Post by youkai on Sept 8, 2010 20:37:10 GMT -5
Character Name: Phobia The Knightmare
Character Age: 750
Character Gender: male
Character Race: Death-Mentor
A race of shifting beings that change into fear of others and want to bring destruction to all people. Some have shown signs of emotions leading them away from the true goal. Some die because of the change, while others embrace it to the fullest.
Character Class: Warrior/Deathmentor
Character Skills/Spells:
[/li][li]Gifting To A fear: Phobia can cause two things to combine into one, the two things can be inanimate or alive. They can only be a little larger than phobia. Their power is fused to be the same element and their appearance is changed to a close resemblance of both former things. This can be statues and people, to make living statues come into play. This will last for as long as the former living person wants up to five posts. Two inanimate objects can forever be fused, but they are unable to move. Two people can be fused into one if both are willing to lose their former bodies. The combine form becomes a new application shared by both players of the combined bodies. An agreement is to be made by them both from then on to use the new character. Any combination process will need 1900 words to successfully complete. Phobia cannot use this ability with two other Death-Mentors in the topic. This has a seven day cool down and the 1200 words must be 4-7 posts.[/b] [/li][/ul]
Character Weapons: Mallahamoa large 5 foot long katana in all black.No element, adds speed to the user.Character Appearance:Phobia wears a black cloak. It covers his face with a large hood and he wears black gloves to cover his hands. A dark mist floats around his body to make him look more sinister. His eyes shine a yellow out of the hood that people can see in the dark. His skin is white with cracks running down the eyes like broken stone. his hair is silver in color and is long. He is 6'3" and weighs 200 lb.s in normal form.
Character Personality:
Phobia is an odd person, he doesn't care for others unless he needs the alive to kill another. His personality reminds people who some people just want to se the world burn. he is pretty classy in terms of actions. He will do what he wants rather than acting like the head boss. He listens only to himself to remain uncontrollable. His personal taste includes human souls that he has killed and the haunting looks in a persons eyes as they are paralyzed. He walks very smoothly on every surface. His face says doom to all. His voice is pretty dark. If anyones his they think he is about 21 years old. He just looks young.What all Death-Mentors want most if for every soul to die and die themselves because of the unfearing world.
Character History: A form manifested over centuries of fighting, wars, and death, that is where the Death-Mentors come from. People fear what they fear making a paradox and cycle that only ends when every one is dead. Phobia was born in the realm of death and decay 750 years ago. He traced down the most fearing of people all that time developing the ability to make others fear his eyes and the mist in black.Oddly enough he started to develop emotions over he past 150 years. Maybe he is becoming more than a death-mentor possibly a permanent race of shifter. his goals are becoming more and more odd to him. he has considered helping the humans rather than killing them. He isn't completely desided yet to start his killing rounds or stop altogether to help them.he has taken up the power of a warrior to help him deside if they should live or die. He has joined the humans for a short time to test their worth in the existing universe. Like all dark things his link to being evil won't die easily. Any one he deems unworthy is killed by him.
Home World: The Black Land place where it is nothing but rocks, no life or people. It is a prison and a paradise. To be there is to be alone forever. Any one that isn't a Death-Mentor can not stay there. They will be absorbed by the darkness and transported away. No resources can be found there.
Sample RP: The sun over cast in the morning flowery of dawn, Phobia dislike the sun, it could give life and take it away. Heating the deserts and feeding the plants. Phobia walked closer to the town. He wasn't sure yet, he needed to see them in action. To live by fear and die by fear, or to live by worth? His mind was not made yet. Other Death-mentors were to die if they killed the worthy. His foot steps brought him closer to the humans and other beings existing in the town. his blade was tied to his side. His eyes were hidden under his hood. Soon the gate opened and he walked inside. Many people looked at him and he looked down. The nearest guild was several steps away. he came closer to it and several children looked at him. His eyes met theirs and they all ran away. Something in them warned them to run.They didn't have a stance yet, Phobia would not harm children, they show pure hearts with little fear. One stood behind him and tugged his cloak. He turned around."What do you want?" Phobia's voice made him a bit more of balance."My name is Malo, what's yours?" his voice made him sound older than what he looked. "My name is Phobia. Turn around and walk away the world burns for the unfeeling, you aren't one are you?" he made it sound as if that was a bad thing."I don't know?""That is good, now go play." Phobia walked away but was halted by a big man. "Out of my way." Phobia looked into the eyes of the man."What are you!?" He ran into the guild and several people came out. The children and civilians ran inside the buildings. Phobia took out his blade. Several of the men took out guns. Phobia became the mist he spread around the building. The guild members would see a dragon tearing up the building. Phobia would be riding it. They shot the mist and hit their own building with bullets and swords. Phobia was enjoying watching them attempt to harm the illusion. he was hit by four bullets and they al translated into a full damage of one bullet. he stood on the other side of the building letting the men se a dead dragon fade into nothingness. Phobia sat on the building top and looked at several bullets in his arm. His recovery time would be a week or so but the bullets hurt like freaking nuts. He would live through this but the pain filled weak proved they guild was worthy currently. Phobia would need more information to deem them permanently.
Character Age: 750
Character Gender: male
Character Race: Death-Mentor
A race of shifting beings that change into fear of others and want to bring destruction to all people. Some have shown signs of emotions leading them away from the true goal. Some die because of the change, while others embrace it to the fullest.
Character Class: Warrior/Deathmentor
Character Skills/Spells:
- First Aid: With a bit of mental effort, Warriors can patch up small wounds to aid his or her allies. The ability is indeed a spell, though one with the least amount of mental ability required so that even a Warrior can cast it. First Aid is very similar to a weak Cure.
