[Riss]

Name:

Age: 15/16

Gender:

Personality:

Appearance:

History:

Ok just a few things on characters 1) Everyone to a certain extent venerates The Great Shepherd who has been leading humanity for the past two thousand years 2) prior to waking up in the room described at the beginning of the brief everyone needs to have 'died' this should be in some sort of violent capacity 3) to a certain extent everyone needs to be exceptional in one way or another as the Black Angles only select people with massive potential... this is not an excuse however to go over the top. If you are unsure as to where to draw the line just PM and present your idea to me.



Name: Alex Vulpus

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Personality: A fierce determined youth constantly eager to prove himself. Tenacious to the point of obstipation. He both loves and hates the Great Shepherd feeling that through him Alex was given life but unlike every other member of his family he alone has never demonstrated the capacity for any supernatural abilities.

Appearance: Vary tall for his age with wide shoulders and a generally strong frame but lacking the muscular build of any dedicated exercise giving him an avarage appearance. Short wavy black hair and dark brown eyes. Striking features with a sharp jaw line.

History: Alex was the first son of the current head of House Vulpus the most prodigious of all the Protogen Houses, closely followed by House Irish, as such he was brought up being told that he was the best, that he was number one. He was filled with great pride knowing that he was descended from a God.
When Alex was eight his mother gave birth to a girl however Alex's mother died in child birth.
The next two years were blessed and cursed as, although loosing his mother, his father took a much greater interest in his children and Alex because akin to an acolyte.
However at the age of ten it became apparent that he had been bourn without the Protogen gene making him a regular human. The news crushed Alex's father leading him to disown Alex, calling him "unworthy filth,".
Alex ran away from home leaving behind his name.
Most ten year olds would struggle to survive on their own but Alex had a drive to prove his father wrong and within a year he was running a small gang of similar aged street urchins.
With age he only became more successful in the criminal underworld. However this earned him many enemies in the forms to those older criminals who were envious of his success.
This is what eventually what lead to his death. He was ambushed by another street gang who showed no mercy.
The next thing Alex knew he was waking up naked in a cold room.

[^*Eragon*^]

EDITED;;

Name: Amber Fenn

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Personality: Amber was always the semi-shy except for around her friends and embarrassed easily sort of girl. That doesn't mean she's not outgoing, for she's quite the opposite and at times can actually be obnoxious. She's generally a nice person and tries to help everyone she can. She'd never really known what the world was about, always going with the peaceful mentallity, until reality hit her with a bang, literally. She's a daddy's girl.

Appearance: Amber is rather fragile looking person, standing at 5'4 and wearing higher end clothing, thanks to her parents. She has darker brown hair with large light brown eyes and done up makeup. She often blushes very easily, especially when embarrassed.

History: Amber and her father, a highly important multimillion dollar man, were very close though little did he know of her nightlife. She'd always had the urge to do things strictly against their higher way of life and since the age of twelve she had by going out and stealing whatever was her fancy, one of which was a rather old, interesting painting she hung in her room - it had something to do with someone long forgotten... A "Mona Lisa," whoever that was. Not only that but she also had a line of graffiti - she really was artistic - having a nack for pick pocketing and breaking and entering, among other things.

Only a few months before, one of her father's business plans offended a specific group of people and there was much hostility in the sort of lowerclass, mainly a large gang pitted against her father's and most of everyone elses' ideas. On her way home from school one day she was kidnapped by them and held as blackmail. During this time she was brutally raped, harrassed; and it was generally a nightmare for someone as easily embarrassed as herself. At one point she had seen her father, gun pressed against the middle of her back. She didn't even hear the bang, only felt the pain, and then she woke up in a room she didn't recognize with no recollection of how she'd gotten there.

This post has been edited by ^*Eragon*^: 12 September 2009 - 07:12 PM

[Loki84]

Name: Rickie Nalons

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Personality: Shy and a bit nervous around new people, Rickie doesn't really warm up to people unless he's known them for awhile. But once he does, he'll chat with them comfortably enough and will become almost a extrovert. Although he is quiet and a bit shy, Rickie will stop and help random people if he sees they are in need of it.

Appearance: Considered tall for his age, Rickie stands about 6' 0" with a little muscular build as his "baby fat" is getting replaced by muscle. Rickie keeps his hair short and spikey with red tips, like his hero Irish, the founder of House Irish.

