Post by kitsuneflare88 on Dec 20, 2010 20:57:56 GMT -5
Cbox Name:Kitsuneflare88
Nicknames: shoal
Main Account: Naradan
Who else do you play?: No one
How did you find us?: The players of slade and eliza have been talking about this site and have been trying to join in with this role play for a while now. I have wanted to join for a while just i haven't had a concrete idea for a character concept that i really would enjoy until now. Also both of them have been asking me to join they say there is a good community and that everybody is active so i will give it a shot.
Category:Original
Name: Ferautu Naradan (closest pronunciation in the human language to his name)
Alias: Nara Val (human form alias)
Age: Unknown (He is actually many centuries old though he is still quite young for a Devil.) As a human he appears to be in his late teens or maybe his early twenties.
Ranking: Neutral-going anti hero/hero
Physical Appearance: Naradan's true form is that of a dragon like creature that seems to stand on its back legs. He is a huge creature standing around 9 maybe 10 feet tall, and weighing at least 600lbs. He has huge black wings with a a long snaking tail that seems to have a life of its own. His scales are pitch black as if they were made of obsidian, with softer more leathery pale scales along his stomach and neck.
Unlike most Devils his horns resemble that of a black dragon they curve foreword underneath his jaws although one seems to be cleaved through on the left side of his face making it somewhat lopsided. He also is severely scared on that side of his face he seems to have a long scar down the left side of his face, that has yet to heal, luckily he still has his eye.
As a human he appears to be a young man in his teens early twenties, he wears black clothing a simple shirt and is very unassuming. There are some irregularities to his form however namely his eyes at first glance they are a pale blue, but in reality they are almost a silver color. He also tends to wear heavier than normal clothing to a degree, things like trench coats, heavy jeans, sweaters, long sleeved shirts.
Over the centuries of exploring new realms and being pulled to various mortal realms by the whim of some sorcerer he has gotten less uncomfortable with the coolness of the mortal planes. He still hates it though and wishes for more warmth much of the time but he isn't foolish enough to openly show what he is by blatantly wearing thick winter coats and other such things.
He has long obsidian black hair, tied into a simple pony tail, and is pale skinned but very handsome in appearance. Like most that have been through the hellish realms he leaves a trace that is easily detected by those who know what they are looking for. This aura is somewhat obvious to a smaller degree with regular people which gives people pause to linger around him because he feels unusual, mostly cold and full of an uncertain malice.
Powers/Abilities:
Demonic powers
Telepathy- he can communicate with creatures and people without speaking or if he wishes invade their minds.
Aura of Fear- He can radiate an aura that causes creatures/people to flee from him or become disorganized because they are incapacitated by panic.
Infernal wound- his tail or items in his possession can inflict severe damage onto a person, when struck by the tail, claws or any weapons they causes injuries that are resistant to most forms of healing both mundane and magical.
Regeneration- He can regenerate minor injuries and eventually more severe ones after a period of time, similar to a lizards cellular regeneration but much faster. A cut can be regenerated after a few seconds.
Planar Travel- Over the centuries with practice and after being summoned so many times he's learned how to open rifts in worlds and travel through them.
Immune to fire
Immune to poisons
Perfect dark vision-he can see perfectly no mater how dark a place may be.
Immortality- technically he is immortal to a degree his body won't age or die of most natural causes, however if his body were to be destroyed he would be sent back to his original realm to have his spirit reform a new body. Depending on the ritual used to summon him this process can take a few days or maybe 50-100 years either way its an agonizing process reacquiring a body in the inferno.
Magical Prowess-Every thing from fireballs, to fire storms, he is a powerful magical being and it is something all of his race is taught and perfected.
Manipulation-He is able to manipulate individuals, with what many Devils/demons refer to as the "Voice". It is a special voice that reaches deep into the sub concious level of the mortals so they could make contracts, and other such arangements for the express purpose of culling human souls.
Psychic powers
His only power is a degree of precognition that he can’t control-This precognition gives him unique insights into the world around him, by granting him an archaic fact of knowledge about those he might be interacting with or bad feelings from hostile intentions ect.
