Post by Hawlin of Staves on Jun 30, 2009 2:03:04 GMT -5
(This is unofficial, I just wanted to see what people thought. Characters are based off of very old roleplays I've been in, and characters in my book)
Online name: Hawlin
Character name: Nahmirakura
Age: Records date back roughly 4000 years of similar appearances.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Unknown
Power: Unrefined demonic magic seemingly backed by sheer will of existence used in complete cellular destruction, reducing targets to a substance similar to porcelain while consuming their soul and memories to fuel the unholy rag doll.
-Memories of thousands of lifetimes and countless warrior's deaths at her touch protect her with a mastery of most common and advanced cqc to crippling levels
Personality:
Appearance: 5'7. 5 inch snow white hair. One green eye, one red (irises spinning slowly). Cloth bandages neck to tow, Bleach white long coat reaching down to ankles with a large collar reaching up to her nose made from belts stitched together. Plain white face mask lacking features including eye holes.
History: The legacy of the Bakkra originate from the days of lord Aarka's rule over the eastern lands. he had sacrificed himself to restore life to love lost. Amnesia struck, the puppet of neither angels nor demons haunts the earth
Roleplay Example: The beast charged, fangs baring down woman as it leaped, jaws gaping, aiming for her throat. She let out a soft sigh, taking a step forward into the beast, crushing her elbow to its chin, snapping its jaws on nothing but air, the rest of its body still carried by its murderous momentum. She brought a knee sharply into the hound beast's gut, halting its force. She licked her lips behind her mask, having the advantage now as she brought up her other hand, taking the beast by the throat, digging in her nails into its flesh. Its jaws still functioned, the soulless manifestation of Keepa's creation. It probably couldn't even feel pain anymore, but she didn't care; she possessed no sympathy for the living. Placing her free hand to it's chest, she pushed while pulling, rending the abomination of most of its neck that she still clutched in her pale hand. Its corpse hadn't even touched the ground before growing pale gray, smashing like glass on contact with the bricked road. "Your men will suffice with fire..." she said, motioning for the general who still stood in awe at the carnage that had just ensued to leave. She knew he thought of her a monster, but she would also like to see him have his men drive her from her home. There were more of the creatures on their way, the telltale sound of their damned screams let them know this. He would have to act fast: befriend this demon, or recon with an enemy his nightmares knew no end to.
Online name: Hawlin
Character name: Nahmirakura
Age: Records date back roughly 4000 years of similar appearances.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Unknown
Power: Unrefined demonic magic seemingly backed by sheer will of existence used in complete cellular destruction, reducing targets to a substance similar to porcelain while consuming their soul and memories to fuel the unholy rag doll.
-Memories of thousands of lifetimes and countless warrior's deaths at her touch protect her with a mastery of most common and advanced cqc to crippling levels
Personality:
Appearance: 5'7. 5 inch snow white hair. One green eye, one red (irises spinning slowly). Cloth bandages neck to tow, Bleach white long coat reaching down to ankles with a large collar reaching up to her nose made from belts stitched together. Plain white face mask lacking features including eye holes.
History: The legacy of the Bakkra originate from the days of lord Aarka's rule over the eastern lands. he had sacrificed himself to restore life to love lost. Amnesia struck, the puppet of neither angels nor demons haunts the earth
Roleplay Example: The beast charged, fangs baring down woman as it leaped, jaws gaping, aiming for her throat. She let out a soft sigh, taking a step forward into the beast, crushing her elbow to its chin, snapping its jaws on nothing but air, the rest of its body still carried by its murderous momentum. She brought a knee sharply into the hound beast's gut, halting its force. She licked her lips behind her mask, having the advantage now as she brought up her other hand, taking the beast by the throat, digging in her nails into its flesh. Its jaws still functioned, the soulless manifestation of Keepa's creation. It probably couldn't even feel pain anymore, but she didn't care; she possessed no sympathy for the living. Placing her free hand to it's chest, she pushed while pulling, rending the abomination of most of its neck that she still clutched in her pale hand. Its corpse hadn't even touched the ground before growing pale gray, smashing like glass on contact with the bricked road. "Your men will suffice with fire..." she said, motioning for the general who still stood in awe at the carnage that had just ensued to leave. She knew he thought of her a monster, but she would also like to see him have his men drive her from her home. There were more of the creatures on their way, the telltale sound of their damned screams let them know this. He would have to act fast: befriend this demon, or recon with an enemy his nightmares knew no end to.