for their failing marriage. Eventually this grew too much for Marcus, and during a classroom session when classmates were bullying him for his pale complexion and social awkwardness, he erupted into a fit of rage and various desks flew about the room. In his fury, he supposedly stabbed a student to death with a pair of scissors and flung a desk on one student hard enough to fracture his skull. Having been traumatised from the event and taken into custody, he was deemed mentally unfit and sent to a rehabilitation centre. His parents never visited him and he grew ever more scornful inside his room. Refusing to take his medication which was supposed to suppress his powers by keeping his emotions pacified, his fear caused the power in the facility to go down. In the ensuing confusion, Marcus was able to make a break for it and escape. He has since stolen a laptop from a businessman in a nearby café and set up shop in an abandoned apartment block, where he makes his living working for clients by stealing files from rival companies, shareholders and the like and selling them back for a profit or blackmail. He was since able to afford a desktop, but still lives in atrocious conditions. His erratic behaviour can get him in trouble with the law enforcement often .

Spoiler: Anthology

Name: Anthology

Age: Unknown

Appearance: It's true form is a man, but it's entire body seemed to be completely black and featureless. However, very few people, only those with psychic abilities, could see it. Anyone else would see an anomaly wherever he looked, it would resemble a heat wave but anyone in the area around it would feel extremely cold.

Abilities: Reality Bender. (Specific of the Power is a bit of a plot point in how I'm planning Anthology. SamuelT, if you want to know it's specifics, just PM me. But rest assured, I know better than to abuse Anthology's power.)

Origin: Anthology was never a real 'being' per se. He was not created by the Gods as part of their domain, nor is he a God himself. He was not an experiment by man, or elf, or whatever other creature that the Gods spawned. He is not one of those who fell from grace, nor is he anything that could be considered natural. To be precise, one could call him an anomaly.

Anthology was born, though he would argue that he isn't really alive in the traditional sense of the word, in another domain. This domain was, for reasons long forgotten, isolated from every other domain for their own survival. The people of that domain had, using ancient and powerful magic, separated themselves from the flow of time and the reach of magic. No one could leave unless their leaders wanted to, and the domain itself could never reenter the river of time.

In any case, conflict stirred eventually. Because time could never reach this place, the original founders of the domain still lived. However, their minds and bodies had lived far longer than they were meant too, and they were all either insane or impotent. The source of the conflict was due to Order basically, an overriding surrender of self for the good of the community. This, of course, would not be a bad thing per se, but the extent of it angered the young.

The young had no memory of why they were separate from everything else. The old ones could not, or they believed would not, tell them why. So eventually, after several centuries, or seconds, of debate, they revolted.

These people had lost the touch of magic, the elders never teaching it to them for fear of breaking the enchantment over the domain. However, their entire race had could use Psychic abilities to varying degrees of strength. From heating a cup of coffee, to healing a man's insanity, to plunging entire cities in fire and brimstone.

The war lasted for centuries. Atrocity after atrocity committed by both sides. The psychic screams of the dying created a sort of tears in their domain. These tears resembled, well, no one could describe them really. Some said that it was like a portal of light, others that it was a black hole that sucked light. Some thought the anomalies good, something that would end this war once and for all. Others thought that the anomalies would destroy their world, silencing their race once and for all.

The war continued, the tears grew. Eventually, the tears began to consume each other, growing larger and larger as they combined themselves until each one was as large as a city. Those within the city could not be communicated with.

The war continued. Chaos reigned supreme. Some saw the tears as the true threat and abandoned the war, attempting to destroy the tears with little effect. Others saw the tears as gods, and bowed at their destruction and delivered countless cities to the tears. In the end, their race was fractured beyond repair. Numerous factions within it doing one thing, and then another. No purpose and no meaning to the conflict anymore.

There was no great battle that marked the end of their race. They passed the point of no return several centuries before the last of them died, the point where they could have saved themselves, and didn't know it. They passed it when the last of the old ones had died, consumed by a tear due to a radical group believing salvation would come with the deaths of the old ones. Nothing came to save them after that.

The centuries passed, Chaos still reigned but the race slowly died due to the massive conflict they sustained. Scattered sightings of a being of complete emptiness, with light emanating from it were ignored as delusions, even when sightings of it became frequent. The tears, by now, had become one, slowly enveloping the world even as their race ripped each other apart.