Other powers
After centuries of conflict he is a very proficient fighter he has developed his own unique weapon and method of fighting with it. He can only wield his lash in his true form however, so it is quite limited. He's very good at concealing himself and not drawing attention to his presence, he finds the mortal realms fascinating and loves to stay in them.
Equipment:
Lash- A special weapon he himself has designed, it is medium thick chain with a simple weight at the end with a small spine mounted on the end. The lash relies on precise spinning typically to be used as a ranged weapon, with the spike as the main impact point. There are small spines at each corner of the chain links as well except for on a ring at the end and one ring roughly a quarter of the length away from the weight. This makes it safer for him to handle and gives the weapon added lethality if he were to wrap a target or their weapon it would give the chain added grip. These spines could also be used to rip muscles or flesh should they become embedded in the target, as well as adding extra lethality to the weapons ranged attacks if the spine were to miss.
Short sword- He carries this while in human form and it is usually concealed on his person somewhere in his clothing.
Heavy clothing- A leather trench coat, heavy black boots, heavy jeans, and long-sleeved shirt. He wears a heavily buckled shirt underneath his coat, which seems to be made of leather. All of his clothing is black, his boots also seem to be buckled around the sides.
Weaknesses
Cold weather- for the most part just makes him uncomfortable
Human realms- mostly he loves the mortal realms and will do most anything to stay. He finds that humans are far more interesting than a life of constant warfare with demons, and angels which in the end will be eternal. He loves alcohol, clubs, taverns, and other areas where people frequently go to party or have fun.
Weapons that cause his body form to be disrupted.
Holy weapons for obvious reasons (After all he is an unholy creature)
The Demonlords- the entities of the hells who control all evil beings.
Headaches- These are the physical manifestation of his psychic potential and they can get debilitating to some degree especially when he is under a form of duress.
Independent nature- Both a curse and a blessing, he doesn’t like working for people who are superior or have control over him. He will work with someone with more power than him however it makes him angry and more prone to mistakes.
Cold iron- purified metal that has been forged without heat, it causes sever injuries due to its nature of being a pure item, and because it is very cold to the touch.
Demonic/Devils- These forces are the same as him, so he to them is just like any other being. Devils and demons are more adept at fighting heavenly creatures so most of their defenses are concentrated on fighting beings of good or holiness. Not other creatures of evil and darkness.
Linguistics-He speaks many different languages, ranging from latin, old greek, atlantian, and other older languages, he is starting to learn english and some modern dialect.
Psychological Flaws:
Bloodlust- He loves to fight like most devils, His love for battle can sometimes send him into uncontrolled and violent blood lusts where he literally looses all self control.
Greed- when it comes to enjoying the simple pleasures that humans take for granted, such as food and alcohol, also his constant quest for power.
Independence- He seeks his own freedom so he doesn’t have to answer to anybody other than himself.
Physical Flaws: Heavily scared from many battles, his most recent scars are the missing horn and gash across the side of his face. He has some injuries in his body that have yet to heal, but mostly they are hampering him and have minor effects. His wings have been shredded in several places so it is slightly difficult for him to fly.
Other Flaws: He's very lazy, he doesn't really like to do most things. This is a large reason he isn't very ambitious when it comes to gathering power and influence. It’s too much effort.
Brief History:
Naradan is a mysterious individual even amongst the legions of other devils, he is an individualist first and foremost. He wants to live by his own rules which has gone against his superiors and has upset many of his former allies. He has an untapped psychic talent that is dormant, though few know much less understand this inborn instinct. He has learned over the centuries to go with his “headaches.” This has severed him well over the centuries and saved his life more than a few times. .
He rose quickly through it never seemed like he wanted such attentions, and after many campaigns against the abyss and the heavens he suddenly vanished from the service of his masters. He would later appear in various dimensions either by demonologists, or other spell casters who summoned him. He would do his duty and harvest their souls after each contract was fulfilled, though it often took many years for these "deals" to close. After which he would again disappear for a number of years, to the frustration of his masters.
