Storm's RP characters

These are some characters that I have used in RP's, along with some I plan to use in the future. I will continue editing this first post, so feel free to comment. Most of these characters you will not recognize, as they were used on different sites. However, I felt it is somewhat like an artists portfolio. What better way to gain insight on one than by gazing upon their past work?

 

Name: Caedus Zamikios, to be used in Realms 2: Rebirth of Evil

Country: Drosin

Alliance: Good

Age: 15

Appearance: Caedus stands at 5' 11" tall. He currently weighs 237 pounds of ripped muscle. He wears a dark black vest over his fluffy white aristocrat shirt. Usually, he wears fingerless black gloves made from Ram-hide. His boots are black, made with cow hide leather, and are laced with steel from the tip of his toe to the crown of the shoe. His laces are made from cow-hide leather as well, with the buckles made of pure gold. He wears black slacks, traditional of the Aristocratian style. The slacks are held up by a sash that is laced with Gold. His shirt buttons are Gold plated as well. He has one hoop earring, formed from pure Silver, only to pump up his already strong appearance. His hair is slicked back with the finest Gel money can buy, near to the skin on the sides of his head while being ridiculously long on the top. This is, as aforementioned, slicked back on the top of his head. His hair is tied into a rat tail in the back, lengthed to hanging just above his spine. His face, chin, and bone structure are absolutely perfect.

Personality: Caedus is a perfectionist. Whatever happens, whatever occurs, it HAS to be his way. Because in his mind, the world is not perfect, and he is the only one with the power to make it so. He is incredibly strong willed and will never back down from a fight. Although he prefers not to fight, even though with his great size and strength few can stand up to, he prefers to settle things democratically. He completely despises wild and erratic behaviour. Planning is everything. And when things dont go according to plan, people tend to find themselves gasping for breath under his powerful political fist.

Biography: Caedus Zamikios is the child of the two greatest known heroes in Renit; Richand and Siana Zamikios. Being a child of two celebrities, Caedus has never known the shallow life peasants follow. Standing on top of them from his childhood, he was able to observe and learn from the mistakes of others. His mind developed at an accelerated rate since he was born, learning to speak at 11 months old; fluent in three languages at 6 without any prior influence.

His mind is like the greatest of all sponges, absorbing any knowledge he hears, reads, writes, or sees and stowing it into the depths of his mind. By the time he was 10 years old, he was a very active political idealist. Noone could place doubt into the boys apparent ability to influence others decisions greatly. Since the fall and separation of Destry, Caedus has convinced 48 former military activists to turn their back on the old ways of the trecherous Destrian Empire.

He has been known by many names since his introduction to politics. Genius, Protegy, The Hero without Fear, and in a sense, he has become all of these things. He has never shown any opposition the slightest glimpse of fear. Anything he cannot accomplish, he continues trying until he succeeds, and does not stop until said task is completed. So, in a way, he can accomplish anything.

Now 15 years old, he is one of the most powerful activists in the newly rebuilt Grand Citadel of Renit. He represents the Drosin territory for the most part, but as a whole, he represents the entire continent against any opposing force, foreign and domestic. Even as young as he is, he has already gained enough fame among the residents to become the Face of Justice among the countries on Renit.

He is particularly just on the slums of Salfir, a barren wasteland of peasants and poor folk who were hit the hardest by the Destrian Conflict. It absolutely disgusts him when people take advantage over others for no reason other than their personal success. He always thinks about the effects of actions on others before he makes a move, which is the very reason for him being such a prominent force in Politics.

Weapon of Choice: Caedus prefers not to fight physically, although his physical disposition would allow him to take out many opponents with ease. When faced with battle, he conforms to using the newfound technology of gun powder. He carries a bronze-hilt, gold-plated pistol at his hip, while carrying a variety of other accessories on his belt sash. He has two small black balls on his hip-sash, that, when met with an impact, disperse a great deal of smoke that clouds the lungs and causes de-suffocation. The oponent passes out without physical harm, and can be healed at a local hospital.

Other than these weapons, he has a blade the size of a small telescope that, like a telescope, extends to a full length of three feet.

 

Name: Sekhmet, used in the RP, "Realms."

Alliance: Evil

Appearence: Sekhmet stands at 6'5", and weighs 233 pounds. He wears long black and purple make-shift silk pants, along with an overflowing purple robe that hangs just above the ground. His face is covered by the hood of the robe, and he wears midnight black silk gloves. His body is covered in tattoos and ancient symbols of a long forgotten race. His skin is a tan brown color.

