Post by Rico Red on Aug 1, 2009 17:51:17 GMT -6
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Your Character:[/b]
Appearance: He has blonde hair, that goes down messily to his shoulders. His eyes are white, with a calm sort of look to them. He wears a large, black sort-of cowboy hat, with a red tinge to it. He voice is deep, with a sort of amused addition to it, yet still humorless.
He wears a red vest, over a black well-tailored shirt, and black jeans. His boots are black, with silver additions. His face doesn’t usually show much emotion, save a cruelly amused smile. Others of his form have different features, to try and hide they look the same, like dying hair and coloured contacts.
Picture: I’ll try and find one
Celeb: Sean Bean
Name: Rico Red
Codename: X-Law
Age: 27
Apparent Age: 20
Date of Birth: September 21st
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Powers: Duplication, limited psychic powers, healing, and the ability to speedup his metabolism (making him a dangerous fighter)
Affiliation: Exile
Personality: He believes in true justice. On any side, if they attack, he will attack them in the exact same way. He will often speak or council with his other sides, themselves normally staying apart, trying to alter their appearance from his own.
He can’t stand what he feels, and will do anything to do what he sees as true justice. He does not see himself as part of the way, and will still attack any who do what he does.
Family: None
History: He was born in Tombstone, Arizona. His parents were also a mutant, and they were killed when he was very young, by opposition to their kind. His father had some psychic power; his mother could alter her metabolism. He was place in an orphanage. When it was clear he had mutant powers (Being able to multiply himself), he ran, joining with gangs. It was at this time when he started feeling his psychic power.
He could feel violence toward other mutants. Sometimes it was in a certain location, other times he could target where it was, other times it was all around the country. He felt it because his psychic powers were linked to natural survival, and the violence was a violation of nature.
In the gang, he found he had far-faster reflexes than others. In fact, he found others moved kind of slowly. He also found he had attraction to whips, and decided to wear a long, thin red one everywhere he went. He left the gang, resolving to confront what he felt, and use his power. He also found he had healing powers, when he realized none of his scars lasted long. He realized he couldn’t feel mutant violence in general, but only mutant violence toward other mutants. And when hunting down a member of the Brotherhood, he found he could withstand an otherwise lethal injury, though it took a while to heal. He seemed to have little limit to how many duplications he could make of himself, and kept many with him as body guards. He also uses them to surround a victim, only giving the victim a chance to shoot one of them.
Strengths:
Multiplying
Using his whip
Shooting
Sword-fighting
Being prepared
Weaknesses:
Making many enemies
Always going after someone, no matter what
Easily becoming distracted because of this
Being completely closed-minded
Sometimes thinking himself too prepared
RP Sample: (From another site, so may be confusing [no I do not always make them this long])
Bourne leaned back. In his curled-sided, black dragon-skinned, chair. Large flares; in a giant fireplace, to his right side, were the only crackles of light in the room. Bourne’s eyes penetrating the dark blotches–the other being in the room not acquiring further lighting. Bourne’s pale hands firmed upon the slanted sides of each armrest. His eyes now with a reflective glow from the quickly lowering blare of orange fire. His glare upon the sole being, who stood six feet from his eyes; but who met these eyes, without fear or emotion.
“My accounts show me you used to be an Auror,” Bourne said, to the figure, “So was I. Now that I recall it: I remember you well. I calculated each weakness of all the Aurors there, while I was working with them. As I calculated the Ministry, and all it’s security. They tell me they threw Peverell out of his chair, instantly replacing him with a far stronger man in a time of crisis. I imagine his only strength in such a position, would be in a time like this. It is wise of them. And I applaud they’re choice. As for you, I applaud you, just the same. You were a true replica of a genuine Auror. Never using the dark arts ever in your life-time, yet a fiery spear of the cause you served. A shame you didn’t see more action. I didn’t tell you I liked the Aurors, did I? The Aurors are a masterpiece in the art of warfare. A new type of knight. It was glorious to work with them, and an honor to fight them. I hope to create my own Aurors once I have the Ministry under the New Death Eaters. For now, I will have to do with you, and all your fellows I received during the battle. You, being apart of some of the most powerful wizards of this age, will not require as much training as others. And above all, most simply can not be talented enough to ever earn a position of Auror. They will simply lack the skill, no matter how much they learn. But you... you will be in the highest class of your kind. An Elite member.”
Bourne continued to look at the man before him. The man was dressed in a sort of gold garment, with a red cloak, and a red hood over it’s face. The lower part of it’s face was immobile in a frown. The higher part of it’s face was in shadows, the green light of it’s eyes gleaming threw the darkness. It’s arms folded; the feeling around it still telling it was ready for any attack.