- Cover: If serving as a defender to an ally, a Warrior can boost his defense by using Cover, and absorb all energy from an enemy attack into either his shield or a weapon, though shatter of whatever equipment used is possible.
- Sentinel: Increases resilience to all attacks and negates their effects once per 3 posts.
- Mist Of the Sun: One's body can become a black mist to avoid physical damage. It increases resistance to weapons, body parts, and magic by 75% for two post. This mist expands to cover a large area. one has a figure in that mist that is only an illusion. This mist can make any shape but it cannot harm people. phobia can make illusions in this mist to fool people on where he really is. He can reform from any part of the mist.
- Hollow Eyes: Any one that looks into Phobia's eyes becomes paralyzed for a single post but Phobia cannot harm them during that time. A person will see their death when paralyzed.
[/li][li]Gifting To A fear: Phobia can cause two things to combine into one, the two things can be inanimate or alive. They can only be a little larger than phobia. Their power is fused to be the same element and their appearance is changed to a close resemblance of both former things. This can be statues and people, to make living statues come into play. This will last for as long as the former living person wants up to five posts. Two inanimate objects can forever be fused, but they are unable to move. Two people can be fused into one if both are willing to lose their former bodies. The combine form becomes a new application shared by both players of the combined bodies. An agreement is to be made by them both from then on to use the new character. Any combination process will need 1900 words to successfully complete. Phobia cannot use this ability with two other Death-Mentors in the topic. This has a seven day cool down and the 1200 words must be 4-7 posts.[/b] [/li][/ul]
Character Weapons: Mallahamoa large 5 foot long katana in all black.No element, adds speed to the user.Character Appearance:Phobia wears a black cloak. It covers his face with a large hood and he wears black gloves to cover his hands. A dark mist floats around his body to make him look more sinister. His eyes shine a yellow out of the hood that people can see in the dark. His skin is white with cracks running down the eyes like broken stone. his hair is silver in color and is long. He is 6'3" and weighs 200 lb.s in normal form.
Character Personality:
Phobia is an odd person, he doesn't care for others unless he needs the alive to kill another. His personality reminds people who some people just want to se the world burn. he is pretty classy in terms of actions. He will do what he wants rather than acting like the head boss. He listens only to himself to remain uncontrollable. His personal taste includes human souls that he has killed and the haunting looks in a persons eyes as they are paralyzed. He walks very smoothly on every surface. His face says doom to all. His voice is pretty dark. If anyones his they think he is about 21 years old. He just looks young.What all Death-Mentors want most if for every soul to die and die themselves because of the unfearing world.
Character History: A form manifested over centuries of fighting, wars, and death, that is where the Death-Mentors come from. People fear what they fear making a paradox and cycle that only ends when every one is dead. Phobia was born in the realm of death and decay 750 years ago. He traced down the most fearing of people all that time developing the ability to make others fear his eyes and the mist in black.Oddly enough he started to develop emotions over he past 150 years. Maybe he is becoming more than a death-mentor possibly a permanent race of shifter. his goals are becoming more and more odd to him. he has considered helping the humans rather than killing them. He isn't completely desided yet to start his killing rounds or stop altogether to help them.he has taken up the power of a warrior to help him deside if they should live or die. He has joined the humans for a short time to test their worth in the existing universe. Like all dark things his link to being evil won't die easily. Any one he deems unworthy is killed by him.
Home World: The Black Land place where it is nothing but rocks, no life or people. It is a prison and a paradise. To be there is to be alone forever. Any one that isn't a Death-Mentor can not stay there. They will be absorbed by the darkness and transported away. No resources can be found there.
Sample RP: The sun over cast in the morning flowery of dawn, Phobia dislike the sun, it could give life and take it away. Heating the deserts and feeding the plants. Phobia walked closer to the town. He wasn't sure yet, he needed to see them in action. To live by fear and die by fear, or to live by worth? His mind was not made yet. Other Death-mentors were to die if they killed the worthy. His foot steps brought him closer to the humans and other beings existing in the town. his blade was tied to his side. His eyes were hidden under his hood. Soon the gate opened and he walked inside. Many people looked at him and he looked down. The nearest guild was several steps away. he came closer to it and several children looked at him. His eyes met theirs and they all ran away. Something in them warned them to run.They didn't have a stance yet, Phobia would not harm children, they show pure hearts with little fear. One stood behind him and tugged his cloak. He turned around."What do you want?" Phobia's voice made him a bit more of balance."My name is Malo, what's yours?" his voice made him sound older than what he looked. "My name is Phobia. Turn around and walk away the world burns for the unfeeling, you aren't one are you?" he made it sound as if that was a bad thing."I don't know?""That is good, now go play." Phobia walked away but was halted by a big man. "Out of my way." Phobia looked into the eyes of the man."What are you!?" He ran into the guild and several people came out. The children and civilians ran inside the buildings. Phobia took out his blade. Several of the men took out guns. Phobia became the mist he spread around the building. The guild members would see a dragon tearing up the building. Phobia would be riding it. They shot the mist and hit their own building with bullets and swords. Phobia was enjoying watching them attempt to harm the illusion. he was hit by four bullets and they al translated into a full damage of one bullet. he stood on the other side of the building letting the men se a dead dragon fade into nothingness. Phobia sat on the building top and looked at several bullets in his arm. His recovery time would be a week or so but the bullets hurt like freaking nuts. He would live through this but the pain filled weak proved they guild was worthy currently. Phobia would need more information to deem them permanently.
