Beginnings

[Grey Fox]

"There my heart is; but it is not my fate to sit in peace..." -The Fellowship of The Rings"
Plot: You are gifted with powers, extrodinary fighting skills.
They are intent on destroying the earth.
You must choose a side, on one hand, you have your race, on the other hand, that species that you call human has abondoned you, forced you to live a double life and sent you into hiding.
The choice is yours.

You:
Are gifted, you may not know how yet, but you are different, an outcast, but more able then those who casted you out.

Alliances:
Unholy Alliance: The "bad guys" they fight to erradicate the norm and destroy everyone they deam unworthy.

Rebellion: Formerly of Unholy Alliance, they once embraced it, hoped they would be treated fairly, however, seperated once the Unholy Alliance became violent.

Independant: You have not joined either side yet, and may never, it's up to you.

Character Sheet:

Name:
Age:
Alliance:
Ethnicity:
Height:
Weight:
Appearance:
Power:
Weapon of choice: (If any)
Occupation: (If any)
Personality:
Fighting Style:
History/Motives:

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Sample/My character:

Name: Vincent Moriatti
Age: 25
Alliance: Unholy Alliance
Ethnicity: Russian/Italian
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 200 LBS
Appearance: Dark, somewhat handsome.He has Red eyes. He often wears dark, flowing clothing, and has Spiky, Black hair.
Power: Adaptation, he changes to his situation, and then uses it to his advantage.
Weapon of choice: Murumasa, the cursed katana
Occupation: Elite Hitman
Personality: Dark and foreboding, he doesn't talk much, doesn't need to, his eyes and actions say it all.
Fighting Style: He dodges and adapts until he has figured out his enemy, he then eliminates them, often using themselves.
History/Motives: Nothing is known of Moriatti's past, all that is known is that he is feared in his home country of Italy, even regarded as a demon. It is likely that whatever drove him into this, is why he joined the Unholy Alliance.

 

[GodofPH]

Name: Patrick Heriotti
Age: 21
Alliance: Rebellion
Ethnicity: American
Height: 6'05"
Weight: 210 lbs
Appearance:
Power: Pyrokinesis, Heat-Proof
Weapon of choice: Ni Roznia. Ni Roznia is a scythe with a long chain connected to the blade. Ni Roznia can be used in close-range combat as well as long range combat where the chain allows the scythe to be a flail-like weapon.
Occupation: Former Wal-Mart manager
Personality: Hot-headed, short tempered, boastful
Fighting Style: Not a fan of long epic fights, Pat prefers to strike an opponent in a weak spot and leave. Often times his fights consist of a swift decapitation, and nothing more. If forced to get into a long fight, Pat will use the chain on Ni Roznia to draw the foe in close to finish them with a close range strike.
History/Motives: Pat lost his family to an Unholy Alliance Guillotine. Even worse, they burned down the GameStop where Pat would buy his video games at cheap prices. Pat immediately joined the rebellion upon hearing of it.

 

[Grey Fox]

Glad to have you abord, PH.

 

[AA|Angel of Air]

Name: Bella
Age: 19
Alliance: Unholy Alliance
Ethnicity: French/British
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 204 lbs.
Appearance: She has a dark appearance, her eyes are dark emerald green and her hair is medium length and is black and curly, falling in elgant curls. She is small and skinny for her age, and she is mature beyond her years. Many guys think she is beautiful, and she uses that against her opponents that are male.
Power: She has the power to turn into a shadow at will, and she has psychic powers, telepathy, telekinetics, all of it. She can also manipulate darkness and form shadows, twisting them into shapes of her own will.
Weapon of choice: A sword. The blade is long and obsidian black. The guard is lavender and is short, angeled upwards to a point. The pommel is black with a beuaitufl amethyst set in the center. The hilt is dark brown, almost black, and is wrapped in a amethyst colord wire. It is swift and strong.
Occupation: Bar Lady
Personality: Bella has a dark appearance. She is nasty and has a rash temper. She does flirt alot though, but sometimes uses it against an oppenent she dislikes. She is friendly towards friends and other people like her, but she can turn on you in an instant. To other people, she is harsh and rash. She has learned not to trust anyone, except close friends, and often lies to people who aren't close to her, unless she can tell their true intentions, which she can do alot.
Fighting Style: She often uses weakness against an opponent, knowing them easily. She can dodge gracefully and often flirts with male opponents to catch them off guard, to defeat them. She is patient with opponents, anything to defeat them.
History/Motives: She is rejected often, to those happy cheery people at school, they cool gang. She is quite dark, and has always been. She was born in Dijon, France and grew up there, knowing the French language. When she was 15 she moved to Britian and learned English. When she talks, she has a French/British accent that many people snicker at. When she was 16, the Rebellion killed her parents. She didn't exactly love them, but she cared for them. She hated the Rebellion and quickly join the UnHoly Alliance, to try to kill the Rebellion.

