Post by conflixin on May 22, 2013 19:01:11 GMT -5
Cbox Name: John Doe
Nicknames: John
Main Account: conflixin
Who else do you play on AM?: none
How did you find us?: Tvtropes roleplay list.
Category : OC
Name: Timothy Reese Tobias
Alias: Rickshaw
Age: 22
Species: Human
Ranking: Hero
((( I swear I am better at roleplaying than describing my character, I swear!)))
Physical Appearance: Shaggy grey hair in a bob cut style. Grey eyes to match the curtains. Pale skin that looks almost translucent. Five feet nine and very lean. Usually dressed in black jeans and t-shirt, with a grey trench coat. Mouth and jaw usually covered by a medical surgeons mask.
Personality: In sharp contrast to his appearance, rickshaw is not a stereotypical loner. Yes he is shy, but he is also very kind, pleasant and gentlemanly. He is easily flustered by flirting and is notable for his compassion and sense of justice. He enjoys doing good things and hates lying.
But this good guy persona should not be taken as a sign of weakness. He can and will stand up for himself. He is very snarky, and can rip you apart verbally. And while he is patient, if you do manage to anger him, he is more than of doing terrible, terrible things.
Powers/Abilities: Rickshaw is a shadow charmer. This means that he is faster and stronger than the he looks , but is by no means superhuman. He is also immune to forced emotions of all but the strongest kind, and has a natural resistance to having his mind read. He is an expert healer, capable of healing almost everything, to the point he was lauded as one of the best healers alive by his mentor. And perhaps most important of all, he can cast shadow bolts, beams of concentrated darkness that can stun, kill, or worse.
Equipment: His aforementioned outfit. And a combat knife.
Weaknesses...
Psychological Flaws: he is very chivalrous and can be taken advantage of by women. Also , he is very desperate to find his friends, and that blinds him to danger when their whereabouts are involved.
Physical Flaws: He is stronger and faster than he looks, not more durable. Thus, all standard human weaknesses apply.
Other Flaws: Angelic creatures do not like him, and will attack him on sight.
Brief History: Rickshaw was born in New York, where he grew up as well. He had a well-adjusted family, and lived a middle class life. On his 16th birthday, he blacked out completely, and when he woke up, looked like he does now. During a rough period of 17 hours, someone or something made him into a shadow charmer.
He slowly trained his powers for a year, until he was picked up by the The Thief, a kitsune / cerebus hybrid godlike creature. For reasons unknown, this criminal decided that she should make a team of heroes, and selected 8 individuals in New York to be on a team under the tutelage. This team trained together for 3 years until tragedy struck.
For you see, the entire thing was undone. Malgirris alabaster was a petty crook that was gunned down in a back ally for his sins. Rickshaw took pity and got him to a hospital. In exchange for this kindness, malgrris sold information that a team of fresh-faced hero’s was being formed to an unknown villain. This crook showed up at the base one day and took everyone. Malgrris ensured that rickshaw would have him mindwiped and would be given to him.
The mindwipe did not stick, and now Rickshaw is looking for his team, and praying he is not too late.
Reason for being on AM: He is looking for his team, and is trying to learn about the monster that took them.
Sample RP: The man was dying.
He knew it, and so did Rickshaw. The soldier looked up at the hero with tears in his eyes. You’re the best, he says, you have to save me. You have to try
He tries, he really does, but it’s all for not. The solder slips into the void, a bullet in his chest and streaks of tears in his eyes.
The soldier’s friends are pissed. You’re the best, they say, you could have saved him. You didn’t try. They beat him; break his arm, his leg, his ribs. They drag him to a post and lash him to it. To die.
The soldiers mock him, ridicule him. Then they part, showing one man. The king.
He strides up and tells him about the man who died. Talks about the rapes he had done the killings he had committed. He talks about the rapes and killings he would have done if he had lived. Then he asks a question.
If you could have, would you have saved him? And should you have tried?
Rickshaw awoke with a start. He sat up in his cot, breathing heavily. As his heart slowed, he listened to the sound of the highway, and thought about the question. He couldn’t come up with an answer.