Reason for being on AM: In simple terms a dimensional teleport/summoning went awry and sent him to this universe. He doesn't know what caused this disruption in his spell and he really has no idea right now how to fix it so for now he is going with it.
Sample RP:
Naradan flew through the air his large wings beating the air around him as the winds howled through the strange canyons he saw all around him. They were almost like a maze and went in all directs some went in squares, round and round endlessly, Below him he saw what he could only describe as black rivers that seemed to follow that canyons all around him.
He shivered to himself as his wings beat through the air every once in a while, though the winds from the canyons were keeping him aloft easily. His tail swayed gracefully behind him as he flew through the air. Down below he watched as those horrible walking things walked mindlessly throughout the canyons, amongst the sunken boats (cars) looking for more prey.
From the sky they gave the devil a reminder of some perverse fish, or the damned souls he remembered from Charon’s crossing near the city of dirge. He scanned around trying to read the bright illuminated signs in search of a place to land safely so he could find out what was going on and where in the abyss he was.
His mind reeled with a sudden and painful headache that caused him to drift a bit and crash into one of the hard reflective walls of a canyon. (building.) There was a crunching sound as his body impacted causing some of the material to break. He shook his head and tried his best to calm down and relax.
*“Curses…”* (*speaking an old forgotten form of Greek, that some believe came from Atlantis*) he muttered to himself as he hovered in place for a second shaking his sore head. Something told him that those monstrous fish below were some perverse thing that had infected the human population. He didn’t know why but the very thought that some disease could do this unnerved him severely. It wasn’t the idea that undead bothered him, he had known wizards who kept undead things as guards, and these abominations were different thought. They seemed to be unusually pissed off and hungry, attack any thing and anybody they could, and as a result infected more.
He cursed to himself and shook the very thought from his head again several times so as to clear his mind of such petty thoughts.
“*First things first I need to know what happened. Where is a place for books.*” He muttered looking around everywhere around him for some sort of base of knowledge. He saw a strange short building with stone columns down below him several hundred feet below him.
Figuring he had nothing else to loose he floated downwards towards the building landing on the roof with a soft clacking as his claws hit the tiles of the building. His body immediately began to change, his horns began to shrink his skin began to change coloration, and his tail began to disappear into his body. His wings seemed to form clothing around him as they shrank in size and curled underneath his arms.
After several excruciating seconds of the transformation a young boy of around 20 appeared where the demon had landed just moments ago. The boy shook his head, obsidian black hair getting in his eyes. He wore a black trench coat, heavy black buckled boots, and a black shirt that seemed to be heavily buckled as well concealing a majority of his face. He paused a second glancing back and forth to make sure no fish (Zombies) were on the roof with him before he walked along the rooftop to a rooftop access way. He pushed on the door several times but it didn’t budge, out of anger he rammed his shoulder into it, the door bent and strained against the jam. He hit it a second time and the door gave way, the sound of of clanging and bent metal which was somewhat louder than he had expected.
*“That’s better.”* He said slipping inside the ruined door and following the staircase down to get away from the rooftops before any of the fish decided to come and investigate. He didn’t bother to turn on any lights inside as he could see perfectly. He made his way down to the books and began looking around trying to find something that might point him in the right direction of where he was and how the hell he got there.
He was careful to be as quiet as possible so as not to disturb the angry fish (zombies) outside the building. Because even if he was a devil he couldn’t kill all of them by himself as much as he would relish the challenge in attempting such a feat.
He was amazed that such a collection of tomes could exist there were so many books around him on the shelves.
“*This could take a long time....”* He thought to himself as he realized this might not have been his best plan ever, when he saw the sheer number of books around him on all the different shelves not that he knew what he was looking at or even looking for. Well as long as he didn’t make a lot of noise and do anything really stupid he could avoid the fish (zombies) outside, and if worse came to worse he could always fly out of the building so it was time to get down to finding out where he was and what was going on. he climbed onto the top of one of the book shelves and sat on top of it as he began to read a fancy red book with gold writing on the front cover, which read "The Dictionary."
