Updated my character sheet with the new mask in it if you wanted to check it out. Fingers crossed it doesn't turn out to be exactly the same as someone else's.God said:
The Dark Side of Madness(Interest Thread)
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Name: Nat Perry
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance: slightly above average height, slim and firm, not the body of an sports athlete, more a gymnast or a runner, short dark hair that barely reaches her ears and constantly has the look of something she woke up with and didn't bother combing. Nat's eyes are a piercing blue, often covered in dark black eye liner if anything at all. beyond that, she has the look of someone that just cares very little about their appearance and the almost constant bags under her eyes often indicate her patience is quite thin at the best of times.
Her everyday apparel consists of freebie shirts, some for bands, others for organizations, still more for things she's never heard of but found and took one anyways because, hey, it's free, and free clothes are good. Baggy jeans and sneakers often worn down to her feet inside of them add on to the look. Finally, there's her jewelery and other stuff, this includes a wristband, her triple pierced studded left ear and quadruple pierced and studded right(one has slightly more area to pierce) and two rings, on her left is just a simple mood ring band anybody can pick up almost everywhere,constantly shifting between yellow and green and on a leather string around her neck is her great-grandfather's, polished brass with a malechite setting, too big to be worn on both her thumbs at the same time.
Personality: Nice enough, but between 18 college hours, a 7 hour shift at work, and a slowly withering social life, she's often cranky at the best of times, advisably avoided at the worst. If she's had enough sleep, she's talkative and quite active. However, she's most often slightly lethargic and abrasive, if she talks at all, most of the time.
Skills: Skateboarding, an intricate knowledge of History and English in general, seeing as those are her major and minor, and a work in progress knowledge of sleeping agents. She knows a bit about running and how to climb and generally get away from anyone chasing her.
Weapon: switchblade strapped around her ankle and mace on her keychain.
Mask Appearance: light gold mask, the face consisting of a horizontal cylinder for her eyes, and two to breathe out of. It is blank until she puts it on, when the face appears and mimics what she does, though it has the perpetually grinning face of a woman.
Alter-ego name: Golden Dawn
Alternate personality: With a substantial energy boost, Nat becomes The Gold Dawn, always glad and optimistic about something, rarely staying in one place for long, and the speech of a machine-gun. Though with this optimism comes a complete lack of fear along with moderate to severe kleptomania.
Power: gold and money, mostly the former, but a little of the latter. With the ability to conjure gold up out of nowhere, pull it out of her sleeves, etc. It can be brought out in any shape, size barring too big for her grip, and purity. Unfortunately, none of it is lasting, within a half hour of it's conjuring, it either disintegrates or changes to carbon or some other worthless material
Bio: Natalie Perry's never had the richest of lives, her family was poor, her neighborhood was poor, her apartment was a dump on the best months. Her father was a steel mill worker and her mother worked at a gas station. Her older brother works at the mill along with their father. As kids, her brother and herself were alone alot of the time, and got into a bit of trouble. Nothing ever serious enough to warrant more than a few hours at the police station waiting for their parents to come get them. However, her brother got into a bit more than he could handle, cutting him off from going to school in the foreseeable decade, Nat moved to Ascension to go to school instead.
Since then, she's been working, keeping her hours up to get as much financial aid possible. During the earthquake, she was in class. Understandably, it was cut short and everyone was allowed to go home. Back at her building, the mask was hanging on a sign. She climbed up and retrieved it. Intending to go and sell it the next day, she fell asleep studying and got up finding herself refreshed. Along with the other things, she found a new way to keep on her homework. Though she grew bored after a week of this and started going out.
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance: slightly above average height, slim and firm, not the body of an sports athlete, more a gymnast or a runner, short dark hair that barely reaches her ears and constantly has the look of something she woke up with and didn't bother combing. Nat's eyes are a piercing blue, often covered in dark black eye liner if anything at all. beyond that, she has the look of someone that just cares very little about their appearance and the almost constant bags under her eyes often indicate her patience is quite thin at the best of times.
Her everyday apparel consists of freebie shirts, some for bands, others for organizations, still more for things she's never heard of but found and took one anyways because, hey, it's free, and free clothes are good. Baggy jeans and sneakers often worn down to her feet inside of them add on to the look. Finally, there's her jewelery and other stuff, this includes a wristband, her triple pierced studded left ear and quadruple pierced and studded right(one has slightly more area to pierce) and two rings, on her left is just a simple mood ring band anybody can pick up almost everywhere,constantly shifting between yellow and green and on a leather string around her neck is her great-grandfather's, polished brass with a malechite setting, too big to be worn on both her thumbs at the same time.
Personality: Nice enough, but between 18 college hours, a 7 hour shift at work, and a slowly withering social life, she's often cranky at the best of times, advisably avoided at the worst. If she's had enough sleep, she's talkative and quite active. However, she's most often slightly lethargic and abrasive, if she talks at all, most of the time.
Skills: Skateboarding, an intricate knowledge of History and English in general, seeing as those are her major and minor, and a work in progress knowledge of sleeping agents. She knows a bit about running and how to climb and generally get away from anyone chasing her.
Weapon: switchblade strapped around her ankle and mace on her keychain.
Mask Appearance: light gold mask, the face consisting of a horizontal cylinder for her eyes, and two to breathe out of. It is blank until she puts it on, when the face appears and mimics what she does, though it has the perpetually grinning face of a woman.
Alter-ego name: Golden Dawn
Alternate personality: With a substantial energy boost, Nat becomes The Gold Dawn, always glad and optimistic about something, rarely staying in one place for long, and the speech of a machine-gun. Though with this optimism comes a complete lack of fear along with moderate to severe kleptomania.
Power: gold and money, mostly the former, but a little of the latter. With the ability to conjure gold up out of nowhere, pull it out of her sleeves, etc. It can be brought out in any shape, size barring too big for her grip, and purity. Unfortunately, none of it is lasting, within a half hour of it's conjuring, it either disintegrates or changes to carbon or some other worthless material
Bio: Natalie Perry's never had the richest of lives, her family was poor, her neighborhood was poor, her apartment was a dump on the best months. Her father was a steel mill worker and her mother worked at a gas station. Her older brother works at the mill along with their father. As kids, her brother and herself were alone alot of the time, and got into a bit of trouble. Nothing ever serious enough to warrant more than a few hours at the police station waiting for their parents to come get them. However, her brother got into a bit more than he could handle, cutting him off from going to school in the foreseeable decade, Nat moved to Ascension to go to school instead.
Since then, she's been working, keeping her hours up to get as much financial aid possible. During the earthquake, she was in class. Understandably, it was cut short and everyone was allowed to go home. Back at her building, the mask was hanging on a sign. She climbed up and retrieved it. Intending to go and sell it the next day, she fell asleep studying and got up finding herself refreshed. Along with the other things, she found a new way to keep on her homework. Though she grew bored after a week of this and started going out.
Name: Adam Clarks
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Without mask: Adam is a white, 5'10" male. He is of an average build and weight. He has shortish, messy, brown hair, but no facial hair. Adam also has blue eyes. He normally wears a plain T-shirt, baggy jeans, and a pair of work boots.
spaceWith mask: Wears a darkish-green T-shirt with a leather biker's vest over that, dark cargo pants, and combat boots. All of these clothes have also been customized with metal wires, strips, and plates to one degree or another. Except for a one inch strip in the middle, is hair turns an icy blue when wearing the mask.