In the end, the last of their race congregated towards the domain's capital. The city was long destroyed, burnt to the ground in riots centuries ago, but this was also the place where the old ones had used their magic to tear their domain out of the river of time. Potent magic resided their, anchored to continue as long as one of their race still lived. Those who gathered their hoped that they could use the magic their to escape from their domain. The Tear had nearly enveloped the entire world, with the capital as one of the only places left that the Tear would not go.

Their population slowly dwindled. Conflict was more or less wiped out, but the psychic left over of their centuries long battle continued to haunt the remainder of their race. The vast majority of them took their own lives. But it was a gradual thing, the population was around 7000 at the beginning. It took 300 years for it to be reduced to one.

In a display of irony, this man was one of the first who started the rebellion centuries ago. Since then, he had been engulfed with grief and regret by his actions. He stayed at the capital for a 100 more years, content to wallow in his misery.

The one day, a figure of nothingness appeared to him. It's entire body seemed to be filled with the void, not only dark, but completely empty. Everything he touched became like it, filled with a void more empty than the darkness. It approached the last member of the once great race, and spoke to him.

No one would know what exactly it said to him, only it and the last of his race would know. But whatever it said, and whatever his last reply was, the effect was all to clear.

The domain broke apart. No one knew what had happened to the last of their race, but It came out of that domain. The Anomaly. It raced across the stars, seemingly happy about it's freedom, and rejoined the time stream. It eventually found it's way to Earth, due to it's large amount of Magical and Psychic power. The only thing that marked it's passage to Earth, if anyone had cared to look, was a tear in the world's magic that seemed to immediately disappear.

Spoiler: Takeda Izumi

Name: Takeda Izumi

Species: Kitsune

True age: 110

Appearance: In his fox form he appears to be just like any fox: orange fur, white belly, tall ears, and black paws. However, what makes it obvious he is no ordinary fox is the fact that he has two tails. There is also an ethereal white ball that follows him closely everywhere he goes.

As a kitsune, he has a natural skill of illusion and can appear as any natural object. However, he is still very young and inexperienced. When disguised as a human, he appears as a young boy around the age of ten. He has yet to perfect this disguise, and he still has fox-ears and a tail at all times. He tends to wear a toque or hoodie to cover the ears, and baggy pants to tuck the tail into. But when startled, or otherwise not paying attention, they may spontaneously appear regardless of what he's wearing. He also wears a backpack, which contains the same white ball that is visible in his fox form.

Short mythology: (I plan to stick to actual kitsune myth fairly closely, so I'm going to put up some key points here) Kitsune are fox-spirits. The number of tails they have typically indicates their age. After their first hundred years, they are given the ability to take the form of a human and a second tail. Every century after that, they are given another. Kitsune are sometimes known for their mischievous behaviour and tricks of the mind, and they are able to create illusions that both they and people they contact believe are real. But someone with strong faith or magical prowess can break the illusion, which will usually be a traumatic event for the kitsune as they're having their perception of the world broken. They are also known to have some control over the element of their home, but it varies between individuals.

The ball that accompanies a kitsune is something of great value to them, and they treasure it dearly. If someone is able to take the ball from a kitsune, they will be able to get a promised favor from them in exchange for having the ball returned. Kitsune always keep a promise.

Bio: Takeda was born in Japan to a farmer and his wife. Takeda's mother was a kitsune in disguise, and he took after her (there are no half-human kitsune. The offspring of a human and kitsune will either be full-human or full-kitune). With her identity compromised by his birth, she fled and took him with. She raised him for a short while, but they separated after a couple years.

Takeda chose to return to his father's home and watch over the family secretly. His presense brought good fortune to the family for many years, but he never showed himself to them.

Many years later, his father's grandson; Takeda's great nephew; was called to into war. The family prayed for him to be protected, and Takeda answered. He accompanied his relative for many years, until the day of the most pivotal the nation had yet faced. He chose to volunteer for a Kamikaze mission. While Takeda tried his best to discourage the action, even resorting to revealing himself to the man, he would not be swayed in his quest to bring honor to the family.