Nicknames: shoal
Main Account: Naradan
Who else do you play?: No one
How did you find us?: The players of slade and eliza have been talking about this site and have been trying to join in with this role play for a while now. I have wanted to join for a while just i haven't had a concrete idea for a character concept that i really would enjoy until now. Also both of them have been asking me to join they say there is a good community and that everybody is active so i will give it a shot.
Category:Original
Name: Ferautu Naradan (closest pronunciation in the human language to his name)
Alias: Nara Val (human form alias)
Age: Unknown (He is actually many centuries old though he is still quite young for a Devil.) As a human he appears to be in his late teens or maybe his early twenties.
Ranking: Neutral-going anti hero/hero
Physical Appearance: Naradan's true form is that of a dragon like creature that seems to stand on its back legs. He is a huge creature standing around 9 maybe 10 feet tall, and weighing at least 600lbs. He has huge black wings with a a long snaking tail that seems to have a life of its own. His scales are pitch black as if they were made of obsidian, with softer more leathery pale scales along his stomach and neck.
Unlike most Devils his horns resemble that of a black dragon they curve foreword underneath his jaws although one seems to be cleaved through on the left side of his face making it somewhat lopsided. He also is severely scared on that side of his face he seems to have a long scar down the left side of his face, that has yet to heal, luckily he still has his eye.
As a human he appears to be a young man in his teens early twenties, he wears black clothing a simple shirt and is very unassuming. There are some irregularities to his form however namely his eyes at first glance they are a pale blue, but in reality they are almost a silver color. He also tends to wear heavier than normal clothing to a degree, things like trench coats, heavy jeans, sweaters, long sleeved shirts.
Over the centuries of exploring new realms and being pulled to various mortal realms by the whim of some sorcerer he has gotten less uncomfortable with the coolness of the mortal planes. He still hates it though and wishes for more warmth much of the time but he isn't foolish enough to openly show what he is by blatantly wearing thick winter coats and other such things.
He has long obsidian black hair, tied into a simple pony tail, and is pale skinned but very handsome in appearance. Like most that have been through the hellish realms he leaves a trace that is easily detected by those who know what they are looking for. This aura is somewhat obvious to a smaller degree with regular people which gives people pause to linger around him because he feels unusual, mostly cold and full of an uncertain malice.
Powers/Abilities:
Demonic powers
Telepathy- he can communicate with creatures and people without speaking or if he wishes invade their minds.
Aura of Fear- He can radiate an aura that causes creatures/people to flee from him or become disorganized because they are incapacitated by panic.
Infernal wound- his tail or items in his possession can inflict severe damage onto a person, when struck by the tail, claws or any weapons they causes injuries that are resistant to most forms of healing both mundane and magical.
Regeneration- He can regenerate minor injuries and eventually more severe ones after a period of time, similar to a lizards cellular regeneration but much faster. A cut can be regenerated after a few seconds.
Planar Travel- Over the centuries with practice and after being summoned so many times he's learned how to open rifts in worlds and travel through them.
Immune to fire
Immune to poisons
Perfect dark vision-he can see perfectly no mater how dark a place may be.
Immortality- technically he is immortal to a degree his body won't age or die of most natural causes, however if his body were to be destroyed he would be sent back to his original realm to have his spirit reform a new body. Depending on the ritual used to summon him this process can take a few days or maybe 50-100 years either way its an agonizing process reacquiring a body in the inferno.
Magical Prowess-Every thing from fireballs, to fire storms, he is a powerful magical being and it is something all of his race is taught and perfected.
Manipulation-He is able to manipulate individuals, with what many Devils/demons refer to as the "Voice". It is a special voice that reaches deep into the sub concious level of the mortals so they could make contracts, and other such arangements for the express purpose of culling human souls.
Psychic powers
His only power is a degree of precognition that he can’t control-This precognition gives him unique insights into the world around him, by granting him an archaic fact of knowledge about those he might be interacting with or bad feelings from hostile intentions ect.