History: Rickie was born into a military family, His father being a Junior officer and his mother a house wife. When Rickie was only a year old, his father was killed defending a planet against some enemies from what he's been able to get out from his mother.

His mother then took to being what many would consider over protective of him for the next twelve years, to the point where he was home schooled and very rarely left the house. It was in this time that Rickie began to tinker with technological gear and their applications, letting him build and create different programs for machinery and different robotics. He met different people through his computer who taught him different areas, often shady areas of how to crack passwords and other things to help him improve his talent in this area, Rickie was befriended by alot of the people who talked with him over his computer.

But when he hit 13, Rickie wanted to make some real friends and get over his timidness. After weeks of bickering and fighting with his mother, he took some advice from one of the people he talked to and enrolled in swimming and a martial arts class. Rickie took to both slowly for the first six months, until he made friends with a small group of older kids who did both as well and helped give him extra training. After that, Rickie excelled, becoming one of the top swimmers in the club and an excellent student in his gym. On his 16th birthday he was awarded a tp fighter in his martial arts gym and was extremely proud of that.

On his way home from the awards ceremony, Rickie came across a young woman who was being harassed by a small group of teenagers. Trying to keep them away from her, Rickie was attacked by the group who proceeded to land blows on him, culminating in Rickie getting stabbed multiple times and left for dead. Rickie remembered hitting the ground and nothing beyond that point.

[Charles]

Name: Jem Voldar

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Personality: Jem is best described as intelligent but lazy. He has little motivation to do much of anything. His attitude is laid back to the point of being irritating. Most of the time he spends lounging around playing himself in various strategic games. While some people are slow to anger, Jem is nearly impossible to anger...or any other emotion really. The only times he is ever roused is when someone says he won't understand something. To this end, it makes him fairly easy to manipulate.

Appearance: Tall and lanky, Jem has never been all that fearsome. His muscles, or lack thereof, are not much to speak of. He rarely eats or exercises. He has large blue eyes that always appear a moment from going right to sleep. He has long, unkempt brown hair.

History: Jem grew up in a household with a father who was in the military and turned to be a successful businessmen. Jem, the last of four children, represents what Jem's father believes is his only failure with Jem being the only unmotivated, unsuccessful one of the bunch. Jem is constantly threatened with being kicked out of his father's house as soon as the state will allow him too. Jem's mother is kinder, but her relationship with Jem's father is about as strong as Jem's relationship with his father. To this end, Jem rarely leaves his room.

After years of attempting to motivate Jem to become more like him, Jem decided he would merely show in numbers that he was successful. He proceeded to change all his grades, send fake reports to his father as teachers, and merely created the impression he was motivated. His father was pleased with this, and proceeded to treat Jem much better. The school, upon discovering all of his grades had been changed, contacted Jem's father. Jem's father became enraged that he had been lied to. Jem's father broke open his door and proceeded to beat Jem. His mother managed to stop his father long enough for Jem to try and leave. As he ran from his house, Jem felt several bullets pierce his back. He lay in front of his parents house bleeding until his vision went dark.

[Invisible Ink]

Name: Paige Roe

Age:16

Gender: Female

Personality: Paige has always been outgoing and thrill-seeking, often described as not knowing the meaning of fear. She hates sitting still for very long, and because of this, her school grades aren't the best they could be. Paige is fairly impersonal, distancing herself from the people around her. Because of this, her relations with her many friends are shallow and unmeaningful. Paige has little patience and though not many things anger her, when one of those few things does arise, she is quick to fly off the handle. Paige is very competitive, and often acts a bad-sport when things don't go her way. She has a very black-and-white view of the world, however, she tends to be blind when looking at herself and her own flaws.

Appearance: Tall and slender, with long, wavy brown hair, Paige is considered attractive. Her chocolate brown eyes are set prefectly in her face and surrounded by long lashes. Her lips are plump and her nose dainty. Her skin is a fair and unflawed. Quite the opposite of a girly-girl, Paige rarely sports anything other than ripped jeans and a cotton T-shift and whatever shoes allow her to manuever with ease. Because of her competitiveness, Paige is in good shape, though her muscles aren't extremely evident.