Personality: Adam is generally a fun-loving, easy-going kind of guy who almost never seems to feel down. He's generally very social and easy to get along with and can be pretty talkative at times when with friends or family. Adam is also one of those guys who seems to be really good at anything he puts his mind to.
Skills: Parkour, fencing, good with electronics and other mechanisms.
Weapon: A 3 1/2 foot long, 1 1/4 inch steel pipe that has been balanced so it can be used almost like a makeshift sword.
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Mask Appearance: It is almost like an upside down teardrop in shape except where it flattens out at the chin. The primary color of the mask is a kind of off white. The main design consists of four inward pointing triangles; the top and bottom ones being of a dark blue and the side ones being a lighter shade of blue. The top triangle is the largest, covering most of the forehead, and comes down to the bridge of the nose to cover the tops of the eyes, creating a furrowed brow effect. That combined with the upside down V that makes the mouth gives the mask a kind of scowl. The other tree triangles are about the same size, each being only about third the size of the top triangle. The eye holes also remain dark, preventing anyone from seeing the wearer's true eyes.
Alter-ego name: Theus(rhymes with loose)
Alternate personality: When he's not out on the streets it almost always seems like Theus is deep in thought about something and doesn't tend to talk much. When he does talk most people tend to listen. He is usually more of a lone wolf and generally tends to remain so even when he is with a group. When Theus is out on the streets he likes to be fast and efficient in his actions and tries to avoid prolonged conflict whenever possible.
Power: Power over electricity and to some degree magnetism. He can generate his own electricity or can draw it from any nearby source. Also increases speed, agility, and strength by about 20%.
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Bio: Adam Clarks was eight when he first moved to Ascension with his father. The main reasons they did so were that Adam's mother had recently died and wanted a change in scenery, and Adam's father had been offered a job in Ascension. They moved in with Adam's aunt and uncle until they found their own place to live. When Adam found out that his uncle taught fencing classes he immediately became interested and has been taking them ever since. When he was fifteen a friend asked Adam if he wanted to join a local Parkour group. After getting fairly banged up the first few times he went out, Adam quickly picked it up and soon became one of the best in the group. After finishing high school he got a job working for a electronics and repair store and after a year had moved into his own home.
When the first earthquake hit Adam himself wasn't particularly affected. However, his father was one of the victims of the Face of Terror. Adam found his father unconscious and bleeding on the floor of his own apartment a few days after the earthquake. They managed to get his father to the hospital before he lost too much blood, but he had gone into a coma from which he has yet to come out of.
Adam was on his way home from work when the second earthquake hit. It caused part of an old fire escape railing in the ally he was walking through to fall right on top of him, knocking him out cold. He woke up to someone calling his name but, after getting out from under the railing and getting reoriented, he didn't see anyone. As he started to leave the ally he heard his name being called again and when he turned around he saw a mask not far behind him. It called him again and said "If you wear me I can give you power. Great power. The kind of power to get revenge for you father. What do you say, Storm Caller?" Adam had been dreaming of getting revenge on the Face of Terror since the day his father had been attacked and was instantly sold. he picked up the mask and just as he was about to put it on he said "I accept your offer of power, but I am not Storm Caller." He put it on and declared "I am Theus." At that moment an arc of electricity shot out and hit him. When the arc subsided his hair had turned an icy blue except for a one inch strip in the middle.
Since that day he has sworn to find and bring the Face of Terror to justice. However, he is currently only dealing with the many groups of criminals that have popped up because he knows that if he's going to take down the Face of Terror he is going to need help and lots of it. Even if he doesn't want it.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Without mask: Adam is a white, 5'10" male. He is of an average build and weight. He has shortish, messy, brown hair, but no facial hair. Adam also has blue eyes. He normally wears a plain T-shirt, baggy jeans, and a pair of work boots.
spaceWith mask: Wears a darkish-green T-shirt with a leather biker's vest over that, dark cargo pants, and combat boots. All of these clothes have also been customized with metal wires, strips, and plates to one degree or another. Except for a one inch strip in the middle, is hair turns an icy blue when wearing the mask.
Personality: Adam is generally a fun-loving, easy-going kind of guy who almost never seems to feel down. He's generally very social and easy to get along with and can be pretty talkative at times when with friends or family. Adam is also one of those guys who seems to be really good at anything he puts his mind to.
Skills: Parkour, fencing, good with electronics and other mechanisms.
Weapon: A 3 1/2 foot long, 1 1/4 inch steel pipe that has been balanced so it can be used almost like a makeshift sword.
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Mask Appearance: It is almost like an upside down teardrop in shape except where it flattens out at the chin. The primary color of the mask is a kind of off white. The main design consists of four inward pointing triangles; the top and bottom ones being of a dark blue and the side ones being a lighter shade of blue. The top triangle is the largest, covering most of the forehead, and comes down to the bridge of the nose to cover the tops of the eyes, creating a furrowed brow effect. That combined with the upside down V that makes the mouth gives the mask a kind of scowl. The other tree triangles are about the same size, each being only about third the size of the top triangle. The eye holes also remain dark, preventing anyone from seeing the wearer's true eyes.
Alter-ego name: Theus(rhymes with loose)
Alternate personality: When he's not out on the streets it almost always seems like Theus is deep in thought about something and doesn't tend to talk much. When he does talk most people tend to listen. He is usually more of a lone wolf and generally tends to remain so even when he is with a group. When Theus is out on the streets he likes to be fast and efficient in his actions and tries to avoid prolonged conflict whenever possible.
Power: Power over electricity and to some degree magnetism. He can generate his own electricity or can draw it from any nearby source. Also increases speed, agility, and strength by about 20%.
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Bio: Adam Clarks was eight when he first moved to Ascension with his father. The main reasons they did so were that Adam's mother had recently died and wanted a change in scenery, and Adam's father had been offered a job in Ascension. They moved in with Adam's aunt and uncle until they found their own place to live. When Adam found out that his uncle taught fencing classes he immediately became interested and has been taking them ever since. When he was fifteen a friend asked Adam if he wanted to join a local Parkour group. After getting fairly banged up the first few times he went out, Adam quickly picked it up and soon became one of the best in the group. After finishing high school he got a job working for a electronics and repair store and after a year had moved into his own home.
When the first earthquake hit Adam himself wasn't particularly affected. However, his father was one of the victims of the Face of Terror. Adam found his father unconscious and bleeding on the floor of his own apartment a few days after the earthquake. They managed to get his father to the hospital before he lost too much blood, but he had gone into a coma from which he has yet to come out of.
Adam was on his way home from work when the second earthquake hit. It caused part of an old fire escape railing in the ally he was walking through to fall right on top of him, knocking him out cold. He woke up to someone calling his name but, after getting out from under the railing and getting reoriented, he didn't see anyone. As he started to leave the ally he heard his name being called again and when he turned around he saw a mask not far behind him. It called him again and said "If you wear me I can give you power. Great power. The kind of power to get revenge for you father. What do you say, Storm Caller?" Adam had been dreaming of getting revenge on the Face of Terror since the day his father had been attacked and was instantly sold. he picked up the mask and just as he was about to put it on he said "I accept your offer of power, but I am not Storm Caller." He put it on and declared "I am Theus." At that moment an arc of electricity shot out and hit him. When the arc subsided his hair had turned an icy blue except for a one inch strip in the middle.