Other powers
After centuries of conflict he is a very proficient fighter he has developed his own unique weapon and method of fighting with it. He can only wield his lash in his true form however, so it is quite limited. He's very good at concealing himself and not drawing attention to his presence, he finds the mortal realms fascinating and loves to stay in them.
Equipment:
Lash- A special weapon he himself has designed, it is medium thick chain with a simple weight at the end with a small spine mounted on the end. The lash relies on precise spinning typically to be used as a ranged weapon, with the spike as the main impact point. There are small spines at each corner of the chain links as well except for on a ring at the end and one ring roughly a quarter of the length away from the weight. This makes it safer for him to handle and gives the weapon added lethality if he were to wrap a target or their weapon it would give the chain added grip. These spines could also be used to rip muscles or flesh should they become embedded in the target, as well as adding extra lethality to the weapons ranged attacks if the spine were to miss.
Short sword- He carries this while in human form and it is usually concealed on his person somewhere in his clothing.
Heavy clothing- A leather trench coat, heavy black boots, heavy jeans, and long-sleeved shirt. He wears a heavily buckled shirt underneath his coat, which seems to be made of leather. All of his clothing is black, his boots also seem to be buckled around the sides.
Weaknesses
Cold weather- for the most part just makes him uncomfortable
Human realms- mostly he loves the mortal realms and will do most anything to stay. He finds that humans are far more interesting than a life of constant warfare with demons, and angels which in the end will be eternal. He loves alcohol, clubs, taverns, and other areas where people frequently go to party or have fun.
Weapons that cause his body form to be disrupted.
Holy weapons for obvious reasons (After all he is an unholy creature)
The Demonlords- the entities of the hells who control all evil beings.
Headaches- These are the physical manifestation of his psychic potential and they can get debilitating to some degree especially when he is under a form of duress.
Independent nature- Both a curse and a blessing, he doesn’t like working for people who are superior or have control over him. He will work with someone with more power than him however it makes him angry and more prone to mistakes.
Cold iron- purified metal that has been forged without heat, it causes sever injuries due to its nature of being a pure item, and because it is very cold to the touch.
Demonic/Devils- These forces are the same as him, so he to them is just like any other being. Devils and demons are more adept at fighting heavenly creatures so most of their defenses are concentrated on fighting beings of good or holiness. Not other creatures of evil and darkness.
Linguistics-He speaks many different languages, ranging from latin, old greek, atlantian, and other older languages, he is starting to learn english and some modern dialect.
Psychological Flaws:
Bloodlust- He loves to fight like most devils, His love for battle can sometimes send him into uncontrolled and violent blood lusts where he literally looses all self control.
Greed- when it comes to enjoying the simple pleasures that humans take for granted, such as food and alcohol, also his constant quest for power.
Independence- He seeks his own freedom so he doesn’t have to answer to anybody other than himself.
Physical Flaws: Heavily scared from many battles, his most recent scars are the missing horn and gash across the side of his face. He has some injuries in his body that have yet to heal, but mostly they are hampering him and have minor effects. His wings have been shredded in several places so it is slightly difficult for him to fly.
Other Flaws: He's very lazy, he doesn't really like to do most things. This is a large reason he isn't very ambitious when it comes to gathering power and influence. It’s too much effort.
Brief History:
Naradan is a mysterious individual even amongst the legions of other devils, he is an individualist first and foremost. He wants to live by his own rules which has gone against his superiors and has upset many of his former allies. He has an untapped psychic talent that is dormant, though few know much less understand this inborn instinct. He has learned over the centuries to go with his “headaches.” This has severed him well over the centuries and saved his life more than a few times. .
He rose quickly through it never seemed like he wanted such attentions, and after many campaigns against the abyss and the heavens he suddenly vanished from the service of his masters. He would later appear in various dimensions either by demonologists, or other spell casters who summoned him. He would do his duty and harvest their souls after each contract was fulfilled, though it often took many years for these "deals" to close. After which he would again disappear for a number of years, to the frustration of his masters.