Biography: Sekhmet is perhaps the strangest being presently alive. His mystical tattoos and strange incantations startle most who see him. His body itself is quite intimidating, bearing markings of the forgotten civilization of Ammit. Ammit was a supersticious culture who honoured the different Gods of the known world.

Isis was the god of Wisdom, and the main one the poepl of Ammit treasured. They practiced their Sacred rituals and magical spells to honor and appease Isis. Amun Ma'at, God of Justice, was protector to Isis. Sekhmet despised both of these creatures, and so he sided with both Osiris and Ra, the Gods of Death and Sun.

With the newfound power and hatred fueled by these vengeful spirits, Sekhmet acted their will and destroyed Ammit and it's people. No one knows how long he has been alive, only that the records of Ammit date back to other 2,500 years ago. He has long since been in slumber, it is assumed, until recently.

He has arisen once more, sensing the bloodlust and stench of war. His powers are stronger than he could remember. Bearing the Sceptor of Seth, God of the Desert, he has become the High Preist of Destry. Befriending Storm Valentine, his thirst for war has never been closer to being quenched. Many question as to where his powers limits are, and where it comes from.

It comes from his soul, but is channeled through his scepter. The only reason being is that he posseses the long famed and sought after "Eye of Ra", what he says was a gift from the God himself. He also posseses the Ankh of Osiris, his right arm. It is covered in pure gold, malleable and wanted by many. Using these tools, he releases the power of the Gods upon his foes.

Abilities: He can summon the dead, and he posseses the ability to launch bolts of lightning from the sky or his body.

 

Name: Boris "The Bear" Ugoslav, used in "Seekers of the Lost Treasure" RP.

Race: Russian/ Eastern Ukraine

Group: Leader of The Tiran (aka The Investors)

Weapon of Choice: Boris is an expert fencer, and, being enlisted in the Russian army for many years, he is an expert Marksman, preffering to kill his opponents with direct hits to the oxipedal lobe. He prefers to use a handgun which he modified himself, utilizing his immense wealth, this customized handgun can fire five bullets at a touch of its hair trigger. His Rapier, which he uses mainly for torture and fancies the elegant styling, is a brutal weapon in his hands.

Appearance: Boris is, being Russian, very tall. He towers over most of his company standing at 6' 6". Being in the army, Boris is a very muscular man as well. He wears a Black Armani suit made of quilted leather and Iron, obviously for protection reasons. The metal has been lightened however, and hs been modified into a sort of Mesh-Steel compound that can withstand the toughest blows without shuddering, even those from guns. He has a scar from a rapier battle that stretches from the top of his forehead down through his right eye and towards the bottom of his chin. The wound is an inch and a half wide. Due to the wound, he also has a clear glass eye.

Biography: Boris, his alias codename being "The Bear" which derived from his brutal tactics in his army days, is a financial genius. He was born in Zagrev Croatia, a subsidiary of Russia. Among the people whom traffic money, he is the Top Dog. Their are none beneath him. He is the leader of the Tiran, a criminal syndicate that traffics people and involves nearly every aspct of the Black Market into its trades. He himself has an Elite Group of body guards called "The Mishino Pikas", meaning "Defenders of Night."

Noone rebels against him, being the Top Leader of the Tiran, he has enough connections to tell if someone whispers something against him, and then has them dealt with. He has as of late been acquiring a growing interest in Ancient Artifacts, and therefore has made deals with the notorious Leader of the Pirating Gang, The Black Bloods. Utilizing these people much like a marionette utilizes his puppets, he controls all of their actions. The Bloods do gain some profit from this, with The Bear taking a 30% cut on anything they obtain of his interest. Boris resides in Northern Russia, banked by the trecherous Bengal Straight, and he controls much of the Railroad industry there. Nearly every corner of Russia and the other European countries have their hands soaked with Boris's influence, making him the most powerful man in the world.

Personality: Boris is a rough man, very stearn and very mean to those he is not familiar with. When he does not know you, on rare occassion, he has been known to send people to his torture chamber in Siberia, Russia known as "The Gauntlet". It is an immense underground Labyrinth that contains al manners of torture devices; and their is no escape. This has given Boris a reputation as a man not to be tampered with. When around him, it is best to watch what you say if youd like to keep your manhood.

 

Character Name: Filius Lux Lucis (Father Lucis for short) used in the "Second Chance" RP.

Gender: Male

Age: 128

Alliance: Player / Sage

Appearance: Filius stands at 6'3" by measured height, but due to his age, he hunches, and his eyline is at 6'0". He wears the long, flowing robe of a Priest. His face is aged with wisdom, his hair being bleach white. His facial hair, an englishmens wrap around goatee, is tied in two braids 16" from his face. His eyelines are sagged and ancient, with his pupils being colored a deep gree and purple mix. He has a golden cross pendant on his neck that shines as bright as the sun when he taps into its power.