Since that day he has sworn to find and bring the Face of Terror to justice. However, he is currently only dealing with the many groups of criminals that have popped up because he knows that if he's going to take down the Face of Terror he is going to need help and lots of it. Even if he doesn't want it.
Alright, that should be good for now. Still not 100% on whether I really want to join, but for now I'll stick around.
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: Aria stands 5'11" has a light tan and is in decent physical condition. She has long black hair she wears down and blue eyes. she tends to favor a more 'tomboyish' look in terms of clothing, jeans, t-shirt or tank top, and boots.
Putting on the mask has several effects, firstly the eyes turn silver, and secondly the wearer sprouts wings like a raven's, allowing the wearer to fly.
If Morrighan has control for an extend length of time her dress will be more formal'
Personality:Aria is usually a kind, upbeat, as well as polite person, even around people she dislikes.
Skills: Cooking, Dancing, Singing. Morrighan is teaching her to fight with her preferred weapons
Weapon: Any bladed thing she wants due to the masks power, but favors ether a Long Sword or Spear
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Mask Appearance: The mask it self smooth, lacking a mouth, or any facial detail except eye slots, is black in color with gold detailing along the edges, around the eyes, on the 'cheeks' the design of a raven's head, all in a Celtic style.
Alter-ego name:Morrighan
Alternate personality: Morrighan is silent most the time, opting to let the wearer act and speak for them selves, how ever this does not leave the wear free of her influence. Morrighan strips away all false hoods of a person personality, leaving the wearers true self bare.
When Morrighan does speak, she's very cold and detached, with an air of superiority
Power: The power Morrighan provides has been dubbed 'Blade Works', allowing the use to forge any bladed weapon, or even a shield from pure golden energy. (the weapons created have the same strength and cutting power as a steel equivalent crafted by a master smith) Aria can also form a blade from small 'portals' and can form several of these portals ad once, at present the need to be anchored to the wall, floor or ceiling. If Morrighan has control she lacks this limitation
(Side Note: With or with out the mask on, crows and ravens are drawn to and tend gather around it)
Bio: Aria was born second of three in the Valentine family and is the only girl. While her mother showed her children equal affection, her father paid her very little mind, instead focusing on his sons, leaving Aria to compete for attention from her mother. her childhood other wise was fairly normal, school, fights with her brothers and so on.
Her family moved to Ascension when she was ten due to a better job opportunity for her father. Middle school was uneventful, High School was even less so, her brothers getting all the attention once more, though by this point she stopped caring. Aria pursued her own interest, which was dancing as well as taking singing lessons, Intent on going for a career in music.
Then the quake came, and the Face of Terror shortly after to terrorize the still recovering city. Aria and her family weren't 'directly' effected in that nether the quake or the masked lunatic harmed them, but Aria and her brothers had friends that where and tended to them. but weeks rolled by and soon the city had recovered, save the ever looming threat of the 'Face of Terror'. Several months passed, and a second quake struck, and much like before damage was minimal and reports of 'masks' started cropping up, this time, in much greater numbers.
Aria sank lower in this time, she maintained her 'upbeat front' but depression was starting to kick in. The second quake had destroyed the dance studio she went to, and her singing instructor lay comatose after a break in went bad, so her dream effectively lay dead, depressed, and robbed what she felt was the chance to get out of her brothers shadows for once, she took a walk. On her walk she saw a crow, not unusual by it self but she started seeing them in far greater numbers then she was used to seeing, and with nothing else to do followed them.
as what would usually happen, she'd get to close and they'd fly away, the difference this time was, they'd stop and wait for her to catch up. The Murder of crows lead her to the wreckage of one of the abandoned buildings from one of the quakes. As she approached she heard a voice in her head, "So your the one they brought to me? Hmmm ... come closer child.". For the life of her she doesn't know why she listened, but she went into the building, and there, on the counter she found a mask, black, with gold Celtic markings on it, whats more she felt as though she was being watched by something "Yes, you'll do nicely, far better then the trash that think I would grant power to people of such base desires." The voice spoke again, this time sounding more smug, but Aria knew it was the mask that was some how talking to her "Come child, put me on, and I will show you things you only dared dream of." Aria picked up the mask, feeling she had nothing to lose from complying, she put it on and blacked out. When she 'woke up' the sun had set and she was standing on one of the decorative gargoyles, fairly high up "I can grant you your hearts truest wish, all you need to do, is trust me." Aria surprised as she was felt no fear, despite being up high enough the fall was instant death. She felt 'powerful', 'Trust you?' Aria thought 'I suppose it can't hurt' she thought, accepting the masks offer, and dived off her perch, and flew into the night.
Gender: Female
Appearance: Aria stands 5'11" has a light tan and is in decent physical condition. She has long black hair she wears down and blue eyes. she tends to favor a more 'tomboyish' look in terms of clothing, jeans, t-shirt or tank top, and boots.
Putting on the mask has several effects, firstly the eyes turn silver, and secondly the wearer sprouts wings like a raven's, allowing the wearer to fly.
If Morrighan has control for an extend length of time her dress will be more formal'
Personality:Aria is usually a kind, upbeat, as well as polite person, even around people she dislikes.
Skills: Cooking, Dancing, Singing. Morrighan is teaching her to fight with her preferred weapons
Weapon: Any bladed thing she wants due to the masks power, but favors ether a Long Sword or Spear
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Mask Appearance: The mask it self smooth, lacking a mouth, or any facial detail except eye slots, is black in color with gold detailing along the edges, around the eyes, on the 'cheeks' the design of a raven's head, all in a Celtic style.
Alter-ego name:Morrighan
Alternate personality: Morrighan is silent most the time, opting to let the wearer act and speak for them selves, how ever this does not leave the wear free of her influence. Morrighan strips away all false hoods of a person personality, leaving the wearers true self bare.
When Morrighan does speak, she's very cold and detached, with an air of superiority
Power: The power Morrighan provides has been dubbed 'Blade Works', allowing the use to forge any bladed weapon, or even a shield from pure golden energy. (the weapons created have the same strength and cutting power as a steel equivalent crafted by a master smith) Aria can also form a blade from small 'portals' and can form several of these portals ad once, at present the need to be anchored to the wall, floor or ceiling. If Morrighan has control she lacks this limitation
(Side Note: With or with out the mask on, crows and ravens are drawn to and tend gather around it)
Bio: Aria was born second of three in the Valentine family and is the only girl. While her mother showed her children equal affection, her father paid her very little mind, instead focusing on his sons, leaving Aria to compete for attention from her mother. her childhood other wise was fairly normal, school, fights with her brothers and so on.
Her family moved to Ascension when she was ten due to a better job opportunity for her father. Middle school was uneventful, High School was even less so, her brothers getting all the attention once more, though by this point she stopped caring. Aria pursued her own interest, which was dancing as well as taking singing lessons, Intent on going for a career in music.
Then the quake came, and the Face of Terror shortly after to terrorize the still recovering city. Aria and her family weren't 'directly' effected in that nether the quake or the masked lunatic harmed them, but Aria and her brothers had friends that where and tended to them. but weeks rolled by and soon the city had recovered, save the ever looming threat of the 'Face of Terror'. Several months passed, and a second quake struck, and much like before damage was minimal and reports of 'masks' started cropping up, this time, in much greater numbers.