Reason for being on AM: In simple terms a dimensional teleport/summoning went awry and sent him to this universe. He doesn't know what caused this disruption in his spell and he really has no idea right now how to fix it so for now he is going with it.
Sample RP:
Naradan flew through the air his large wings beating the air around him as the winds howled through the strange canyons he saw all around him. They were almost like a maze and went in all directs some went in squares, round and round endlessly, Below him he saw what he could only describe as black rivers that seemed to follow that canyons all around him.
He shivered to himself as his wings beat through the air every once in a while, though the winds from the canyons were keeping him aloft easily. His tail swayed gracefully behind him as he flew through the air. Down below he watched as those horrible walking things walked mindlessly throughout the canyons, amongst the sunken boats (cars) looking for more prey.
From the sky they gave the devil a reminder of some perverse fish, or the damned souls he remembered from Charon’s crossing near the city of dirge. He scanned around trying to read the bright illuminated signs in search of a place to land safely so he could find out what was going on and where in the abyss he was.
His mind reeled with a sudden and painful headache that caused him to drift a bit and crash into one of the hard reflective walls of a canyon. (building.) There was a crunching sound as his body impacted causing some of the material to break. He shook his head and tried his best to calm down and relax.
*“Curses…”* (*speaking an old forgotten form of Greek, that some believe came from Atlantis*) he muttered to himself as he hovered in place for a second shaking his sore head. Something told him that those monstrous fish below were some perverse thing that had infected the human population. He didn’t know why but the very thought that some disease could do this unnerved him severely. It wasn’t the idea that undead bothered him, he had known wizards who kept undead things as guards, and these abominations were different thought. They seemed to be unusually pissed off and hungry, attack any thing and anybody they could, and as a result infected more.
He cursed to himself and shook the very thought from his head again several times so as to clear his mind of such petty thoughts.
“*First things first I need to know what happened. Where is a place for books.*” He muttered looking around everywhere around him for some sort of base of knowledge. He saw a strange short building with stone columns down below him several hundred feet below him.
Figuring he had nothing else to loose he floated downwards towards the building landing on the roof with a soft clacking as his claws hit the tiles of the building. His body immediately began to change, his horns began to shrink his skin began to change coloration, and his tail began to disappear into his body. His wings seemed to form clothing around him as they shrank in size and curled underneath his arms.
After several excruciating seconds of the transformation a young boy of around 20 appeared where the demon had landed just moments ago. The boy shook his head, obsidian black hair getting in his eyes. He wore a black trench coat, heavy black buckled boots, and a black shirt that seemed to be heavily buckled as well concealing a majority of his face. He paused a second glancing back and forth to make sure no fish (Zombies) were on the roof with him before he walked along the rooftop to a rooftop access way. He pushed on the door several times but it didn’t budge, out of anger he rammed his shoulder into it, the door bent and strained against the jam. He hit it a second time and the door gave way, the sound of of clanging and bent metal which was somewhat louder than he had expected.
*“That’s better.”* He said slipping inside the ruined door and following the staircase down to get away from the rooftops before any of the fish decided to come and investigate. He didn’t bother to turn on any lights inside as he could see perfectly. He made his way down to the books and began looking around trying to find something that might point him in the right direction of where he was and how the hell he got there.
He was careful to be as quiet as possible so as not to disturb the angry fish (zombies) outside the building. Because even if he was a devil he couldn’t kill all of them by himself as much as he would relish the challenge in attempting such a feat.
He was amazed that such a collection of tomes could exist there were so many books around him on the shelves.
“*This could take a long time....”* He thought to himself as he realized this might not have been his best plan ever, when he saw the sheer number of books around him on all the different shelves not that he knew what he was looking at or even looking for. Well as long as he didn’t make a lot of noise and do anything really stupid he could avoid the fish (zombies) outside, and if worse came to worse he could always fly out of the building so it was time to get down to finding out where he was and what was going on. he climbed onto the top of one of the book shelves and sat on top of it as he began to read a fancy red book with gold writing on the front cover, which read "The Dictionary."