Personality: Filius is a very spiritual man. Being one of the most devout Christians in the world, his beleifs are those of the Bible. He is often overly critical of those who question his beliefs. He is very overly critical, but he has a right to be so. His longevital life span has enabled him with vast quantities of knowledge few can even dream of. His confinement in his Cathedrals led him into solitude, which in turn made his cold heart grow even colder, shutting out all who cared for him. Because of being cut off from civilized society for so long, he has a very hard time understanding why people act the way they do, and kill the way they kill.

Bio: Filius Lux Lucis is a disciple of God, the one and only savior of the christian people. His bloodline traces back to the original Jesus Christ, whom died on the Cross for the world's sins. Filius has always felt he owed Jesus and God a huge debt for the salvation of the Christian people. He has dedicated his life to the study of the Bible, practicing the whole of it, leaving no commandmant nor law unscathed. He has followed every rule in the Bible feircely, and has forced it upon others who either doubt or threaten the Sanctity of the Holy Ghost.

He married at the age of thirty to a venerable christian woman, and together, they had two children, a boy and a girl. They were married fifteen long years, until an Atheist group broke into the Cathedral in which they lived and murdered his family. He was brutally beaten and flung into a river. But, being the eldest and most vitalized person in the family, he survived. He looked at it as an act of God, that it was he who gave him the power to survive, and that it would be God who would give him the strength to endure his tragic loss.

Some time later, roughly 9 years, he remarried to another woman, Christian as usual. They had three children in six years. In his heart, there was no way he would ever lose his family again. When his original family died, his heart had gone cold as ice, and the hearth of it hd become a dragon. The dragon symbolizing his dead family. When he remarried, his heart became warm again, and he let his love flow.

Yet somehow, he could always hear the Dragon speaking... talking to him.... whispering to him the sum of all his fears. It was your fault you know... the Dragon would beckon.... You caused your families loss, and you will be unable to hold onto this one. You cannot live forever, and neither can they. Remember, even stars burn out....

The dragons words sank into him like a venom, coursing throughout his being and filling him with a hidden rage. He came to understand, however, that the dragon was right. His family died in a car crash on the way to the grocery store. A few army-men had mistaken them for a Communist spy party, and opened fire on their vehicle. The flames billowing from the car were nothing compared to the flames of rage billowing around his heart. He wanted to destroy the Dragon, he wanted to crush the dragon, and yet he couldnt. In the end, he doesnt even want to. Because the Dragon accepts him, and tells him just the way things will work out.

He went into solitude, taking efuge in a huge Cathedral located in England. He witnessed the cold war, he saw the Korean conflict, and he was there when the World Trade Center collapsed. He has seen the Iraq war grow to a national conflict, and he no longer blames people for there mistakes. To him, everything that happens is under the will of God. If the Iraqi's are meant to be eradicated by the Americans, then that is how it must be. He does not argue. He has long grown out of attachments, leaving the Dragon that lived in his furnace heart alone to die. As he aged over the years, the dragons icy whisper would haunt him still. You will die too, Filius.... Even stars burn out...

Filius has lived for 128 long years, gathering knowledge. Every day, he regretted the way he had lived his life. He was not ashamed of the way it turned out, but he often wondered how his life would have been if he did not take the way of the Sage. The Dragon always whispered failure to him, and those ever familiar words of stars dying. He began to doubt his own reason for existence, and his role in life. He wondered if his strong religious beleifs had made any impact on the world. He wondered if, maybe, he helped himself too much and wallowed in the anguish of his memories too much to fullfill the legacy of Jesus.

Eventually, as the Dragon had whispered to him, he did die. He died alone, in his Cathedral, sitting on a pew in front of the Lord's cross. His heart gave out, and he passed away. At the moment of his death, before he ascended into the eternal land of immortal Angels in the sky, dark beings approached him. They called themselves "The Reapers," and spoke to him of a game... a game in which he could be given another chance at life. But this second chance would not encompass any memories of his previous life, and the way this intrigued him was incredible.

His thoughts raced, about all the things he could do. To be reborn, to be alive without the burden of being Jesus Christ's disciple, to live without the painful and haunting memories of his past....

To live without the Dragon....

He accepted the Reapers challenge. They transported him to their Dark city. As he surveyed his new surroundings in a place of evil, he realized their was one way for him to win. By using the power of God. The Reapers had said he needed to antie up the thing he cared most for in the world. It was easy for him to know what that was, but hard for him to say it. Eventually of course he did.

His entry fee was his Soul.