Aria sank lower in this time, she maintained her 'upbeat front' but depression was starting to kick in. The second quake had destroyed the dance studio she went to, and her singing instructor lay comatose after a break in went bad, so her dream effectively lay dead, depressed, and robbed what she felt was the chance to get out of her brothers shadows for once, she took a walk. On her walk she saw a crow, not unusual by it self but she started seeing them in far greater numbers then she was used to seeing, and with nothing else to do followed them.
as what would usually happen, she'd get to close and they'd fly away, the difference this time was, they'd stop and wait for her to catch up. The Murder of crows lead her to the wreckage of one of the abandoned buildings from one of the quakes. As she approached she heard a voice in her head, "So your the one they brought to me? Hmmm ... come closer child.". For the life of her she doesn't know why she listened, but she went into the building, and there, on the counter she found a mask, black, with gold Celtic markings on it, whats more she felt as though she was being watched by something "Yes, you'll do nicely, far better then the trash that think I would grant power to people of such base desires." The voice spoke again, this time sounding more smug, but Aria knew it was the mask that was some how talking to her "Come child, put me on, and I will show you things you only dared dream of." Aria picked up the mask, feeling she had nothing to lose from complying, she put it on and blacked out. When she 'woke up' the sun had set and she was standing on one of the decorative gargoyles, fairly high up "I can grant you your hearts truest wish, all you need to do, is trust me." Aria surprised as she was felt no fear, despite being up high enough the fall was instant death. She felt 'powerful', 'Trust you?' Aria thought 'I suppose it can't hurt' she thought, accepting the masks offer, and dived off her perch, and flew into the night.
done, i guess.
Ooh, I'm interested. I've got submissions into two other RP's I'm working on right now, but when those are done, I'll be coming up with one.
Quick question before I leave: Was this inspired by Hotline Miami?
Additional question via editing: Is the title in the first post a reference to Dune?
Quick question before I leave: Was this inspired by Hotline Miami?
Additional question via editing: Is the title in the first post a reference to Dune?
Nopedeathbydeath said:
And I've never seen Dune. Oddly.
Also, I should start picking stuff out soon.
Make sure to not start picking out characters until mine's up. Working on him now.Shadowstar38 said:
Name: Lloyd Crocker
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: Has medium-cut red hair, brown eyes and possesses a thin lanky figure. Favors wearing a vanilla white suit with a light blue shirt-vest underneath, a black tie, a white fedora and a pair of black leather shoes. When donning his mask, he?ll usually be wearing a gold-trimmed black suit/coat with wool gloves instead.
Personality: Selfish and clever. Generally looks out for himself first and others second. Despite being smart, he can be a bit of a cocky loudmouth at times. Fond of wisecracking.
Skills: Good at haggling, persuasion, managing numbers and thinking on his feet. Also has a decent amount of contacts within the city.
Weapon: None
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Mask Appearance: Coal black round mask with an odd glasslike feel to it. Has three gold-circled eyeholes, the third being over the forehead above the brow. The third eyehole glows with light when worn.
Alter-ego name: Seer
Alternate personality: Very cryptic, speaking in riddles and metaphor much of the time. Tends to be highly pragmatic, arrogant and stoic,
Power: Can read the minds of others. Able to scan surface thoughts on a whim, but needs to be facing a person directly in order to delve deeper into their mind, uncovering memories and whatnot.
Bio: While most people in Ascension grew up with luxurious lives due to the city?s signature prosperity and peace, Lloyd did not. His family was among the few impoverished ones in the city. The boy lived in poor conditions as his parents were broke almost all of the time. One day, Lloyd?s home caught fire while his mother and father were inside.
Left without a home or parents, Lloyd was forced to live on the streets during his adolescence. Thinking smart and picking up skills along the way, the boy managed to make a decent living on his own. He learned how to cheat and became a hustler, scamming people out of their money by rigging bets. As he gradually piled up cash from his scams Lloyd continued to make friends among fellow impoverished folks around the city.
Eventually Lloyd thought that he wasn?t making enough cash to be pleased with ? and decide that he was either going to make it big or flop on his face. Literally gambling everything on the roll of a die, the boy went to a casino with all the money he had and made the bet of his life. Luckily for Lloyd he managed to win the gamble. Finding himself with more than he had ever seen in his life and drunk on the arrogance of his self-believed genius, he made another gamble by using his cash to become a businessman.
Lloyd invested his money in opening a candy store, as he had a friend who claimed that he contacts with a company who manufactured candy products. However it turned out that the company only supplied one snack product ? candy corn. Lloyd was forced to make his entire living by selling off candy corn in Ascension?s midtown, with a store dubbed Crocker?s Candy. Through the use of street smarts, clever advertisement, haggling, tight business practices and sheer luck, Lloyd managed to keep his store afloat for many years. But as he continued to make negative profit, he found his future becoming dimmer and dimmer.
Yet as time passed, something happened. An earthquake occurred ? and following with it came rumours of a masked demon and a sudden spike in crime rates. Like all others, Lloyd thought fearfully of these omens. However this change would prove quite beneficial for Lloyd, much to his surprise. As the weeks after the earthquake passed, odd people started coming to his store. People with packages, telling Llyod that they knew a friend of his ? and wanted their package hidden away somewhere, or given to someone, or left in the drain pipe of some alley. As Lloyd did as they told him, he received envelopes of money. Soon friends from his street days started showing up at the Crocker?s Candy, wearing fine clothes and waving around bills like they were fans. They would invite him to hang with some of their newer friends, and have Lloyd rig bets or gambling games for them.
Before he knew it Lloyd was a criminal associate. As he started making bigger bucks he decided that he needed to expand his store. Crocker?s Candy was transformed into a fullscale holiday store ? selling not just candy corn, but all sorts of sugar treats, nog drinks, fireworks, festival eggs, flowers and masks. As the anniversary marking the day of the earthquake passed by, Lloyd came across something mysterious along the road. A mask with three eyeholes. At first the man thought nothing of it, and planned on putting the thing for sale in his store. But when he put on the mask, Lloyd soon realized its power to read the minds of others.
Realizing the potential of the mask, Lloyd donned a gold-trimmed attire to match his mask and called some of his criminal friends together. They went into a casino, the same one Lloyd had won his first big gamble as a teen, and when they left the place needed to file for bankruptcy. Lloyd spent his earnings on expanding his store even further. Through his money and contacts, Crocker?s Candy has evolved from a single store to a city-wide holiday chain in under three weeks.
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: Has medium-cut red hair, brown eyes and possesses a thin lanky figure. Favors wearing a vanilla white suit with a light blue shirt-vest underneath, a black tie, a white fedora and a pair of black leather shoes. When donning his mask, he?ll usually be wearing a gold-trimmed black suit/coat with wool gloves instead.
Personality: Selfish and clever. Generally looks out for himself first and others second. Despite being smart, he can be a bit of a cocky loudmouth at times. Fond of wisecracking.
Skills: Good at haggling, persuasion, managing numbers and thinking on his feet. Also has a decent amount of contacts within the city.
Weapon: None
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Mask Appearance: Coal black round mask with an odd glasslike feel to it. Has three gold-circled eyeholes, the third being over the forehead above the brow. The third eyehole glows with light when worn.