History: Paige is the only child of Eleanor Roe, a single mother. The two of them live in relative comfort in their two bedroom apartment. Other than an ongoing arguement about Paige's school grades and her wild, carefree ways, she and her mother get along fairly well. Paige's father is unknown as Eleanor was as wild and uncaring as her daughter. Paige's family is considered lower-middle class, and although they don't usually have to struggle to pay the bills, they can rarely afford luxiuries.

Things were going well for Paige. She was happy, and that's really all that mattered to her. She was in one of her more adventerous moods when she decided to take her boyfriend's motorcycle out for spin in the middle of the night. Without his knowledge of course. She was speeding down a desolate highway when she lost control of the bike and crashed. Instead of time slowing down, like Paige had always imagined she would view her last moments, the accident seemed to speed time up. She hit the still-warm pavement and rolled several feet, finally coming to a stop when the bike landed ontop of her. She lay crushed and bleeding for hours, still awake through all the pain, before things went black from her blood loss.

[Lady Goldylocks]

Name: Miriam Hale

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Personality: Miriam is a facade-person, always trying to be tough and strong. Maybe sometimes more so than she actually feels. Due to her life experiences she has built defenses around herself, in fear of getting hurt. Miriam has a hard time committing to and trusting people, after a life of disappointments from the people she loves. Justice and unfairness is important issues to Miriram.

Appearance: Miriam is fit and athletically built, of average hight and has pale, freckled skin. She has long, blond hair, which always is slightly messy, and an oval-shaped face with blue, almond-shaped eyes.

History: Miriam grew up in a dysfunctional home. Her mother was suffering from depressions and was a very passive woman. Her father was never a family man, always aggressive and quite the big fan of alcoholic beverages.

By the time Miriam was thirteen, she would try to spend as little time at home as possible, dealing with her frustration trough physical activity, excelling in most of them. She would work for the local training center to get free workout time and classes, and running long runs almost every day.

Around Miriam's fifteenth birthday, her mother became very ill and died about half a year later. Miriam hit the wall. Trapped in a downward-spiral, she got herself mixed up in more and more trouble, getting in fights and hanging out with all the wrong people.

One evening when she was out for a run, she ran into some guy she'd been in a fight with not too long ago. But this time, he had friends. Before she could even throw a punch at the guy, some kind of a club hit her from behind, making her fall to the ground. A lot of pain followed, hits and blows covering her body. Until it all went black.

[^*Eragon*^]

Name: Skye Vulpus

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Personality: Skye is an optimist. After all that has happened in her life it would be likely to be the opposite but it is not. She laughs easily, is highly sarcastic - especially when she’s pissed off - and can be a downright pain in the ass if she wants to be. Skye plays each situation as it calls her to for the outcome to best serve her and her group. Otherwise she is a quick thinker and smart, if not a little cocky; or possibly a bit more than a litter.

Appearance: Like most of her family, Skye has chest length wavy, black hair along with a pair of bright green eyes; one feature most uncommon to the rest of her kin. She has a girlish face with two large dimples on her cheeks though she is far from being a child. She’s taller for her age, around 5’7, and is mostly found in lavish clothing fit for, well, a Vulpus whenever she is not fighting. When she is ready for fighting, though, she is found in a single leather black body suit custom fit for her especially and bearing the Vulpus insignia on it.

History: At the age of four Skye’s brother, Alex, moved out but for the next six years the two kept uncommonly close through letters. It was at the age of ten that Skye got her last letter from her brother though she thought little of it at the time. It was also at this time that her powers publically manifested. Since then she has had the utmost training and even after finishing her mandatory two year basic training her father enlisted her to more, not wanting his "baby girl" to come to any harm. Not even six months ago was when her father finally let her conclude her instruction under the best teacher he could find, not to mention buy. It was at the age of fifteen that she realized what must’ve happened to Alex; he was dead. All she had known her entire life was training and since finishing her work she’s grown restless and succumbed to small feats of what her father might deem inappropriate and unsightly for someone of her rank; basically she’s turned into a rule breaker though she prefers to think of it as having a bit of fun.

Power: Plant-life manipulation.

Let's rock.

[Loki84]

Alright, I'm gonna rock another charrie...