The battle was at Pearl Harbor, and the fox spirit made sure the plane met it's target. Although, after the event he was left without a person to follow, and without a way to find his way home. For the rest of first century he wandered about North America, sometimes following people to cause mischief and sometimes simply living as a normal fox would. But as he came of age, he found the gift of a new life.

Along with his second tail, he gained the ability to change form and create some illusions. And while it took a while to gain reliable control of his kitsu magic, he soon found a form to settle upon: a young boy. The form suited him perfectly; he's young and playful, mischievous, and still manages an astounding amount of naivety. He's lived the last several years off of peoples' deep pockets, either tricking them into giving things to him, or stealing them outright. He still loves to play tricks, especially on people he deems deserving of it: people who are too proud of themselves or too greedy.

Takeda is a very carefree spirit. He enjoys simple pleasures, and doesn't dwell too long on the past. He is shy around new people, but is also quick to trust them. One of the more obvious traits of a kitsune, to those looking for it, is his deathly fear of all dogs. He has also gotten a grasp of controlling elemental fire. But so far his best utilization of the power is the will-o-wisp: small fireballs that can be used for light, or can be used as a weapon to cause burns or blind an enemy.

Now that it's unsafe for non-humans to be around, he's forced to work much harder at disguising himself. While he might have gotten away with being "a cute kid with a fox costume" it's simply too risky now.

Spoiler: The Angel of the Bones

Name: Kay Rochefort

Description: Kay stands tall and slim, his skin pale and his hair short and dark. He often seems unfocussed from the present, but when he gives his full attention, he gives it all, to a somewhat disturbing degree. His clothes are simple, loose and dark, and do not account for weather. He possess wings, though when not in use, them fold away to nowhere, and when revealed them do not harm his clothes.
To those of a magical disposition, or otherwise able to see beyond the mundane, Kay constantly broadcasts a vast heat and light, and looks as if his skin is liquid gold.

Spoiler: Nature: Spirit

Kay is what he calls an 'angel of the bones'. He does not know how, nor why, but he is an undead spirit, and his bones lie in a casket, covered in gold. Whoever holds these bones has a huge amount of power over Kay, and he while he can resist the will of the bearer, if someone holds his full skeleton, he cannot refuse an order from them.
Kay is capable of magic, but is relatively ignorant of it;s use, and it mainly occurs as a passive effect, activated by (or in retaliation to) the magic of others. He cannot be killed (he has attempted suicide) but if sufficiently hurt he will collapse, and if he sustains further damage his body will disintegrate, leaving him only a disembodied mind. He can recover form such a condition, but has to expend huge amounts of mental effort to do so.

Attributes: As mentioned above, Kay has little control over his magic, which sometimes reacts to other spells as if with a mind of it's own. He is also capable of flight, and is faster and stronger then humans. He has incredible endurance, due only to the fact that while his body may be harmed, he feels no suffering save the pain of his stolen bones

Bio: Kay knows little of his past or origins, but he knows well the curse of his bones. If no one possess them, he is released from the world for a time, but if his bones are ever taken he must walk the world, doing the bidding of the owner till either he gets them back or the thief dies.
Awaking recently, after a long sleep, Kay knew his remains had been taken once more. Despite his separating of the skeleton, and having hidden them across the city (he cannot travel far from the bones, nor carry them far himself), someone seems to have done the research and found his skull. He now searches for the thief, trying to devise a way of confronting him before the rest of his skeleton is taken and he comes entirely under the power of this unknown other.

Spoiler: Alex Ronson

Name: Alex Ronson

Age: 31

Nationality: Dual American/Canadian Citizen.

Background: Alex, from the age of 5 years and two months, always knew he wanted to be a journalist. If he wasn't running around the streets of New York interviewing people with his plastic camera in one hand, he'd be writing news columns for his school. However, when his Canadian parents told Alex of his adoption to him when he was a baby, he began acting out when he entered high school. As a result, Alex was kicked out of his education aged 16 due to "lewd activities" in his school canteen and began to pursue a career in freelance journalism.