Alter-ego name: Seer
Alternate personality: Very cryptic, speaking in riddles and metaphor much of the time. Tends to be highly pragmatic, arrogant and stoic,
Power: Can read the minds of others. Able to scan surface thoughts on a whim, but needs to be facing a person directly in order to delve deeper into their mind, uncovering memories and whatnot.
Bio: While most people in Ascension grew up with luxurious lives due to the city?s signature prosperity and peace, Lloyd did not. His family was among the few impoverished ones in the city. The boy lived in poor conditions as his parents were broke almost all of the time. One day, Lloyd?s home caught fire while his mother and father were inside.
Left without a home or parents, Lloyd was forced to live on the streets during his adolescence. Thinking smart and picking up skills along the way, the boy managed to make a decent living on his own. He learned how to cheat and became a hustler, scamming people out of their money by rigging bets. As he gradually piled up cash from his scams Lloyd continued to make friends among fellow impoverished folks around the city.
Eventually Lloyd thought that he wasn?t making enough cash to be pleased with ? and decide that he was either going to make it big or flop on his face. Literally gambling everything on the roll of a die, the boy went to a casino with all the money he had and made the bet of his life. Luckily for Lloyd he managed to win the gamble. Finding himself with more than he had ever seen in his life and drunk on the arrogance of his self-believed genius, he made another gamble by using his cash to become a businessman.
Lloyd invested his money in opening a candy store, as he had a friend who claimed that he contacts with a company who manufactured candy products. However it turned out that the company only supplied one snack product ? candy corn. Lloyd was forced to make his entire living by selling off candy corn in Ascension?s midtown, with a store dubbed Crocker?s Candy. Through the use of street smarts, clever advertisement, haggling, tight business practices and sheer luck, Lloyd managed to keep his store afloat for many years. But as he continued to make negative profit, he found his future becoming dimmer and dimmer.
Yet as time passed, something happened. An earthquake occurred ? and following with it came rumours of a masked demon and a sudden spike in crime rates. Like all others, Lloyd thought fearfully of these omens. However this change would prove quite beneficial for Lloyd, much to his surprise. As the weeks after the earthquake passed, odd people started coming to his store. People with packages, telling Llyod that they knew a friend of his ? and wanted their package hidden away somewhere, or given to someone, or left in the drain pipe of some alley. As Lloyd did as they told him, he received envelopes of money. Soon friends from his street days started showing up at the Crocker?s Candy, wearing fine clothes and waving around bills like they were fans. They would invite him to hang with some of their newer friends, and have Lloyd rig bets or gambling games for them.
Before he knew it Lloyd was a criminal associate. As he started making bigger bucks he decided that he needed to expand his store. Crocker?s Candy was transformed into a fullscale holiday store ? selling not just candy corn, but all sorts of sugar treats, nog drinks, fireworks, festival eggs, flowers and masks. As the anniversary marking the day of the earthquake passed by, Lloyd came across something mysterious along the road. A mask with three eyeholes. At first the man thought nothing of it, and planned on putting the thing for sale in his store. But when he put on the mask, Lloyd soon realized its power to read the minds of others.
Realizing the potential of the mask, Lloyd donned a gold-trimmed attire to match his mask and called some of his criminal friends together. They went into a casino, the same one Lloyd had won his first big gamble as a teen, and when they left the place needed to file for bankruptcy. Lloyd spent his earnings on expanding his store even further. Through his money and contacts, Crocker?s Candy has evolved from a single store to a city-wide holiday chain in under three weeks.
Name: Dr. Odessa Mehan
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Appearance: Fairly plain woman. Usually wears a pair of black jeans with a snarky T-shirt (changes from day to day, but usually something like a long list oxymorons or a shirt that says 'Do not meddle in the affairs of Dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.") The only striking feature about her is her hair, which she has set up into a shoulder-length ponytail. She also wears a pair of blue steampunk-style glasses, just because.
Personality: She's usually fairly bubbly and cheerful, but... its an act, she's really a bitter cynic under the surface. Even when she's putting on her 'happy' act, some of her cynicism seeps through.
Skills: Competent Computer Hacker, Expert Marksmen, Amateur Parkourist
Weapon: A well-maintained sniper rifle (it still works just as well as a normal one, but due to the weird kinds of repairs she has had to do on it since 'The Sundering' as she calls it... her rifle now looks like half of it was scavenged from a military arsenal, and the other half from the random detritus lying around in the ruined city), and for close-range attack/defense, she carries a dagger she forged out of smelted broken shards of bulletproof one-way mirror glass and a small pipe (due to the smelting, the glass serves as more for reinforcing the blunt edge of the weapon than as a cutting edge).
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Mask Appearance: Her Mask normally looks like a cartoony whitish-gray smiley face. When worn, it looks the same, but it changes her clothing with a long , white and black flowing dress that seems to hover and float around in the air, moving in random directions. When she's been 'enraged,' the dress freezes at whatever position its currently in, slowing her down (or in some cases, all but completely immobilizing her), and her mask loses what few features it had, becoming completely blank.
Alter-ego name: The Lady of Mist
Alternate personality: After putting her mask on, she becomes much more bubbly than usual, and more to the point, it seems to be genuine cheerfulness. This sudden burst of cheerfulness usually goes past 'diabetes inducing' and straight into 'downright creepy'. When 'enraged', she becomes much quieter, and much colder. When she does speak, its usually only to tear her opponents a new one
Power: In 'normal' mode, she becomes much more skilled at parkour, she's a lot more agile (not quite 'dodging bullets', but close), and is a much better shot than normal. When in 'enraged' mode, her movement is severely slowed down (if not almost completely immobilized), but her altered clothing now serves as an incredible thick armor; easily deflects or turns away any kind of conventional attacks - normal guns, melee attacks without any kind of super strength behind them, etc. While in this 'enraged' mode, there is a chance that her rage will build up until her new 'armor' explodes off of her, and due to the fact that while in this state, it is usually very hard to calm her down, she becomes living time bomb. The blast won't kill her, but it will (without fail) knock her out. See notes section for my proposal on exactly how this 'rage' system would work for her.
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Bio: Odessa was born into a poor neighborhood in Ascension, where she quickly learned - in her free time after school - how to climb buildings. She was bullied a fair bit in middle and high school, due to her plain appearance, and her brilliant mind for science and computers. Her aptitude for same eventually got her a full scholarship at MIT. She got a Bachelors in Forensic Science, a Masters in Computer Science, and a Doctorate in Engineering in about 12 years after she left high school. She came back to Ascension, and got a job working for the city's team of civil engineers. It payed well, and it was a really important job, but... she still found herself getting bored from time to time. After a while, she started hacking into her co-workers' computers for fun, leaving little joke messages behind, nothing serious. Overall though, she had a pretty good life.
Then the earthquakes wrecked the city. A lot of the buildings and infrastructure she'd help design (some she even designed herself) fell apart, and a lot of people died as a result. Even though the earthquakes were complete flukes that no one could have prepared for, Odessa does blame herself somewhat. It isn't quite an obsession, but... it does sink her into a crippling depression every now and then. For the most part, she's spent her time after the cataclysm and the apparent invasion by demonic forces just trying to survive. Until... she got her mask. Now... she's determined to kill off every single son of a ***** that thinks they can just ruin what's left of her city just because they're feeling like Nietzsche Wannabees at the moment.