Medium abilities: Father Lucis's medium is the cross pendant he wears around his neck. When he grasps it, he can tap into his vast knowledge and enable telempathy. He can levitate a few objects, with bigger ones taking more power and therefore causing him greater strain. He can control atoms in the air to create a "Force" to some extent. He can influence these molecules to release energy, which would cause a forceful blast of energy.

 

Name: Storm Valentine, used in the "Realms" RP

Alliance: Evil Military Commander of Destry

Appearence: 6'0" even, weighs 243 pounds, and has long blonde hair, ponytailed at the end with dark/dirty look to it. Wears a white scruffy collar, long-sleeve white tux shirt with dark purple vest. The coattails of his vest make a V shape going downwards. He wears black tux pants with Dragonhide boots and Alligator teeth belt buckle with leather fitting and custom vortex belt buckle. Holds a shiny gold handled Cutlass at his side, along with a black and gold plated multi-barrel Pistol.

Biography: Storm is from a very prodigious family of wealthy upperclass citizens. Being as such, it was very easy for him to obtain power and control over his subordinates. Master fencer, Expert Marksman, and good with Shotokahn martial arts, he is a worthy opponent for any to face in or outside his 13,000 square foot mansion and gardens.

His immense wealth has enabled him to buy out most of his enemies, and he has become the figure for the new movement to take over the continent. His newly formed Dictatorship has given him the power to manipulate the regions and gain popularity in other realms. His wealth has additionally given him access to the premeire items in the Realms, along with the latest technology. He bought and owns a multiple-barrel solid black gold pistol. This being a notch up from the commonly used single-shot weapons, Storm's pistol is capable of firing multiple shots without reloading.

Abilities: Expert Fencer, good with Shotokahn.

 

Character Name: Vincent Giovanni (Vinni for short) used in the "Second Chance" RP.

Gender: Male

Age: 48

Alliance: Player - Italian

Appearance: Vinni stands at 6'5" tall. He is a very stout and strong man, weighing 245 pounds. He always wears a dark black jacket, complete with black dress pants and a dark purple tie. His a dirty blonde/brown mix that is slicked back with gel. He has a traditional mustache, complete with a goatee. His eyes are thin lined and a dark black. His hands are very very big, far bigger than normal hands. He wears many rings across his fingers, each of them having a letter on them. They are solid gold, with the letters being pure diamond. The rings on his right hand spell "MEAT", whil those on his left spell "BOMB."

Personality: Vinni is a critical man. Given his vast height and strength, some would say he has developed a "Superiority Complex." He has always thought himself better than everyone else, and this mindset has gotten him where he has ended up in life. He always sees himself as right, no matter what another may say. You can argue with him forever until you either give up, or he kills you.

Bio: Vincent Castillo Giovanni was an assassin for the Italian mafia in the years 1971-2003. He worked straight out of Sicily. He was enlisted by his Uncle Castillo at the age of 10. At first, he simply worked for the mob as an insurance act, smuggling money from places grown men could not fit into. It was, of course, the family business. He robbed and made his first murder at 13, when the owner of a house caught him in the act and attempted to apprehend him. Vinni grabbed an ice-pick from the mans freezer and shoved in into his throat. The man collapsed on the ground, blood spilling from his neck like a fountain. It appeared that Vinni had peirced his vocal chords, and whatever pleas of mercy the man may have given where strangled within the confinement of his mind. Vinni grasped the pick again, pulling it out, and stuck it back into the back of the mans skull, just above the spine.

It was instant death. Vinni had severed the spinal column.

When Vinni went to court for the murder, the mob bought him out, placing a fall man in his position. It was then Vinni realized that he could do whatever he wanted free of consequence. The mob became his life; his only family. After that, Vincent Giovanni was suspected of more than twenty homicides from Madrid, Spain to Paris, France. However, the bodies were so badly mutilated and decomposed, there was not enough evidence left to hold him in jail. The mob could easily bail him out of anything. He would assassinate whomever the mob told him to, and he was good at it. He got paid for it. It made him happier than anything ever had in the world. Nothing stisfied him like the rush of a kill. Not making love to a woman, not the succulent taste of a delicious meal, nothing. Killing became his life.

However, after a long history of murder and debauchery, Vincent Giovanni was let go. The mob retired him. He was no longer allowed to kill as he pleased, not only because he was decommisioned, but he began lacking the physical strength to continue assassinating. He was decommisioned at 45, and he was found dead at age 48. A bullet wound in his head and a gun in his hand. He had gotten what he always wanted.

He had gotten one more kill.