 

[Loki]

Name:Lenne
Age:20
Alliance:Unholy Alliance
Ethnicity:Celtic
Height:5'' 6'
Weight:206 lbs.
Appearance:

Power:Earth, (Plants) and water
Weapon of choice: Two daggers made of ice in the shape of thorny vines
Occupation: General in the Alliance...Was once a 'gypsy' like dancer.
Personality:Caring, Kind, yet proud, selfish, and easily angered, Lenne is the Second-General in the Unholy alliance, and often is deemed the kindest. She is willing to help her enemies, of course, only if she gets something in return. She is ruthless in battle and will destroy anything she deems a nuisance without a second thought.
Fighting Style:Her main style is acting cool and smooth, to catch her male opponents in a sticky situation. She likes to see people quarrel over her, and absolutely loves when someone falls for her tricks. When dealing with a female opponent, she usually strikes with large thorn covered vines, or man-eating plants.
History/Motives:She finds the Unholy Alliance the way to go. She hated seeing weaker people in the streets waving their empty soup cans begging for money. Coming from a wealthy family, she was often sheltered from this view, but soon saw the dirty world outside. In anger of being kept from this view, she joined the Alliance, quickly jumping up it's rankings, for she has a great desire to rid the world of unclean, and weak beings. Yet sometimes she finds time for kindness, and will sometimes, though brashly, drop a few coins to those disgusting beggars, or toss them her leftover food, though not often because she is immensly thin, and eats very little.

 

[Grey Fox]

GJ Naoko and Angel of Air! You are both easily accepted!
Story will likely begin soon, sign-ups are still accepted.

 

[Masaya]

Name: Seth Thaxathinadin
Age: 19
Alliance: Independant
Ethnicity: American
Height: 6' 1''
Weight: 196 lbs.
Appearance: With bright red hair that falls just below his ears, Seth stands out in a crowd. He usually wears a dark shirt, along with black (always black) pants. His eyes are deep blue that contrast with his hair violently, giving him a more striking appearance.
Power: Wind (speed)
Weapon of choice: Aeros. Aeros is large greatsword that he straps across his back. The blade metal is always swirling as if it were made of a less solid material than it is.
Occupation: College student
Personality: Somewhat cold and uncaring, he would likely cut any obstacle out of his way without much thought. However, Seth would never leave something unfinish, no matter how unimportant. He has a slight temper, and is not easily enraged. The only times he show emtion is when he's caught off-guard.
Fighting Style: Quick and reflexive, he mainly sticks to the blade and leaves talk out of battle. He uses his powers to either aid himself by moving faster, or hindering his enemies by raising a strong wind.
History/Motives: Recently thrown out of town for discovering his powers by accident when he was almost struck by a bus. He has been an... average (more or less) college student, not always taking it seriously, but never bad enough to fail. He had considered joining the Unholy Alliance at first out of rage, but then decided to go on his own path choosing neither side. Although he isn't allied with either side, he feels he should first deal with his hometown's mistakes.

 

[RentCavalier]

Name:Aleister Crowley
Age:Unknown (looks about 36)
Alliance:Unknown
Ethnicity:British?
Height:6'
Weight:578 pounds (Huh? He doesn't look it though..*hint*)
Appearance:Tall, thin, dressed elegantly. A silk red suit, with gold lining gives him an aura of grace and composure. He has a youthful visage, but his eyes shine with curiosity. He carries a worn duffel bag over his shoulder, filled with the most peculiar instruments. His name is familiar to some, though any connection would have to be impossible...right?

Power: Alchemy (Able to manipulate stones, gems, metals, and other basic elements with special equiptment) and Incantations (Able to change his body into one of fire, ice, wind, demon powers, angelic powers, etc etc)
Weapon of choice: Epee and Silver Pistol
Occupation: Alchemist?
Personality:Cold, arrogant, yet lights up whenever someone mentions the occult.
Fighting Style:A unique style utilizing both graceful sword moves and gunfire.
History/Motives: Enigmatic, he shows up wherever he pleases, searching out one wild rumour to the next. He says he wants to know everything there is to know, and has an incredible knowledge of the occult and most sciences.