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Notes: On the whole 'Rage' thing. I've tried to be fairly creative with the 'power' it gives her. As for how it functions... everytime she's injured in combat while wearing the mask, there's a chance that she'll go into 'rage' mode. (just a basic will save) As for her 'Rage Armor Explosion'... well, her rage is continually building by that point even though she is generally resisting it. When actively resisting (I will clearly indicate what she is doing in OOC spoilers when relevant), she gets a +2 bonus on her will save, and when not... -3 on will save to keep her from going into an explosive rage. Seem fair?
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Appearance: Fairly plain woman. Usually wears a pair of black jeans with a snarky T-shirt (changes from day to day, but usually something like a long list oxymorons or a shirt that says 'Do not meddle in the affairs of Dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.") The only striking feature about her is her hair, which she has set up into a shoulder-length ponytail. She also wears a pair of blue steampunk-style glasses, just because.
Personality: She's usually fairly bubbly and cheerful, but... its an act, she's really a bitter cynic under the surface. Even when she's putting on her 'happy' act, some of her cynicism seeps through.
Skills: Competent Computer Hacker, Expert Marksmen, Amateur Parkourist
Weapon: A well-maintained sniper rifle (it still works just as well as a normal one, but due to the weird kinds of repairs she has had to do on it since 'The Sundering' as she calls it... her rifle now looks like half of it was scavenged from a military arsenal, and the other half from the random detritus lying around in the ruined city), and for close-range attack/defense, she carries a dagger she forged out of smelted broken shards of bulletproof one-way mirror glass and a small pipe (due to the smelting, the glass serves as more for reinforcing the blunt edge of the weapon than as a cutting edge).
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Mask Appearance: Her Mask normally looks like a cartoony whitish-gray smiley face. When worn, it looks the same, but it changes her clothing with a long , white and black flowing dress that seems to hover and float around in the air, moving in random directions. When she's been 'enraged,' the dress freezes at whatever position its currently in, slowing her down (or in some cases, all but completely immobilizing her), and her mask loses what few features it had, becoming completely blank.
Alter-ego name: The Lady of Mist
Alternate personality: After putting her mask on, she becomes much more bubbly than usual, and more to the point, it seems to be genuine cheerfulness. This sudden burst of cheerfulness usually goes past 'diabetes inducing' and straight into 'downright creepy'. When 'enraged', she becomes much quieter, and much colder. When she does speak, its usually only to tear her opponents a new one
Power: In 'normal' mode, she becomes much more skilled at parkour, she's a lot more agile (not quite 'dodging bullets', but close), and is a much better shot than normal. When in 'enraged' mode, her movement is severely slowed down (if not almost completely immobilized), but her altered clothing now serves as an incredible thick armor; easily deflects or turns away any kind of conventional attacks - normal guns, melee attacks without any kind of super strength behind them, etc. While in this 'enraged' mode, there is a chance that her rage will build up until her new 'armor' explodes off of her, and due to the fact that while in this state, it is usually very hard to calm her down, she becomes living time bomb. The blast won't kill her, but it will (without fail) knock her out. See notes section for my proposal on exactly how this 'rage' system would work for her.
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Bio: Odessa was born into a poor neighborhood in Ascension, where she quickly learned - in her free time after school - how to climb buildings. She was bullied a fair bit in middle and high school, due to her plain appearance, and her brilliant mind for science and computers. Her aptitude for same eventually got her a full scholarship at MIT. She got a Bachelors in Forensic Science, a Masters in Computer Science, and a Doctorate in Engineering in about 12 years after she left high school. She came back to Ascension, and got a job working for the city's team of civil engineers. It payed well, and it was a really important job, but... she still found herself getting bored from time to time. After a while, she started hacking into her co-workers' computers for fun, leaving little joke messages behind, nothing serious. Overall though, she had a pretty good life.
Then the earthquakes wrecked the city. A lot of the buildings and infrastructure she'd help design (some she even designed herself) fell apart, and a lot of people died as a result. Even though the earthquakes were complete flukes that no one could have prepared for, Odessa does blame herself somewhat. It isn't quite an obsession, but... it does sink her into a crippling depression every now and then. For the most part, she's spent her time after the cataclysm and the apparent invasion by demonic forces just trying to survive. Until... she got her mask. Now... she's determined to kill off every single son of a ***** that thinks they can just ruin what's left of her city just because they're feeling like Nietzsche Wannabees at the moment.
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Notes: On the whole 'Rage' thing. I've tried to be fairly creative with the 'power' it gives her. As for how it functions... everytime she's injured in combat while wearing the mask, there's a chance that she'll go into 'rage' mode. (just a basic will save) As for her 'Rage Armor Explosion'... well, her rage is continually building by that point even though she is generally resisting it. When actively resisting (I will clearly indicate what she is doing in OOC spoilers when relevant), she gets a +2 bonus on her will save, and when not... -3 on will save to keep her from going into an explosive rage. Seem fair?
Name: Alaia Marie de la Cruz
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance: Fair brown skin, brown hair, brown eyes. Almost everything about her is brown. Even her clothing, which comes in faded shades of brown. Apart from the brown, minor splots of black oil can be seem on her clothing.Adorned in casual clothing, she is never seen without a black shoulder bag which contains her wrench collection, or a headband that keeps her long fringe out of her eyes. She is fond of wearing beaded hair barrettes, such as this [http://s6.thisnext.com/media/largest_dimension/8DF267CB.jpg] but only because it adds a hint of a colour to her otherwise drab appearance.
Personality: Regularly, she?s just an upbright youth - full of life and hope of the future. But that simply masks the sadness from the recent death of her father. Nevertheless, she tries her best to stay upbeat and upbright, as her mother needs her support. Alaia herself is a committed Christian and tries to follow Jesus? example, though Alaia is pressed to show kindness to others that she deems worthy of her compassion and does not force her faith into others. Other than that, she seems like a fairly normal person.
Skills: Being a mechanic, she is skilled with fixing cars and whatnot. Give her a wreck of a car and by morning it?ll be polished and all, ready to go. But if you find yourself trying to haggle for a cheap price, then you?ll find yourself up against a brick wall. Additionally, she is skilled with fixing things in general, other than cars, but when it comes to computer, Alaia would rather leave it to the experts. She also has a smart head on her shoulders, though not a genius, which is partly due to her lack of university education.
Weapon: Monkey wrench.
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Mask Appearance: A gaping mouth that almost looks like it?s crying out in pain and sad eyes to accompany it. The mouth and nose are adorned in white, with a golden border separating it from the upper parts of the face , which is adorned in a reddish-brown colour. There is some wear on the mask, almost like it is an antique from ages forgotten. This can be seen particularly on the bridge of the nose, where cracks can be seen. While the mask is worn, clear liquid can be seen running down the cheeks, giving it a varnish-like sheen.
Alter-ego name: The Tragedian
Alternate personality: Having gone through enough of its own tragedies, The Tragedian is more than willing to inflict them on others, often with ironic consequences. The Tragedian is overdramatic and outspoken, regularly bursting out long soliloquies about cruel fate, etc. When Alaia puts on the mask, this personality takes over with her only as a side character to the show, as it were. The Tragedian is fond of pun and the like, but never seems to be a manic character. The Tragedian always speaks with a dour voice, with deadpan delivery.