But he still doubted his life. Why did he lack the strength to go on? He was one of the most skilled assassins in history, he had millions of dollars, houses across the globe, all the pleasurable company of women he could ever dream of, and still....

Nothing gave him the rush of a kill.

He wanted another life. He wanted another chance to start anew. He wanted to kill again, to be able to kill all he wanted. Desecration of human life was his favorite hobby. Shortly after his death and before his departure to hell, he was confronted by Reapers and given the choice to participate in a game for a second chance at life. He had no true bargaining chip.... Nothing he really cared most for.... So he offered the one thing the Reapers could make use of.

His eternal servitude.

Medium abilities: Giovanni's mediums are the rings across his fingers that spell "MEATBOMB". By tapping into them, his medium abilities allow him to not only gain tremendous dexterous abilities, but to become stealthy. His skin will camoflauge with his surroundings, making him near to invisible. As his power grows, he will eventually be able to manipulate heat. He cannot create heat, but with his power, he can literally "sap" the heat from the air around things, creating absolute zero temperatures when at maximum power. His strength grows over time. His power is fueled by the souls of those he has killed over the years.

 

Real Name: Petrophocles, used in the "Second Chance" RP.

Reaper Name: Horror

Gender: Male

Age: 3017

Alliance: Reaper

Appearance: Petrophocles stands at 5'8". He weighs less than 90 pounds. His body is entirely composed of bone and a thin layer of rotting flesh. Various insects crawl in and out of his body, prolonging whats left of their life by feeding on his dead tissue.His face is gaunt and darkened with age. The top left side of his face is missing, a decomposed mess. His eyeball on that side rotates free of its socket. He wears no clothes other than the rags from which he was bound in. All the tissues and muscles in his body have rotted away to nothing. His brain is completely gone, and the only actual soft flesh he has left other than his thin membrane of skin is half of his tongue and both of his eyeballs.


Personality: His personality is a monotone bass, long and deep, with plenty of scratchiness as the voice rolls over the scarred remnants of what used to be his vocal chords. He never takes things at face value, and is one of the most intriguing beings in existence.


Bio: "Horror", was a man once. That was a long, long time ago. He served the Phonecian Empire back then, and was a prime agent of good. He was a prime negotiator to defend the Phoenician Empire from declaring war. In the middle of one of his negotiations with the Egyptians, he was beaten and kidnapped. When he woke up, he was wrapped in a white foamy gauze, and he was being placed in what he suspected was a sarcophagos. He tried to think, but most of his brain had been ripped out; he tried to scream, but his tongue was gone; he attempted to fight back, but all his organs had been removed.He had become the tester for the Egyptians age old tradition of the ultimate punishment:

Being buried alive.

He survived still, in his sarcophogos, buried under tons of sand, for what he could only attempt to assume was an extraordinarily long time. And he would not die. His body slowly began to digest itself, and he became thinner and thinner with each tick of his mental clock. Finally, his body ate through his heart, the ultimate suffering indeed. A broken heart was nothing compared to eating your own. Slowly, he passed out of existence. Obviously, he had doubts of his life. The Reaper approached him, and at the mere sight of him, the Reaper himself was horrified. At that time, there was only one Reaper. He was known as the Composer. He instantly offered him a position as a Reaper in the Game. He hesitated at first, but at the thought of being able to seek revenge on the people who doomed him, he immediately agreed.

Being one of the first and oldest of the Reapers, he has a nearly infinite spectrum of knowledge in how to run the game. Since his times as being the Composer's croney, he has been coming up with new and enticing ideas of how to torture the players. He at first enjoyed torturing the players personally, but in the present time, he has no true interest to do so. The Reapers of today somewhat disgust him, along with the rogue hacker known as the "Red Reaper." He helped design such a beautiful game, it saddens him to see it reduced to a game of cat and mouse.

If he had tears to cry, he would.

He is known now as "The Horror", because he is the most grotesque and terrifying of all the Reapers. Any that gaze into what was once his face for too long may lose themselves in the feeble position for eternity.

Medium abilities: He is a creator. His medium is his own skeleton. His medium powers are those of creation. He can spawn items and shape the land at will. He is able to create matter, which is scientifically supposed to be impossible. His strength lies in his knowledge, the knoledge of three-thousand years designing "The Game."

 

Name: Cyber Apparatus Project 001 (CAP-1 for short) used in "The Order" RP

Gender: Male

Alliance: Serves the highest bidder.

Appearance: His metallic skin has turned what was once the body of a man into a hideous simulacrum of the word. His skin itself is whiter than any form of the word pale, and the circuitry running beneath his skin can be clearly seen. All his limbs have been replaced with metal limbs. His right eyeball has been replaced with an infrared sensor, and his hairline is gone. Most of his cranium is made of metal now, with random spots of scalp still sprouting tufts of black hair.