Bourne was still in a relaxed form. Dressed in a black suit, with a triangular, heavily detailed coth chest plate, which also went up to make it’s own type of shoulder guards. He wore no hood or cloak, but had on two rugged, metal black boots; which were each inscribed with a symbol of a corel snake and a milk snake. Symbolizing the choice between a safe, and a lethal decision. Both of which nearly identical.
To greet this symbol, a red snake, with black and yellow bands slithered down, to Bourne’s neck. The window–which was nearly the entire wall behind Bourne’s chair–was open, leering in the black, quiet night. Allowing the snake to slip into the room, without disturbance. Bourne greeted the snake with his hand, not taking his eyes off the man who was an Auror.
“Hannibal,” Bourne said, “You bring me tidings? I missed you during the battle.”
Bourne listened to the snake for a moment, before speaking again.
“I had feared so. Then you do not know where it went? I wouldn’t have suspected you could, Demitrius would have made sure to seal against all, later in the trail. Or if he told them in person. Yet, it was of priceless value you learned of who is involved. If she knows, I can assume who else will, probably even the third. Separate the lock from the key, I suppose. However, what Demitrius may not understand; is that what truly matters, is who has what the lock is guarding. Rest for a few days, before continuing to serve me, Hannibal.”
Bourne now got up, leaving the snake in his chair, as Bourne walked to the great window. He sensed what was coming, from the slight tint in the dark, starless night. Bourne continued to walk, even as the window ended, stepping downward into the crisp air. Most wouldn’t have noticed the tint yet, but it grew in color. Then it seemed as though the cloud above Bourne was that of a sun rise, then it seemed the cloud could catch on fire, then something gigantic streamed down on Bourne. Looking as though it would mistake him for prey, a great bird of fire raced down, breaking suddenly strait over Bourne. Raising it’s wings to break the fall, it’s eyes wildly staring at anything in sight.
“My pet,” Said Bourne, “Scan the lands, and observe anything that can be found. Remain unseen, and remain high, so they may only see the orange tinges in the clouds. I wish to know all that is happening, and you can scan great areas quickly, even around the world. Go now, so none see you this night.”
At this, the bird hurtled back into the sky. Molting back threw the cloud it came out of, before the grey cloud could even move far away enough. Bourne gazed back up at the cloud, as it seemed to burn, then looked as though it were in a dusk, then finally only had a slight tinge.
Bourne retreated from the window before other clouds gained the slight difference in color, the change more noticeable in the night, naturally. He walked back into his office, the window doors shutting as he went where the man was still standing. He opened a cell that Dumbledore had used to store his pensive, and drew out a small egg, with a toad magically sealed on it.
As he went back to his chair, and moved his hand to summon the office table, a voice from the chair’s left could be heard.
“It’s been blocked, Headmaster,” Said a sly voice, though it was derailed into a sound of respect for a member of the Black family, and for fear of a dark lord.
“It does not surprise me, Finious.” Said Bourne, “It is the same case for those who have frames in the Ministry. It was most likely the first thing they did, after retreating.”
Bourne then hovered over the egg, as he placed it carefully on the table. He drew out his red wood wand, exposing his red dark mark for a moment, and touched the egg with it. The egg turned a light shade of green, before turning to it’s normal shade. He returned his wand, as the egg swayed. The point where the egg had tilted, something small and white punctured threw the brown shelling. Instead of expanding after this, it only continued to slide and cut across the surface. Soon, the tip of the egg was broken off, falling down like the top of a cylinder. Something dark green unraveled, apparently curled inside the small egg, so that it would fit. The thick bodies snake slithered forward, it’s mouth and eyes both closed, using it’s nostrils to sniff the air. The white spec being it’s only tooth, which hung outside it’s mouth. The snake then crawled back onto the egg shell it came from. It took on last sniff, before lunging it’s onto the toad. The snake struggled for a moment, for the toad was still attached to the shell. Before it tore it’s tooth threw the lowest part of the toad, and ripped all above it off, gulping down what it had of the toad upon first chance. It’s eyes not yet ready to perform the dangerous power they had, though the back of it’s head was already covered in a sort of scaly feathers one might find on a rooster. Bourne then returned the snake to the cabinet, for the shelter was also sound-proof. Saving the snake from distant rooster cries.