 

[Grey Fox]

Good! You're both in!
Now, the story begins.... (Still accepting sign-ups for rebellion, Unholy Alliance is temporarily closed.)

A cold wind ran through the town that night, likely in anticipation of the monsterous events that were about to occur.
No one could have calculated the odds that would set the cataclysmic war that would nearly destroy human kind as we know it.
But one things historians will generally agree on is that it all began in that little town...
The town of Salisbury, Massachusetts....

Moriatti stood at the top, his long black hair rippling in the wind, his katana at his side. He was sent there to investigate a new discovery, people who have just discovered their powers were important to the Unholy Aliance, often, too often, Moriatti noted, were the new ones already decided in who they were fighting for.
But now, Moriatti could mold this person, he had the potential to create a deadly ally.
If he accepted.
Which was why Moriatti had brought the Katana; incentive.

(OOC: Yes, MeteorStorm-Genis, I am after you! ;) )

 

[Masaya]

(OOC: Ooooh Scary O.O I'll be waiting )

Seth stood on the outskirts of the town. Already knowing what would likely happen if he went any further towards it. He sighed and drew Aeros from his back. If he were to do what he had meant to do for a month now, he might want to practice a bit before hand.
Seth glanced around looking for a sturdy tree or bush to hack away at. He could only see a few near the houses. Great, no practice time, he thought as he resheathed Aeros.
He sighed again, and began to walk slowly towards the town. With every intention of paying everyone back for their kindness; and not neccessarily in a subtle way.

(Edit: I just made a bit of spelling corrections :))

 

[RentCavalier]

Ahead of Seth, illuminated by streetlight, was a man sitting on a bench. He stood out, only because of his unusual red suit outfit. He looked like he was out for a night at the theater.

A rather tattered duffel bag sat in the man's lap, goggle-like sunglasses (OOC: Think Vash the Stampede) covered his eyes, even in a night as dark as this.

As Seth approached the man moved, leaning forward slightly. He spoke, a very elegant and polite voice.

"Well well well, you're the one everyone's been talkin' about...I expected more. Well, I suppose looks aren't everything."

He stood up, bowing slightly and picking up a widebrimmed red had from the bench and putting in on.

"Ah, but where are my manners? I am Aleister Crowley, an alchemst by trade, and a...shall we say, "specialist" in cases such as yours. You are...um..."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, reading the name carefully, stumbling over the last name.

"Seth Thaxathinadin...right?"

 

[CyBeastSaber]

Now this is what i'm talking about. :P
I hope being a ninja-like character is ok.

Name: Toya
Age: 21
Alliance: Independent-maybe become part of rebellion
Ethnicity: Japanese
Height: 6"0'
Weight: 213 pounds

Appearance: He has sapphire blue eyes and indigo hair that curves inward that falls in front of his eyes. He wears a navy blue vest over his blue tunic with blue shorts and also wears a blue pendant. His face has a pale complexion and is neither happy nor sad or feel anger. He carries two small curved blades that are strapped on his waist and placed behind him. (It's weird that I didn't make him have ninja clothes. :P)

Power: Magic Extraction(depending on his weapon, he can extract magical forces within them; he only uses 2 weapons), Camaflogue, Hawkeye(eagle-like eyesight), Rabbitfeet(enables him to move quickly), and Reflex(enables him to quickly dodge oncoming attacks.).

Weapon of Choice: two small magically enhanced curved blades: Sol(red/fire&gravity) and Luna(blue/light&ice)

Occupation: originally an assassin but was gravely injured and casted away like trash

Personality: Calm and quiet. He is silent like the air and as fast as lighting. He rarely shows happiness or anger. He's not easily pressured when facing with extreme dangers. He is skilled with small blades which he can use to easily and quickly destroy an enemy.

Fighting Style: Deathblowing. He easily deals quick, damaging blows to vital areas of his opponent.

History/Motives: He was considered one of the most deadly assassins. After his grave injury, he was thrown into a river an was considered dead. He was found and nursed by a young lady and her father. He doesn't know what to do yet and hopes to find out as he goes out on a journey.