Name: Joshua Ryan,(House Irish)

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Personality: Quiet, Optimistic person. Has a natural leadership quality about him. Joshua when in combat is usually the one to lead forward and is all business. When back home, Joshua tends to be soft spoken but is usually heeded without having to speak any higher. Tends to spend most of his free time when he isn't oing his duty with the protokenes or House Irish, is usually spending time with his Wife and two year old son, Daniel.

Appearance: Joshua stands at about six foot two inches. He has the physique that most house Irish males have, tall and very toned musculature of a swimmer, with some tattoos of various units he has served with and the house Irish Logo of "Death before Dishonor" tattooed across his shoulders . A buzzed swath of black hair in the style of mohawk with the rest of the hair shaved, a clean shaven face, match out his face. His eyes since his powers have awakened, have taken on the appearance of liquid fire, which is why he can usually be found wearing some kind of sunglasses when he is in public.

When he is in battle, depending on what type of he is attached to, he is usually in an active camouflage unpowered armor, with various plates of armor along it. When at home in the Protokene Corps home base or doing work as the Heir to house Irish, he is usually in a varied amount of dress uniforms, denoting his rank as a Captain of the Protokene Corps, with the added patches of House Irish, on each shoulder. When he is off, he is usually found wearing a long sleeve dress shirt and a pair of dress pants.

History: Born to the head of House Irish, Joshua was destined to have a life involving around the military, espicially as the second oldest son, who was not an heir. When he turned eight, his first power, awakened, his ability with fire. His parents were proud of the fact he took on the "Fire eyes" a side effect when a strong protokene with the power over fire emerges. Although his parents were proud, Joshua was noticaably upset by it.

It didn't help that when he turned ten, his second power took hold. Denoting the facts he had been bestowed with dual powers of the founding members of the house, and dual powers even if one was weaker than the other was exceedingly rare, his parents and he house charged him as the heir to House Irish. Immediately being sent to the Academy, Joshua learned to manipulate his powers and control them. Exceeding in his classwork, aside from electronics, Joshua soon learned that loud leaders get very little respect from those following them, while a softspoken word and genuine concern for your people endeared them to their leader, Joshua soone began to practice this quality.

It was in his final year at the academy was hen he met and fell in love with his lab partner in his science classes. Leana, a member of house Shakesspeare. Marrying after they had graduated, Joshua spent time between House Irish, learning the details of what was expected of him as Heir to the house, as well as slowly making the revolutions through the different units as an attached specialist. Going through it, Joshua was eventually able to get away with being stationed at the Protokene Corps base primarily, and only being called to fight if it is urgent, a choice he pursued aggressively after Leana gave birth to their first child, Daniel.

Power: Pyromancy (control of fire and combustion) and a weaker version(albiet still quite strong) type of telekinesis.

[Under Warranty]

Name: Willow Merteuil (House Irish)

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Personality: Willow is what people would classify was apathetic. She almost always has a smirk splattered on her face which makes her almost impossible to read. She is not one to think before she speaks or acts and doesn't mind getting into things when her opinion isn't needed. The only thing she takes without question are her orders.

Appearance: She has chocolate brown hair that she keeps cut a few inches above her shoulders and faded green eyes. She stands at 5'6 and has a fairly toned physique and just enough muscle definition to make her look like that of a soldier. Her cheekbones are high and defined and she has an angular face. Her forearms up to her shoulders and neck are covered in white ink tattoos of tribal markings of different lifeforms.

History: As a child Willow was normal but always had a slight edge to her. When she was 10 years old her parents sent her to her room for arguing with them and in a fit she destroyed half of her room with energy that she said had come out through her fingertips. It did not take long for her parents to figure out that her power was not just a phase and that she needed training to control herself. Also, they couldn't take her destroying more of their home and possessions.

After having been sent to the academy at age 14, her demeanor shifted. She no longer was quick to anger but more monotone and quiet. Most of her superiors classified it as a facade she's just managed to hold onto.

She graduated and moved on to work with House Irish because of the skill she had shown in her training. She's progressed through the ranks at a steady pace since then.

Power: Energy blasts; ability to expel various forms of energy from the body. In her case, it is cosmic energy from the environment. The absorption can only occur when she is passive.

Other: The control of her temper takes a lot of energy out of her and she tires out easier than the others because of this.

This post has been edited by Under Warranty: 03 November 2009 - 06:33 PM

[Stormfire]

Solar Macharius's understudy.