Power: Along with regular enhancements, with the mask of The Tragedian comes the power to induce utter despair into anyone or anything with emotions, turning into depressed wrecks. This is the main power of the mask. The other power is channeling the negative emotions of others into creatures, living manifestations of the hate, sadness, fear, anger, hatred, doubt or despair of the individual. These creatures vary per individual and per level of negative emotion that the individual has. For example, someone happy with their lot in life would create but a tiny imp.
Bio: Born and raised in Ascension, to two loving parents. Her childhood, in summary, was happy but safe, as her parents stopped her from going off on wild adventures in the garage. However, her father, in contrast to her mother, was more than happy to let her play there. They quickly bonded and Alaia quickly fell in love with the nitty-gritty world of the mechanic.Adamant that she would become one like her father and already with the skills needed to do so, she was tempted to drop out of education early, but her mother convinced her to at least go through high school in other to get some education.
High school passed by without a hitch, with Alaia getting average grades, and so did the years afterwards, since working in the autoshop was so enjoying, as she was doing what she loved. However, there was an end to this peaceful period of her life. With the first earthquake, the road outside the autoshop split open, while her father was driving to it, causing a car accident that would spell his death. The rise of the Face of Terror only made things worse. With a distraught mother and an ailing city, she prayed for deliverance, for her and her mother. That no more bad things would come her way and that the Face of Terror would be dealt with.
Three weeks later, another earthquake shook the city. Alaia thought her prayers has gone unheard, but outside the autoshop, in the very same crack left by the previous earthquake was a mask. A mask that spoke in a sweet, but dour tongue. A mask that spoke of understanding the plight of her father and of power that could stop the Face of Terror. Alaia accepted the mask?s offer compulsively. Whatever would stop the Face of Terror?s reign of terror over Ascension. Whatever could offer understanding and solace in these hard times. Now, she hopes to stop the Face of Terror with the power of the mask of The Tragedian.
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance: Fair brown skin, brown hair, brown eyes. Almost everything about her is brown. Even her clothing, which comes in faded shades of brown. Apart from the brown, minor splots of black oil can be seem on her clothing.Adorned in casual clothing, she is never seen without a black shoulder bag which contains her wrench collection, or a headband that keeps her long fringe out of her eyes. She is fond of wearing beaded hair barrettes, such as this [http://s6.thisnext.com/media/largest_dimension/8DF267CB.jpg] but only because it adds a hint of a colour to her otherwise drab appearance.
Personality: Regularly, she?s just an upbright youth - full of life and hope of the future. But that simply masks the sadness from the recent death of her father. Nevertheless, she tries her best to stay upbeat and upbright, as her mother needs her support. Alaia herself is a committed Christian and tries to follow Jesus? example, though Alaia is pressed to show kindness to others that she deems worthy of her compassion and does not force her faith into others. Other than that, she seems like a fairly normal person.
Skills: Being a mechanic, she is skilled with fixing cars and whatnot. Give her a wreck of a car and by morning it?ll be polished and all, ready to go. But if you find yourself trying to haggle for a cheap price, then you?ll find yourself up against a brick wall. Additionally, she is skilled with fixing things in general, other than cars, but when it comes to computer, Alaia would rather leave it to the experts. She also has a smart head on her shoulders, though not a genius, which is partly due to her lack of university education.
Weapon: Monkey wrench.
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Mask Appearance: A gaping mouth that almost looks like it?s crying out in pain and sad eyes to accompany it. The mouth and nose are adorned in white, with a golden border separating it from the upper parts of the face , which is adorned in a reddish-brown colour. There is some wear on the mask, almost like it is an antique from ages forgotten. This can be seen particularly on the bridge of the nose, where cracks can be seen. While the mask is worn, clear liquid can be seen running down the cheeks, giving it a varnish-like sheen.
Alter-ego name: The Tragedian
Alternate personality: Having gone through enough of its own tragedies, The Tragedian is more than willing to inflict them on others, often with ironic consequences. The Tragedian is overdramatic and outspoken, regularly bursting out long soliloquies about cruel fate, etc. When Alaia puts on the mask, this personality takes over with her only as a side character to the show, as it were. The Tragedian is fond of pun and the like, but never seems to be a manic character. The Tragedian always speaks with a dour voice, with deadpan delivery.
Power: Along with regular enhancements, with the mask of The Tragedian comes the power to induce utter despair into anyone or anything with emotions, turning into depressed wrecks. This is the main power of the mask. The other power is channeling the negative emotions of others into creatures, living manifestations of the hate, sadness, fear, anger, hatred, doubt or despair of the individual. These creatures vary per individual and per level of negative emotion that the individual has. For example, someone happy with their lot in life would create but a tiny imp.
Bio: Born and raised in Ascension, to two loving parents. Her childhood, in summary, was happy but safe, as her parents stopped her from going off on wild adventures in the garage. However, her father, in contrast to her mother, was more than happy to let her play there. They quickly bonded and Alaia quickly fell in love with the nitty-gritty world of the mechanic.Adamant that she would become one like her father and already with the skills needed to do so, she was tempted to drop out of education early, but her mother convinced her to at least go through high school in other to get some education.
High school passed by without a hitch, with Alaia getting average grades, and so did the years afterwards, since working in the autoshop was so enjoying, as she was doing what she loved. However, there was an end to this peaceful period of her life. With the first earthquake, the road outside the autoshop split open, while her father was driving to it, causing a car accident that would spell his death. The rise of the Face of Terror only made things worse. With a distraught mother and an ailing city, she prayed for deliverance, for her and her mother. That no more bad things would come her way and that the Face of Terror would be dealt with.
Three weeks later, another earthquake shook the city. Alaia thought her prayers has gone unheard, but outside the autoshop, in the very same crack left by the previous earthquake was a mask. A mask that spoke in a sweet, but dour tongue. A mask that spoke of understanding the plight of her father and of power that could stop the Face of Terror. Alaia accepted the mask?s offer compulsively. Whatever would stop the Face of Terror?s reign of terror over Ascension. Whatever could offer understanding and solace in these hard times. Now, she hopes to stop the Face of Terror with the power of the mask of The Tragedian.
Apolgises for the lateness, I hope I'm not too late.
Name: Natasha ?Tasha? Corbin
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Appearance: Haggard, overworked and sagging are all word you could describe her, but the one that truly comes to mind when you spot poor Tasha is tired. She has just stopped caring and let herself go appearance wise. Colour has seemed to have forgotten her completely, pale skin and an anaemic wardrobe of faded clothes, most of which have yet to see the light of day after being bought compulsively. Her hair is greying but still mostly brown and has been messily tied back in a knotted ponytail and matching brown eyes. She used to have quite the figure however, just like her choice in clothes she gave up on maintaining that as well, now she is more plump than she would like to be.
Personality: A complete defeatist, Tasha neither, take pride in what she does, or enjoys it. Instead she is content with just getting through the day to day tedium, waking up, work, watching her social life flounder even further into oblivion and going home. However since the panic of the original earthquake, she found herself looking for thrills. Wanting to try and reenact to rush of adrenaline that day, and the fear inducing panic of near death. For that she has her mask. Putting it on to experience those high octane emotions again, but finding herself becoming addicted to it?s effects.