After five years of barely making ends meet along with his refusal to accept money from his parents, Alex was down and out (and poor). In a state of confusion and near-poverty, Alex tracked down his real parents only to learn that his mother had died in childbirth. His father on the other hand, a high decorated soldier in the American army, was at death's door. Unsure of how to proceed with his life, Alex did the only thing he'd known to do throughout his life: he wrote about it. The story of his life earned him a nomination for the Pulitzer Prize and thrust him into the limelight, wherein he was swiftly picked up by New York's top newspaper - the Daily Bagel. Now after ten years of constant praise and award-winning work, Alex finds himself in a journalistic slump. Only time will tell how his life will proceed.

Notes: Alex's foster parents and real parents are all Canadian, hence Alex's dual citizenship in both countries. As a slightly unrelated note, Alex has a love for all things in comic form and a love for British culture as a whole - two things his foster parents blame for his slump into a "rebellious and reckless" lifestyle.

Spoiler: Lily Noble

Name: Lily Noble

Age: 23

Race: Human

Appearance: Slightly taller than average, with long brown hair and Large, innocent looking eyes. Lily usually prefers to wear a pair of comfortable, dark blue jeans and a black or navy blue top, be it a jacket, hoodie or cardigan. She wears a pair of red and black checked Converse Hi-Tops but no socks.

History: Born into a fairly well-off family in a nice area, she was raised to behave well, say please and thank you, and to speak when spoken to. Being an extremely bright child, she quickly grew bored of her existence during her school years and began to rebel. Not openly and outwardly, but at school she got involved with those commonly labelled "the wrong crowd" she worked her way up the feeble excuse of an unofficial hierarchy they had, by lying, cheating and backstabbing allies and enemies alike, no-one was a friend, they were all just pawns to be played how she wished. While this all went on, the teachers knew nothing of her escapades, and only knew her reputation as a hard working and diligent student.

Her parents noticed her become distant, and tried to regain the closeness they once shared by paying for whatever she wanted, including self-defense classes, which she slowly picked up, relishing the challenge of something she had difficulty with. After passing her exams with flying colours, she began her further education, though she once again, quickly grew bored, but this time, instead of subverting the system, she left. She joined a small, local gang, but moved on from them by selling them out to a local branch of the mob they had crossed, and joined their ranks, once again working her way up the ladder through betrayal and deceit, though more subtley this time around, so she wouldn't make enemies that would be a threat when she got to the top.

Her ability manifested itself while she was tasked with pulling a burglary in an upmarket area of town. Unbeknownst to herself or her informants, the residents had guests at the time the burglary was scheduled to take place. Though Lily entered residence undetected, as she made her way towards the living room, she heard voices coming from the lavishly furnished dining room. Panicking a the situation, she was heard and the occupants and guests rushed out into the hallway to find her flattenned against the wall, hoping she wouldn't be seen. The owner of the house looked at her, and took a step forward, his right arm outsretched with a hand pointing at her, about to say something. Before Lily knew what was happenning, the man, hs wife and two guests were thrown back down the hall, past the doorway to the dining room and slamming against the front door. All four died on impact. Lily escaped and found out a few days later that she had killed an important member of the council, is wife and two dinner guests of no importance. The police were never able to find and traces of the killers, nor the method they used to launch the dinner party twenty feet through the air.
She spent the next several months experimenting with and refining her ability, using it on jobs without giving anything away, just letting herself ahead a little and pushing the boundaries of what she could do.

Personality: While she appears sweet and innocent from the exterior, this is just a ruse pefected over many years of deception and trickery, Lily is cunning and devious, she never stops thinking of ways to give herself the edge over another person.
Her usual ease with working people the way she wants them to have left her with a slightly aloof demeanour, meaning those who are less easily swayed by her silver-tongued rhetoric may find her conceited and demanding, though she usually buys that kind of person off with money or other commodities.

Equipment/Abilities: Lily has the power of telekinesis. For those that don't know, telekinesis is the ability to move objects with your mind. Lily's telekinesis is limited by the distance, difficulty and mass of the object she is moving. She could easily send bricks raining down on someone's head from the her end of a road, but lifting a truck would take a lot of effort if she were much more than a few meters away.
While not an actual power, her skills for manipulating people are truly notable. Lily can play most people like a piano, lies falling from her tongue and warping people's minds, sowing doubt and mistrust where needed, and inspiring dedication and loyalty to those she wishes to recruit to her cause. This makes Lily a very dangerous opponent to have if sides are being chosen.
She carries a set of lockpicks in a belt around her stomach, along with pepper spray, a switchblade and for absolute emergencies, a small, concealable pistol.