Biography: CAP-1 was never born. At least, not that he can remember. He was created. He doesnt even have a name, as far as his databank is encrypted. The furthest his memory goes back is a day labeled in his CPU as "Emersion." His memory of that fateful day is broken and scattered, but from what he can access in his internal database is that he was a casualty of said incident. He had been a Battallion Commander for the (Unnamed Planet, UP for short) military. With more than 20 years in the field on multiple battlefronts and having over 12,000 successfully trained Combat Soldiers under his belt, he was a prize to the (UP). He had won multiple awards For both his bravery and his ferocity in combat.

On the day labeled in his memory circuits as "Emersion," he suffered a tragic accident. He had been on a reconnassaince mission in (UP), trying to save some bimbos who claimed they had found a Lost Civilization. During his excavation of the ruins, he found said civilians bodies had been burnt to a crisp by some unknown force. Then, the ground had started to shake, and the ruins of this "Lost Land" rose into the air. The Battallion Commander hesitated to retreat, but quickly started running when a smokey smell reached his nostrils.

He never stood a chance. His last memory of that day was the Ruins exploding like a bomb, blasting away his entire life.

He woke up some time later on an operating table. As he looked around, he could see that all of his limbs were encased by some metallic casing. He struggled to rise, but for some reason, his arms did not move, his legs did not twitch, he did not even feel the blade of the saw that a doctor was using to cut through his arm tissue. Suddenly, it all came back, the pain, the smoke, the fire.... and the blood. From his memory, he had not survived that explosion, and yet here he was, contemplating on the very though of it.

He looked back at the doctor who held the blade, but realized that their was no blood shooting from his tissue. Instead, sparks were scarring the floor and walls of the room, the harsh operating light blasting down on his eyes, eyes that had not opened for several weeks. He passed out, and returned to slumber, trying to escape the horror of reality in the blissfull ignorance that were his dreams.

When he woke again, he found that he seemed to be having a slight vision problem. With one eye, he could see clearly, the hospital walls and beds around him. With the other however, he was seeing a red version of the world. His vision was dark, and looked as though the world had been drenched in blood. He attempted to wipe off his eye, he was sure something must be covering it. But his arm would not respond to his command. His gaze showed him it was still constricted under the metallic plate. He summoned what strength he had and, to his great suprise, the plate ripped free, revealing his arm.

Thats what it should have revealed. He still had a shoulder blade, and half of a bicep, but where there should have been an attached elbow and tricep and forearm and hands, there was a metal elbow, a metal tricep, a metal forearm and a metal hand. He lifted what was left of his left arm into the air in front of his face and examined it. He stifled a cry inside his head. He then gently tapped his right eye, the one that was seeing red, with his metal forefinger. What he heard then would have caused terror in the normal human being. /he heard a sound, Clank. He tapped it twice more, Clank Clank.

His head swirled with anger and emotion. He grasped the doctor that had held the blade and with enormous strength pulled him in close. "What have you done to me!" he tried to say, but the voice he heard was not his. It was not the one he remembered. It was deeper, with a resonating sound of echoing metals, with a spark of static for a rougher noise. Its sound was compared to metal shreiking across the highway after a car crash.

"What have you done to me!" he cried out again in the new screeching noise that served as his voice. The doctor smiled and replied, "Exactly what you said to." His memory suddenly went blank, and he reached up towards his cranium with terror. It was metal as well. His mind shreiked as the doctor pressed a button on a handheld remote, a button that signaled the computer that had lain dormant within his skull to activate and serve as the half of his brain that had been burned away. His emotions flared as the CPU accessed sensors throughout his body, giving him touch and feel and all his senses back. His head jolted from side to side as it downloaded information, having restrictionless connection to all waves, internet and radio frequencies. He learned the knowledge of the world in less than a minute.

He was wrought with anger, and gasped for breath, but found he could not breathe. His lungs, heart, and burnt away trachea had been replaced by a vocabulator which acted as his new voice and a breathing apparatus which would continually pump blood and oxygen throughout his bloodstream forever. He could not stop it, he could not even slow it down.
He was unable to make any sort of breathing noise, only able to stifle sounds of moaning and incomprehensible words. He choked on air as what was left of his charred vocal chords vibrated with assistance from the vocabulator, giving his "voice" an even raspier sound.