Skills: Being a secretary or office temp doesn't lead to many viable skills in the field, however years of filing and doing paperwork has lead to her being able for her to recognise systems and patterns. Recognising this one small talent she has, she took up amateur cryptography as a hobby. Other than that she has a small knowledge of how to fix a computer if goes wrong i.e. turning it off and on again, has impressive ITC skills and type upwards of 80 words per minute. After the first sighting of the so called ? Face of Terror?, Tasha took up self defence classes in a frivolous hope that if she did encounter this masked man that she would be able to fight him off.
Weapon: Baseball bats are preferred but once in a fight anything could become a viable weapon for her to use.
Mask Appearance: Lighthearted looking at first, this mask embellishes a wicked looking false grin caught in the web of mania and denial. The center part of the mask is white and the outer part is a navy blue. The colours are fissured by an ornate golden ribbon running from the chin in an elliptical shape towards the forehead, ending in a circular, decorative swirl. Like an antique the mask shows it age, cracks can most predominately be seen around the outer corners of the eyes and at the tips of it?s cheeky grin. While the mask is worn the hollows of the mouth and eyes turn featurelessly black, if you dare to look into its eyes you would be looking into the abyss of madness.
Alter-ego name: The Comedian
Alternate personality: Always vying to show others the ?bright side of life? The Comedian is insanely optimistic. Spouting how it could always be worse; instead of having needles digging into eyes, you could be having your skin flayed off while still alive, insane, inaccurate, but true in The Comedian's twisted outlook. The life of the party, The Comedian is literally always bouncy about the room, constantly full of life and often fast talking and babbling nonsense, twisted jokes and sick lies, there may however be some wisdom in the madness.
Power: Like a berserker, but not. The further that Tasha give into the insanity of the mask, the more powerful she becomes. Increasing her strength, speed, agility and overall stamina. Unfortunately due to the nature of the power she also becomes vastly unpredictable and more and more unbalanced.
Bio: Born in the town of Ascension, her childhood was a disorganised one to say the least. Well, that?s par for the course when being raised by a single mother and a missing father. Soggy sandwiches, late suppers, missed matinees, the works. However, even with the less than great time in school, she got through school with middling to mediocre grades despite all of this.
Despite her aspirations to become something greater than what her mother had been, because of her less than exemplary grades she ended up doomed to the same dull secretarial work as her mother.Overworked and underpaid, Tasha soon stop caring altogether and simply wanted to save enough money for a decent retirement.
Then the earthquakes happened.
Her place of work was destroyed, so was the small apartment she had been living in. Forced to use her retirement fund as a means to live, recoup and recover, all that she had worked so desperately to have and keep were gone. Alternately she could've found somewhere else to stay, a friend, even her mother, or even the streets. However with the Face of Terror prowling the streets, she decided to find a new, even cheaper, even small apartment to rent.
One day she crawled out of the apartment to get some supplies, cautiously watching out for the dreaded Face of Terror or anyone else who wanted to take advantage of the city?s ruin. The walk to the collapsed supermarket was an uneventful one, though. Apart from that mask that promised to help her to be happy, something she lacked in her life.
She accepted the offer immediately and now is addicted to the adrenaline rush the mask provides.
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Appearance: Haggard, overworked and sagging are all word you could describe her, but the one that truly comes to mind when you spot poor Tasha is tired. She has just stopped caring and let herself go appearance wise. Colour has seemed to have forgotten her completely, pale skin and an anaemic wardrobe of faded clothes, most of which have yet to see the light of day after being bought compulsively. Her hair is greying but still mostly brown and has been messily tied back in a knotted ponytail and matching brown eyes. She used to have quite the figure however, just like her choice in clothes she gave up on maintaining that as well, now she is more plump than she would like to be.
Personality: A complete defeatist, Tasha neither, take pride in what she does, or enjoys it. Instead she is content with just getting through the day to day tedium, waking up, work, watching her social life flounder even further into oblivion and going home. However since the panic of the original earthquake, she found herself looking for thrills. Wanting to try and reenact to rush of adrenaline that day, and the fear inducing panic of near death. For that she has her mask. Putting it on to experience those high octane emotions again, but finding herself becoming addicted to it?s effects.
Skills: Being a secretary or office temp doesn't lead to many viable skills in the field, however years of filing and doing paperwork has lead to her being able for her to recognise systems and patterns. Recognising this one small talent she has, she took up amateur cryptography as a hobby. Other than that she has a small knowledge of how to fix a computer if goes wrong i.e. turning it off and on again, has impressive ITC skills and type upwards of 80 words per minute. After the first sighting of the so called ? Face of Terror?, Tasha took up self defence classes in a frivolous hope that if she did encounter this masked man that she would be able to fight him off.
Weapon: Baseball bats are preferred but once in a fight anything could become a viable weapon for her to use.
Mask Appearance: Lighthearted looking at first, this mask embellishes a wicked looking false grin caught in the web of mania and denial. The center part of the mask is white and the outer part is a navy blue. The colours are fissured by an ornate golden ribbon running from the chin in an elliptical shape towards the forehead, ending in a circular, decorative swirl. Like an antique the mask shows it age, cracks can most predominately be seen around the outer corners of the eyes and at the tips of it?s cheeky grin. While the mask is worn the hollows of the mouth and eyes turn featurelessly black, if you dare to look into its eyes you would be looking into the abyss of madness.
Alter-ego name: The Comedian
Alternate personality: Always vying to show others the ?bright side of life? The Comedian is insanely optimistic. Spouting how it could always be worse; instead of having needles digging into eyes, you could be having your skin flayed off while still alive, insane, inaccurate, but true in The Comedian's twisted outlook. The life of the party, The Comedian is literally always bouncy about the room, constantly full of life and often fast talking and babbling nonsense, twisted jokes and sick lies, there may however be some wisdom in the madness.
Power: Like a berserker, but not. The further that Tasha give into the insanity of the mask, the more powerful she becomes. Increasing her strength, speed, agility and overall stamina. Unfortunately due to the nature of the power she also becomes vastly unpredictable and more and more unbalanced.
Bio: Born in the town of Ascension, her childhood was a disorganised one to say the least. Well, that?s par for the course when being raised by a single mother and a missing father. Soggy sandwiches, late suppers, missed matinees, the works. However, even with the less than great time in school, she got through school with middling to mediocre grades despite all of this.
Despite her aspirations to become something greater than what her mother had been, because of her less than exemplary grades she ended up doomed to the same dull secretarial work as her mother.Overworked and underpaid, Tasha soon stop caring altogether and simply wanted to save enough money for a decent retirement.
Then the earthquakes happened.
Her place of work was destroyed, so was the small apartment she had been living in. Forced to use her retirement fund as a means to live, recoup and recover, all that she had worked so desperately to have and keep were gone. Alternately she could've found somewhere else to stay, a friend, even her mother, or even the streets. However with the Face of Terror prowling the streets, she decided to find a new, even cheaper, even small apartment to rent.
One day she crawled out of the apartment to get some supplies, cautiously watching out for the dreaded Face of Terror or anyone else who wanted to take advantage of the city?s ruin. The walk to the collapsed supermarket was an uneventful one, though. Apart from that mask that promised to help her to be happy, something she lacked in her life.
She accepted the offer immediately and now is addicted to the adrenaline rush the mask provides.