Spoiler: Rezetta Morwood

Name: Rezetta Morwood (AKA, Zetta)
Age: 23
Race: Half-demon, half-human
Classification: Illusionist
Appearance: Rezetta is a tall woman with long, dark red hair she usually keeps in a bun. Her eyes are a striking white, though she usually wears blue contacts. Her teeth are all very slightly pointed and her nails are kept long and sharp, much like claws. She wears a lot of dark clothes; usually long-sleeved shirts, jeans, gloves, and boots.
Abilities: Being a half-demon, Rezetta has considerable magical prowess. She can weave illusions of any sort "tied" to a person's mind (so that only they can see it), or she can create something visible to anyone. By staring into a person's eyes, Zetta can--and usually does--see a person's fear and use that to weave something terrifying around them.
Bio: Rezetta was born of a human woman and a demon, who stayed only long enough to conceive a child. Rezetta's mother died giving birth to her, leaving her to be raised by her mother's brother Maurice. Maurice didn't quite hate the half-demon Rezetta, but he certainly feared her and he let her know it constantly.

Zetta's illusion powers bloomed once she hit her twelfth birthday, when she unwittingly made the image of a dog run around the house. Zetta, unaware that she was doing it, became frightened and, as such, more crazy illusions popped up around her. Maurice, not quite sure what was happening and just becoming more and more terrified of the girl, tried getting her to stop by beating her. Rezetta got away and ran off, never going back to her uncle again.

After living on the streets for one year, Rezetta somehow got herself entangled in a group of drug traffickers who all happened to be part demon like herself. Several of them happened to have powers as well and thus helped her to better harness hers. The group was busted two years later, with several of the members dying in the resulting firefight. Rezetta managed to use her powers to help herself escape, along with two other members of the group. They split up during their escape and Zetta never saw them again.

Zetta made a life for herself by robbing others, something her powers made her good at. She managed to set up a sort of business with those who wanted things somebody else had. She kept this up until she turned 19, when some people angry about her business managed to find her and tried to kill her. She escaped once again with her powers and managed to find a normal delivery job. Since then, she's kept a low-key profile and hasn't yet had too much more trouble.

Spoiler: Adam

Name: Adam

Age: Almost a thousand years old

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Classification: Parasitic curse

Abilities: -By placing both hands on a persons face, Adam can absorb there life-force and add it to his own. The extra life-force can be used for healing and extending his life. The energy within his body is not limitless though and he needs to replenish it every week. Must be human for him to absorb the energy, animals and plans don't have the proper type of energy.

-Due to his parasitic tendencies, Adam has no need to eat, drink or sleep as the energy he absorbs from others has become his main source of nutrients. However, his 'hunger' is never sated, and like a heartbeat he feels the urge to feed on others rumbling within him.

-Through touch, Adam can sense many things. While mostly used to ensure his next 'meal' is human, he can sense information within what he is feeling, such as chemical makeup, magical properties and even what the person had for dinner. An automatic reaction, Adam gets these readings whenever he touches something. He usually wears gloves over his hands to avoid getting overwhelmed.

Appearance: Adam looks like an old fashioned city gentlemen in his late twenties. He wears a nice, trim, three piece suit, black silk gloves, bowler hat and often caries an old fashion cane with him.
He relatively athletic, but not overly muscled and his skin is also a paler than most other Caucasian males. Adam has taken to keeping clean shaven, his short brown hair combed smoothly back and his teeth are always sparkling white.

Personality: Optimistic and cheerful, Adam does not fit your typical necromancer formula. When he had first gained the curse, Adam had been in dark mood, lashing out at random in order to substain his life, angry with all of humanity for the hunger that had been embedded within him. He has now accepted his place in the world, doing his best to just enjoy life and survive the best he can, despite the hunger within him.
Adam belivies in a balance of good and evil, never siding with any side for a long period of time. He views extreme morality as dangerous, seeing many people considered 'good' do terrible things because they thought they were right or that others were 'wrong'.