He staggered off the table with his new legs, his metal legs, the legs which when he put pressure on would cut into what was left of his thighs for the rest of his life. His thighs attempted to bleed, but they could not. Tubes connected directly into his blood stream recycled old blood throughout his body, and would for the rest of his life. He was unable to bleed. If a gash or cut appeared on his body, specialized tubes forced the exact right amount of proteins and fibers needed to rebuild the tissue in a short time period. His chestplate was cold, and hard against his metal fingers. He attempted to cry, but he could no longer do that either. His tear ducts had been vaporized in the explosion, and could no longer produce water to cool his eyes. Even his eyelids themselves had burned away.

His one eye that still saw things normally had a special metal fixator that wrapped around his head and had wires running underneath his skin to keep the eye temperature cool. He no longer needed to blink. His other eye had been blown apart, and had been replaced by an infrared sensor and a microchip in place of the retina and temple. He came to find that his teeth had been shattered in the blast as well, but he could not touch them. Their was a cold mask in place of his mouth that had a tube running from it to his chest. He no longer needed to feed. He had circuits designed to recirculate the energies in his body for continuos use forever. If he ever ran out, all he needed to do was charge his battery.

With such little need to live and all of life's trivial tasks removed for him, he came to realize that there was no point for him to go on. But he could not kill himself. Shortly after he broke out of the Doctor's office he had tried attempting suicide, but failed miserably when he found no material capable of penetrating his metal shell. Even shooting himself point blank, the circuits would simply reconstruct the tissue and he would be alive to endure all the pain. All the sorrow. All the sadness within his shell. He was alone.

After a few years went by, he begin utilizing his talents. He became an assassin. But he was a very unique type of assassin. In addition to a high wage for his services, he was paid in human body parts. Healthy human tissue that he could forge with himself to make himself stronger and sustain life within his metal prison. Each time he gets human tissue and suckles it into his body, his own strength builds. He cannot grow taller, he cannot gain weight, and he cannot eat anything other than flesh. When he does feast, the shield covering his mouth lowers itself, revealing a dark hole where his mouth once was. A tube then comes out of the hole and pours an acidic compound over said "food." Then the remains are sucked into his core via the tube.

Now, he works for noone. He commands no armies.

His talents go to the highest bidder.

Personality: CAP-1 has no true personality anymore. His brain that was once human is void of emotion, and the half of his brain that is a supercomputer has taken over. The machines influence is complete, and very maniacal. His speech has taken a wild turn as well, where in the beginning of this Cyborg mutation he was still recognizable as once being a human do to his verbal communication style. Now, the machine in his head has taken over, and speaks from its own artificial mind, dubbing what use to be the modern English language as "Slang." He talks now with perfect vocabulary, along with titling his sentances before he speaks. Now, his social persona only lives for one thing: To satisfy the machines lust for completion.

Powers: CAP-1's body itself is a power. He has no hidden strengths, no superhuman feats and no Ethos. His strength is the fact that he is machine, and his armor cannot be penetrated by any known material. The fact that he was constructed after the Ethos were discovered is no hinderence to him either. The metal that encases his body is lined with material that is resistant to Ethos energy. It is called "Synthflesh." It is like a second skin, a coccune if you will, that shields him from the damaging effects of Ethos. The fact that he is a machine means that he is also very very strong. This aids him greatly in his assassination missions and in normal fights. He has a custom made Sniper Rifle. The brand is Aratech SD signature series velocity calibrating Rifle with a Tri-Light synth-scope, meaning it can track by movement in addition to sight. It is also equipped with Infra-red sensors, meaning he can potentially scout an entire building through his scope.

This is his favorite weapon to use. He can also upgrade the machinery on his body with money he takes from his assassination missions.

 

Name: Rex Rgis Malum, to be used in the upcoming "Solaris" RP.

Race: Ferinus Viperre

Gender: Male

Appearance: Being an inhabitant of planet Ustulo, Rex is a lizard-snake. He is able to change color, change size and, at times, if he loses any appendage he can grow them back. This applies to nearly every appendage. However, this power does have a cost. It cannot be used in succession. If a body part is cut off more than once, it will not grow back. He maintains a human stature, his scaly body reaching 6'3". His skin is incredibly rough, being born the traditional Viperre way, his skin is made of Metamorphic Igneous Crystal. This substance resembles the roughness of the arid stones in deserts.

The skin is peircable though, proving an effective but not invincable shield. The one thing it does provide full immunity from is heat. Being of Viperre descendence, heat is their natural source of energy, and so their skin evolved to withstand tremendous amounts of heat, nearly reaching Supernova. Small stone spikes cover his entire body, yet his face is somehow human. It is a rocky, grainy face, but he has eyes, a mouth, one nostril in the center of his forehead, and small holes for ears located in the very back of his head. He also has a pair of earholes on the tops of his hands. These are used for hearing what others cannot.