Thank God we didn't have to do Rp Samples. *Takes a huge bite off Rp Samples*

 

[Masaya]

"Seth Thaxathinadin...right?"
Seth placed one hand on Aeros' hilt. Someone else knew his name, predictable. "Now who wants me to join their group?" he said, gripping Aeros tighter. Was everyone after him just because he hadn't chosen sides yet? He sighed, "Actually, I don't care who you are, tell me which group and you'll get an answer."

(OOC: School in a few mins @.@)

 

[RentCavalier]

Crowley chuckled.

"Oh no no no, you misread me. I serve no faction, though I've heard whispersings of several in recent nights. No, my goal is simply to learn all there is to know. Since people were talking about demons and mysterious humans, I figured I'd come see how I could help. Tell me, human, what do you believe?"

He walked closer, his eyes glowing slightly.

"What is your reason for fighting? Revenge? Anger? Apathy? In the war that shall come, what is your purpose?"

 

[Masaya]

Seth released his grip on Aeros.

"Atleast someone thinks I'm still human, even though it may be someone I've never met before."

Seth wondered who exactly this person was, and why he was talking as if he were a different species entirely.

"Perhaps you can answer my question first, is someone who can do this, still human?"

Seth stepped forward and seemed to vanish before the man's eyes, then reappearing behind him.

"If someone can move at such a speed to be seemingly invisible, are they still human?"

 

[RentCavalier]

Crowley actually burst out laughing.

"My boy, you've so much to learn...your power is not unique in the sense you may believe. You can manipulate wind it appears, move as it, with it. I've seen it before, though you have remarkable control. No, you are human, through and through, albeit a...shall we say, "gifted" one."

Crowley smirked.

"Now that we have validated your humanity, may I kindly inquire as to your purpose to return to the town that drove you out? Its a very odd thing to do, unless of course..."

His eyes glowed again, brighter, and he suddenly stood right in front of Seth, his eyes boring into the younger man's.

"You want revenge."

 

[Masaya]

"You want revenge."

The words seemed to hang in the air for hours. Seth shifted uneasily, how did this man know who he was and what he was here for? "Gifted," Seth had heard that term before, it was used by an angry mob... that was what they used first.
Despite his thoughts, Seth actually smiled.

"So, someone in the world still has enough sense not to shut me out as a monster. You're right, I am here for revenge... But I'm also here for answers. Answers to why I have these powers."

Seth looked more closely at the man's clothing, and the rest of his belongings. He seemed to know quite a bit about powers like his emerging.

"Unless, ofcourse, you can provide them first."

 

[RentCavalier]

Aleister poked him oddly, prodding his arms and torso, murmuring.

"Well, the actual scientific process would require me to slice you open. Since that"-

He nodded at the look on Seth's face.

"But the actual methods behind these powers vary from person to person. I honestly don't know how you're gifted...um...were your parents demi-gods? Have you ever...um...had any connections with a demonic woman? Or man?"

He frowned, and muttered a bit, lastly to himself.

"Or maybe its...no...that can't be right..."

 

[Masaya]

(OOC:Wow, cut Seth open :P)

"Demonic people? What are you talking about?"

Frowning, Seth gripped Aeros again.

"You still haven't told me why you're here anyway, and I still have things to do."

If he ever managed to finish his plans here, Seth was going to the Artic for an uninterupted thought period.

 

[RentCavalier]

Crowley chuckled.

"Things to do? I wonder...well, as far as I can tell, the best possible option is one that I really don't like...it IS possible that you're soul was...altered...before your birth. It would take to long to explain how, but it seems to me that some nameless god or demon or something may have passed through or changed the fabric of your soul. The result being, you were born human, but you have the powers of this specific demon, in your case, the manipulation of wind current. Granted, this is only a theory, and there may be other reasons, but all evidence points toward this."

Crowley suddenly smiled a rather sinister smile.

"As for why I'm here? Well...heh...you are not my only reason for coming to this god-forsaken town. Recently, demons have been appearing all over the place, people have been disappearing, strange ritualistic murders are taking place, the laylines are all screwy, which is NEVER a good sign...someone or something is causing an immense paranormal impact on the region. There's something very powerful around here, maybe more thenone something..."

He frowned again.

"I hope I'm not right. Because if I am, its gotten so bad that we've past the point of no return...soon, the delicate balance will snap, and the world will get plunged into a chaoitic conflict not seen since the Middle Ages."