Biography: Born and raised in a small Roman village, Adam was convicted of a crime he did not commit and sentenced to fight in the gladiator pits. He fought and fought, everyday seeming to inch closer to his death, until out of the blue one day, he won his freedom and was led into the room with one of the government ministers waiting for him. The man complimented Adam on his fighting skills and remarked about how handsome Adam was. The man lunged for Adam, grabbing him around the throat and Adam could suddenly feel his very life being torn out of him. The years of fighting bloodied battles in the gladiator pits proved useful and he was able to snap the ministers neck.
A sudden sense of dread passed through Adam as he looked down at the man he had just murdered. Not only had he just killed a government minister but he could feel a new kind of hunger brewing inside him. A guard happened upon him and the body, and as if on instinct, Adam grabbed the guard as the minister had grabbed him, the guards life-force draining into Adam, making him feel younger and stronger than before. Stealing as much as he could, Adam quickly came to terms that something had changed inside him and his life would never be the same.
Making some easy money off of the clothes and jewels he had stolen, he fled Rome and traveled North, learning slowly about his curse. He killed travelers and stole there clothes and tools, slowly accumulating wealth and travelling the globe, learning various languages and customs. With his accumulated wealth and language skills, Adam became the 'Go to guy' for many legit and illegal operations. He helped doctors during the Black Plague, ship opium overseas, ended working for both the CIA and KGB, before finally settling back down for life as a traveler, simply looking for where the road will take him next.
Currently, Adam is looking for ways to find the origins of his curse as well as find any curses that may be simaler to his in order to cure himself and live a 'normal' life.

Spoiler

Name: Maya Li
Age: 7
Location: Jinan City, Shandong, China
Race: Human (Chinese)

Appearance: Typical East Asian features, long dark hair, average height for her age, slightly thin. At the beginning of the story also dirty and dressed in a smudgy grey dress due to situation (explained in bios).

Personality: Shy to the point that she hasn't spoken to anyone since her mother disappeared a couple of months before, naturally afraid of those in authority. Otherwise a typical child's personality: somewhat self-centered and simplistic, but does care for others and deep down wishes she had company again.

Bios: Maya Li was born several years ago to a single woman living in a poor neighbourhood of an eastern Chinese city. She has never known who her father is. Rather than being sent to school, her mother home-taught her to read simple Chinese symbols and to speak (but not read) basic English. As she grew up, Maya had contact with virtually no-one other than her mother, who instilled in her a phobia of strangers and those in authority. Just a few weeks after she turned seven, she woke up one morning to find her mother simply wasn?t there. For several days she waited in the house, living off the remaining food, before she finally left for the streets. For the last couple of months before the story Maya has lived on the streets; stealing food from wherever she can find it. It was only then that she learned she has a power of sorts, she can avoid being noticed and can hide in virtually plain sight. This has allowed her to live on the streets while avoiding the authorities which she fears so much, though she doesn't know why this is. She has no other powers though and as would be expected has no fighting or weapon skills either.

Situation: At the beginning of the story she still lives in Jinan, however something may be about to happen that will cause her to leave her hometown forever... (GM can decide what happens if necessary for storyline to work!)

Congrats people. For the ones that didn't make it; I'm sorry. If there are washouts you'll be the first to know. I'm really sorry. Believe me that this is the part I hate the most; cutting people out.

Whelp. Now it's time for me to finish the backstory. It won't be apparent from the get-go, but it involves all of you personally.

Also; do the players want to 'travel' as a group, or individually? Or a mixture of that?

 

[Oneirius]

Who is in? The text in the spoiler was too long... You better edit it.
Assuming that I am in, one way or the other, I prefer interaction with the other players. It is one of the finest forms of roleplay there are.

 

[SamuelT]

Hang on. Still editing it. I will edit it into this post when it's done.

Edit: There. Done. Damn character-limit.

 

[JoJo]

Congrats people. For the ones that didn't make it; I'm sorry. If there are washouts you'll be the first to know. I'm really sorry. Believe me that this is the part I hate the most; cutting people out.

Whelp. Now it's time for me to finish the backstory. It won't be apparent from the get-go, but it involves all of you personally.