He has small spiked rocknails that are attached to his fingertips. He uses these either for battle or to tear things apart. His teeth are serrated and set in three rows from the front to the back of his mouth. The move like a conveyor belt, new teeth constantly replacing the old ones every other week. His rocky body is colored a deep Brown color. His body will change color depending on both the temperature and the climate of his surroundings. He can also change color at will, making him a very useful spy. Typically, he wears no clothing. This is so he can better "accustom" himself in any situation if needed.

Planet: Ustulo is a scorched desert; home to some of the feircest predators in the Universe. It is known amongst travelers as the "Furnace Planet." The dirt being able to reach temperatures of over 450 degrees, the Planet is rather repulsive to the normal traveler. However, the occassional Game Hunter will attempt to grab a peice of the rare substances the Planet holds.

Biography/History: Rex Rgis Malum is a member of the family Ferinus Viperre. This family is a long-lived and long-evolved chain of lizard-snakes. They are known to have some of the toughest skin in the Universe, making them an oppurtune target for most hunters of rare skins and merchant traders. The Ferinus Viperre are a rare species, mostly associated with the other dangerously dark creatures of Planet Ustulo. The Ferinus Viperre are known to reproduce in the center of their known Planet. As the adults are already immune to heat, the eggs which hold their children are not. The egg is taken to the core of the planet and broken open prematurely. The fetus of the baby Viperre is then buried in the molten sand while the parent returns to the surface.

After several months of "incubation", the baby is ready to leave the core of the Planet. Due to the immense pressure and heat, the newborn's skin grows as Metamorphic Igneous Crystal. The baby then utilizes its claws and digs its way to the surface, fasting all the while and taking 3 weeks to reach the surface at best. The Viperre are able to survive for months at a time on a single meal, losing none of their weight or strength in the process. When the newborn arrives at the surface, it is already able to fend for itself. Rex was born this way, along with every other Ferinous Viperre on the Planet. Feeding on small creatures at first, Rex was confronted with his first real challenge when he was several months old.

He encountered a giant Calx Vernus, in english it means "stone snake". The Calx Vernus swallowed young Rex whole. However, due to Rex's intensely rough skin, the worm's innards were ripped apart from the inside as Rex slid down his throat. This did not kill the worm, however. Rex spent the next couple weeks inside the worms stomach, feeding off the worms meals as it ate, sharing with the worm a Parasitic relationship. Unable to gain any nutrients from its meals, the worm soon died of starvation, and Rex burrowed his way out of the worm's stomach, emerging from its mouth. Rex then spent a few weeks guarding his host's carcass by day, and feasting upon it by night.

A Calx Vernus has the most protein-filled meat in the known galaxy. Rex was able to quickly triple in size during the time it took to finish the worms carcass. Time did not pass normally on Ustulo, haing three suns, it was impossible to tell how time passed. After a very long time, Rex reached his current height and potential. Having ripped apart a recent gang of hunters, he was able to usurp one of their starships. His primative instincts left, and the other side of his brain kicked in. He began to investigate the ship, learning to read the files, learning to speak the trans-galactic language English, and learning how to fly the ship.

He took the ship and flew blindly into space. Not knowing the known galaxies secrets, he embarked on a mission to find as much knowledge as he could about the new world he had discovered. He landed, by crash, eventually on the Trade World Mercochant. He has wandered the towers and high standing streets of the planet, learning of the Planet's inhabitants and attempting to see their way of life. During this time, he was attacked by another group of hunters. Being on a trade world, his head was as high a price as anything.He was decapitated and dismembered. His body was thrown to the bottom trenches of the Planet, living amongst the filthy poor who resided there.

Being a Ferinus Viperre, his skull and other body parts grew back within a week. He now traverses amongst the low class peoples. He vows to wreak hazardous vengeance against those that cursed him to his present fate.

Personality: Rex is a vicious predator by nature. When in the heat of battle, he gives in to his animal instincts. In normal relations, he is very calm and collected. Due to his appearance, many tend to avoid him. He has no true uncontrollable animocity toward anything unless he is hungry.

Weapon/Altercations: Rex tends only to use his claws for hunting. In personal combat, he uses a pulsar energy blade the color of the sun that he found amongst the hunters that attacked his homeworld. Using his primitive urges, he has enhanced his dexterous strength with the blade by implying the feirce nature of his homeworld. He calls the style, in human tongue, Vapaad. Vapaad's strength comes from the ability to harness a creatures natural animocity and applying it to sword combat. Being his creation, he is the sole living master of Vapaad.

 

These are all my characters so far. Comment if youd like. Enjoy reading about them.