Your Self:
Name: Just call me Bourne
Age: 18, 19 in a couple days
Gender: Male
RP Experience: Since August 2007
Where did you find us? Ad on a Terminator forum
Do you have any other Characters on this site? Nopedy
Your Character:[/b]
Appearance: He has blonde hair, that goes down messily to his shoulders. His eyes are white, with a calm sort of look to them. He wears a large, black sort-of cowboy hat, with a red tinge to it. He voice is deep, with a sort of amused addition to it, yet still humorless.
He wears a red vest, over a black well-tailored shirt, and black jeans. His boots are black, with silver additions. His face doesn’t usually show much emotion, save a cruelly amused smile. Others of his form have different features, to try and hide they look the same, like dying hair and coloured contacts.
Picture: I’ll try and find one
Celeb: Sean Bean
Name: Rico Red
Codename: X-Law
Age: 27
Apparent Age: 20
Date of Birth: September 21st
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Powers: Duplication, limited psychic powers, healing, and the ability to speedup his metabolism (making him a dangerous fighter)
Affiliation: Exile
Personality: He believes in true justice. On any side, if they attack, he will attack them in the exact same way. He will often speak or council with his other sides, themselves normally staying apart, trying to alter their appearance from his own.
He can’t stand what he feels, and will do anything to do what he sees as true justice. He does not see himself as part of the way, and will still attack any who do what he does.
Family: None
History: He was born in Tombstone, Arizona. His parents were also a mutant, and they were killed when he was very young, by opposition to their kind. His father had some psychic power; his mother could alter her metabolism. He was place in an orphanage. When it was clear he had mutant powers (Being able to multiply himself), he ran, joining with gangs. It was at this time when he started feeling his psychic power.
He could feel violence toward other mutants. Sometimes it was in a certain location, other times he could target where it was, other times it was all around the country. He felt it because his psychic powers were linked to natural survival, and the violence was a violation of nature.
In the gang, he found he had far-faster reflexes than others. In fact, he found others moved kind of slowly. He also found he had attraction to whips, and decided to wear a long, thin red one everywhere he went. He left the gang, resolving to confront what he felt, and use his power. He also found he had healing powers, when he realized none of his scars lasted long. He realized he couldn’t feel mutant violence in general, but only mutant violence toward other mutants. And when hunting down a member of the Brotherhood, he found he could withstand an otherwise lethal injury, though it took a while to heal. He seemed to have little limit to how many duplications he could make of himself, and kept many with him as body guards. He also uses them to surround a victim, only giving the victim a chance to shoot one of them.
Strengths:
Multiplying
Using his whip
Shooting
Sword-fighting
Being prepared
Weaknesses:
Making many enemies
Always going after someone, no matter what
Easily becoming distracted because of this
Being completely closed-minded
Sometimes thinking himself too prepared
RP Sample: (From another site, so may be confusing [no I do not always make them this long])
Bourne leaned back. In his curled-sided, black dragon-skinned, chair. Large flares; in a giant fireplace, to his right side, were the only crackles of light in the room. Bourne’s eyes penetrating the dark blotches–the other being in the room not acquiring further lighting. Bourne’s pale hands firmed upon the slanted sides of each armrest. His eyes now with a reflective glow from the quickly lowering blare of orange fire. His glare upon the sole being, who stood six feet from his eyes; but who met these eyes, without fear or emotion.
“My accounts show me you used to be an Auror,” Bourne said, to the figure, “So was I. Now that I recall it: I remember you well. I calculated each weakness of all the Aurors there, while I was working with them. As I calculated the Ministry, and all it’s security. They tell me they threw Peverell out of his chair, instantly replacing him with a far stronger man in a time of crisis. I imagine his only strength in such a position, would be in a time like this. It is wise of them. And I applaud they’re choice. As for you, I applaud you, just the same. You were a true replica of a genuine Auror. Never using the dark arts ever in your life-time, yet a fiery spear of the cause you served. A shame you didn’t see more action. I didn’t tell you I liked the Aurors, did I? The Aurors are a masterpiece in the art of warfare. A new type of knight. It was glorious to work with them, and an honor to fight them. I hope to create my own Aurors once I have the Ministry under the New Death Eaters. For now, I will have to do with you, and all your fellows I received during the battle. You, being apart of some of the most powerful wizards of this age, will not require as much training as others. And above all, most simply can not be talented enough to ever earn a position of Auror. They will simply lack the skill, no matter how much they learn. But you... you will be in the highest class of your kind. An Elite member.”
Bourne continued to look at the man before him. The man was dressed in a sort of gold garment, with a red cloak, and a red hood over it’s face. The lower part of it’s face was immobile in a frown. The higher part of it’s face was in shadows, the green light of it’s eyes gleaming threw the darkness. It’s arms folded; the feeling around it still telling it was ready for any attack.