He still can’t.
Nicknames: John
Main Account: conflixin
Who else do you play on AM?: none
How did you find us?: Tvtropes roleplay list.
Category : OC
Name: Timothy Reese Tobias
Alias: Rickshaw
Age: 22
Species: Human
Ranking: Hero
((( I swear I am better at roleplaying than describing my character, I swear!)))
Physical Appearance: Shaggy grey hair in a bob cut style. Grey eyes to match the curtains. Pale skin that looks almost translucent. Five feet nine and very lean. Usually dressed in black jeans and t-shirt, with a grey trench coat. Mouth and jaw usually covered by a medical surgeons mask.
Personality: In sharp contrast to his appearance, rickshaw is not a stereotypical loner. Yes he is shy, but he is also very kind, pleasant and gentlemanly. He is easily flustered by flirting and is notable for his compassion and sense of justice. He enjoys doing good things and hates lying.
But this good guy persona should not be taken as a sign of weakness. He can and will stand up for himself. He is very snarky, and can rip you apart verbally. And while he is patient, if you do manage to anger him, he is more than of doing terrible, terrible things.
Powers/Abilities: Rickshaw is a shadow charmer. This means that he is faster and stronger than the he looks , but is by no means superhuman. He is also immune to forced emotions of all but the strongest kind, and has a natural resistance to having his mind read. He is an expert healer, capable of healing almost everything, to the point he was lauded as one of the best healers alive by his mentor. And perhaps most important of all, he can cast shadow bolts, beams of concentrated darkness that can stun, kill, or worse.
Equipment: His aforementioned outfit. And a combat knife.
Weaknesses...
Psychological Flaws: he is very chivalrous and can be taken advantage of by women. Also , he is very desperate to find his friends, and that blinds him to danger when their whereabouts are involved.
Physical Flaws: He is stronger and faster than he looks, not more durable. Thus, all standard human weaknesses apply.
Other Flaws: Angelic creatures do not like him, and will attack him on sight.
Brief History: Rickshaw was born in New York, where he grew up as well. He had a well-adjusted family, and lived a middle class life. On his 16th birthday, he blacked out completely, and when he woke up, looked like he does now. During a rough period of 17 hours, someone or something made him into a shadow charmer.
He slowly trained his powers for a year, until he was picked up by the The Thief, a kitsune / cerebus hybrid godlike creature. For reasons unknown, this criminal decided that she should make a team of heroes, and selected 8 individuals in New York to be on a team under the tutelage. This team trained together for 3 years until tragedy struck.
For you see, the entire thing was undone. Malgirris alabaster was a petty crook that was gunned down in a back ally for his sins. Rickshaw took pity and got him to a hospital. In exchange for this kindness, malgrris sold information that a team of fresh-faced hero’s was being formed to an unknown villain. This crook showed up at the base one day and took everyone. Malgrris ensured that rickshaw would have him mindwiped and would be given to him.
The mindwipe did not stick, and now Rickshaw is looking for his team, and praying he is not too late.
Reason for being on AM: He is looking for his team, and is trying to learn about the monster that took them.
Sample RP: The man was dying.
He knew it, and so did Rickshaw. The soldier looked up at the hero with tears in his eyes. You’re the best, he says, you have to save me. You have to try
He tries, he really does, but it’s all for not. The solder slips into the void, a bullet in his chest and streaks of tears in his eyes.
The soldier’s friends are pissed. You’re the best, they say, you could have saved him. You didn’t try. They beat him; break his arm, his leg, his ribs. They drag him to a post and lash him to it. To die.
The soldiers mock him, ridicule him. Then they part, showing one man. The king.
He strides up and tells him about the man who died. Talks about the rapes he had done the killings he had committed. He talks about the rapes and killings he would have done if he had lived. Then he asks a question.
If you could have, would you have saved him? And should you have tried?
Rickshaw awoke with a start. He sat up in his cot, breathing heavily. As his heart slowed, he listened to the sound of the highway, and thought about the question. He couldn’t come up with an answer.
He still can’t.