Also; do the players want to 'travel' as a group, or individually? Or a mixture of that?

I would prefer for Maya to be with at-least one other, as I think you have planned anyway, as she doesn't know much about the world and generally needs looking after. After that it would be nice to slowly meet up with the other characters and groupings until the whole gang are together

Edit: Just thought of something, do you want us to PM stuff like this to you in future to keep the thread short?

 

[Darth Caelum]

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Well, well, well couple of familiar faces here. Looking forward to RPing with you guys, assuming we all make it in

Greetings Quad. It's been a while. This IS going to be quite interesting.

 

[SolomonG679]

Strange it keeps telling me that the spoiler text is to much to view so who made it in?

 

[Darth Caelum]

Strange it keeps telling me that the spoiler text is to much to view so who made it in?

First Page. It's just there.

 

[Sam G]

...Ah, I didn't make it.
Ah well! That's not too bad! I had a couple of RP ideas I was wanting to run, anyway, and what the hell; there's always next time, eh? I hope to be seeing you in the future, Other Sam.

 

[SamuelT]

...Ah, I didn't make it.
Ah well! That's not too bad! I had a couple of RP ideas I was wanting to run, anyway, and what the hell; there's always next time, eh? I hope to be seeing you in the future, Other Sam.

Sorry mate. Just couldn't fit a Hangman into the story.

If you've got other RP's you're setting up I'm willing to join 'em, so you can witness SamuelT glory firsthand.

 

[RootbeerJello]

I still don't see it in either of your posts.

 

[SamuelT]

I still don't see it in either of your posts.

First two pages of the thread. Original post and the one after that. They are all there.

 

[JoJo]

I wrote down a summary of each the characters for myself to refer back to during the RP as all 12 character sheets contain a lot of information. Since this took me a while, I'm posting it here for anyone else who wants to use it. I apologise in advance if I have made any errors, please PM if I have and I will correct it. Enjoy!

It contains a brief summary of name, age, nationality, powers, physical appearence and personality. Any information not supplied by their sheet has simply been left out.

Spoiler: Character Summaries

Paul MacGregor: 22, half human/angel, exceptionally tall and heavy but also gentle.

Gabriel De Vink: 23, magician, tall but nerdy-looking, introverted due to powers, fallen star.

Basaran or Nathan Hale: 923 (30), minor deity, thin and short man at day, at night a large dark creature. Recently awakened from 45 year sleep by explosion.

Marcus Redcrosse: 20, magician, computer hacker, tall and pale, unpredictable and emotional.

Anthology: age unknown, anomalous being, can use reality bender, black featureless body which only psychics can see.

Takeda Izuma: 110 (10), Japanese, kitsune or fox spirit, can take on form of a young human boy, retains ears and tail in this form which he attempts to hide. Carefree, playful and mischievous.

Kay Rochefort: age unknown, angel of the bones (undead spirit), tall, slim and pale. Little control over magic; capable of flight. Skull has been stolen.

Alex Ronson: 31, US/Canadian, journalist with no supernatural powers, currently in a journalistic slump.

Lily Noble: 23, has telekinesis and can manipulate people, slightly tall with long brown hair and innocent eyes. Intelligent and uses her abilities for crime.

Rezetta Morwood: 23, illusionist, half human/demon, tall with red hair and somewhat pointed teeth. Used to use powers for crime, now has a delivery job.

Adam: 1000 approx (late 20s), has a parasitic curse so feeds on human life-force. Pale and neat-looking. Cheerful and optimistic, hopes to cure himself.

Maya Li: 7, Chinese, can become almost invisible, thin and unwashed. Her mother has disappeared. Childish and very shy, fears strangers and those in authority.

Notes:

1. Age in brackets is age of appearence if that differs from actual age.
2. "Magician" is someone who possesses a variety of magical powers: for example, electricity, fire shooting and telekinesis.

 

[DktrAgonizer]

Wow, it's cool to be in. Thanks! Now I can't wait until this starts.
Also, I think the best way to go would be for the characters to kind of meet up until eventually the group comes together, like JoJo said.

By the way, JoJo, that quick ref sheet is awesome. Nice idea.

 

[Oneirius]

Very nice, very nice indeed. This sheet will be most useful to all of us, I am sure.