Bourne was still in a relaxed form. Dressed in a black suit, with a triangular, heavily detailed coth chest plate, which also went up to make it’s own type of shoulder guards. He wore no hood or cloak, but had on two rugged, metal black boots; which were each inscribed with a symbol of a corel snake and a milk snake. Symbolizing the choice between a safe, and a lethal decision. Both of which nearly identical.
To greet this symbol, a red snake, with black and yellow bands slithered down, to Bourne’s neck. The window–which was nearly the entire wall behind Bourne’s chair–was open, leering in the black, quiet night. Allowing the snake to slip into the room, without disturbance. Bourne greeted the snake with his hand, not taking his eyes off the man who was an Auror.
“Hannibal,” Bourne said, “You bring me tidings? I missed you during the battle.”
Bourne listened to the snake for a moment, before speaking again.
“I had feared so. Then you do not know where it went? I wouldn’t have suspected you could, Demitrius would have made sure to seal against all, later in the trail. Or if he told them in person. Yet, it was of priceless value you learned of who is involved. If she knows, I can assume who else will, probably even the third. Separate the lock from the key, I suppose. However, what Demitrius may not understand; is that what truly matters, is who has what the lock is guarding. Rest for a few days, before continuing to serve me, Hannibal.”
Bourne now got up, leaving the snake in his chair, as Bourne walked to the great window. He sensed what was coming, from the slight tint in the dark, starless night. Bourne continued to walk, even as the window ended, stepping downward into the crisp air. Most wouldn’t have noticed the tint yet, but it grew in color. Then it seemed as though the cloud above Bourne was that of a sun rise, then it seemed the cloud could catch on fire, then something gigantic streamed down on Bourne. Looking as though it would mistake him for prey, a great bird of fire raced down, breaking suddenly strait over Bourne. Raising it’s wings to break the fall, it’s eyes wildly staring at anything in sight.
“My pet,” Said Bourne, “Scan the lands, and observe anything that can be found. Remain unseen, and remain high, so they may only see the orange tinges in the clouds. I wish to know all that is happening, and you can scan great areas quickly, even around the world. Go now, so none see you this night.”
At this, the bird hurtled back into the sky. Molting back threw the cloud it came out of, before the grey cloud could even move far away enough. Bourne gazed back up at the cloud, as it seemed to burn, then looked as though it were in a dusk, then finally only had a slight tinge.
Bourne retreated from the window before other clouds gained the slight difference in color, the change more noticeable in the night, naturally. He walked back into his office, the window doors shutting as he went where the man was still standing. He opened a cell that Dumbledore had used to store his pensive, and drew out a small egg, with a toad magically sealed on it.
As he went back to his chair, and moved his hand to summon the office table, a voice from the chair’s left could be heard.
“It’s been blocked, Headmaster,” Said a sly voice, though it was derailed into a sound of respect for a member of the Black family, and for fear of a dark lord.
“It does not surprise me, Finious.” Said Bourne, “It is the same case for those who have frames in the Ministry. It was most likely the first thing they did, after retreating.”
Bourne then hovered over the egg, as he placed it carefully on the table. He drew out his red wood wand, exposing his red dark mark for a moment, and touched the egg with it. The egg turned a light shade of green, before turning to it’s normal shade. He returned his wand, as the egg swayed. The point where the egg had tilted, something small and white punctured threw the brown shelling. Instead of expanding after this, it only continued to slide and cut across the surface. Soon, the tip of the egg was broken off, falling down like the top of a cylinder. Something dark green unraveled, apparently curled inside the small egg, so that it would fit. The thick bodies snake slithered forward, it’s mouth and eyes both closed, using it’s nostrils to sniff the air. The white spec being it’s only tooth, which hung outside it’s mouth. The snake then crawled back onto the egg shell it came from. It took on last sniff, before lunging it’s onto the toad. The snake struggled for a moment, for the toad was still attached to the shell. Before it tore it’s tooth threw the lowest part of the toad, and ripped all above it off, gulping down what it had of the toad upon first chance. It’s eyes not yet ready to perform the dangerous power they had, though the back of it’s head was already covered in a sort of scaly feathers one might find on a rooster. Bourne then returned the snake to the cabinet, for the shelter was also sound-proof. Saving the snake from distant rooster cries.
Your Self:
Name: Just call me Bourne
Age: 18, 19 in a couple days
Gender: Male
RP Experience: Since August 2007
Where did you find us? Ad on a Terminator forum
Do you have any other Characters on this site? Nopedy