Name: Kate Bastille (House Shakespeare)

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Personality: No one could fault her for being dumb. Because she wasn't. Quite the opposite, in fact, with enough ambition to make good use of her brains—when she does, that is. She's a bit of a smartass and abides to a strict philosophy that rules are meant to be broken. Not to mention that she has a love for games and mischief and a temper to boot. She speaks her mind and doesn't always come with a filter for her words.

Appearance: Her red hair and vibrant green eyes are her most prominent features. She stands at 5’5’’ and has a slender but slightly soft looking frame that lacks implication of any evident exercise routine. She has multiple piercings in both her ears, which are often adorned with small silver studs.

History: Kate was born the daughter of a wealthy, well known businessman and his former socialite trophy wife. At the age of five, her mother, tired of her loveless marriage, ran off. From what Kate had last heard of her, she had apparently remarried. Her father, on the other hand, was rarely ever around. Instead, he chose to employ a household of tutors and servants to see to the care and upbringing of his only child and showered her with expensive gifts as if they could've possibly made up for the years of missed birthdays and inadequate parenting. Because of her childhood, she doesn’t have a strong sense of what family is.

A bit of late bloomer, by eleven, her guardians started to become concerned that she may not have inherited the Protogen gene afterall. She often heard the servants whispering among themselves about what a shame it was. The last straw came when the household was preparing for an important dinner party her father planned to hold at the family mansion. Annoyed and frustrated by the intrusion of the little peace and quiet she had to her life, when the main housekeeper and one of the other servants began to quarrel over the placement of some furniture, she finally snapped, revealing her “gift”. It soon became clear that she did indeed possess a power so when she was fourteen, it was arranged for her to attend the Academy.

She didn’t have too many fond memories of her time at the Academy. The limited social interaction she was use to with people her own age didn’t give much leeway for making friends and her knack for stirring up trouble had done few favors for her as far as the teachers were concern. Striding for good grades could only have kept her entertained for so long and after a few escapades too many had unfortunately made the majority of her stay at the Academy probationary. Following an incident in one of her classes, much to her embarrassment, her power was deemed too dangerous for her to be left to her own devices. Luckily for her, Solar Macharius was visiting the Academy at the time and offered her a position as his understudy.

Power: She is able to control and manipulate electromagnetic radiation.

[ReneeRisa]

This is my first RP so sorry if I get it wrong:)

Name: Evie Nyx (House Irish?)

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Personality: Evie is a bit of a skater girl, she is intimidating although of her short height, and stands up to anyone or anything, no matter the danger. She is a bit of a bad girl, and witty with comebacks.

Appearance: Evie is only 5"3 with cropped, layered black hair down just below her chin. Her royal blue eyes have the ability to incapacitate with the intensity of them. Her weight is just below average, but still in a healthy weight range. She is curvy, and often wears heavy eyeliner and black eyeshadow. She mostly wears a tight black t-shirt with red skulls, a black leather jacket with matching studded wrist bands and belt, with dark denim skinny jeans. Her favourite item of clothing are her big, black leather boots which she loves to wear. She pierces herself at home, though luckily never getting any of them infected. She has many ear piercings, a belly button ring, a nose stud, tongue stud and two studs on either side of her mouth, known commonly as 'snakebites'.

History: Evie was born on the wrong side of town, with the crazies, loonies, drug addicts and gangsters. She was raised as a poor child, and instead of being thankful for what she had, she wanted more. She wanted more money, more clothes and more makeup. From a young age she had started to steal from shops around the nearby neighbourhood and at the tender age of nine, began to deliver drugs for the dealers, as no one would suspect a child. She never really had any friends, until she met Lacy.

Lacy was a girl similar to herself, at the same age of eleven. Lacy's parents had been taken away to a mental hospital, and in the wild state of her parents, the doctors never knew they had a daughter. Lacy had been toughing it on the streets for a little less than a week when she became friends with Evie. Lacy joined Evie in the stealing and dealing, often sneaking in a little snort here and there, to keep themselves high.

After four long years of stealing, dealing and living in a tough neighbourhood, both girls had become feared, and many believed they were dangerous. From the fights they got into and watched from afar, they had learned many skills at incapacitating anyone, anywhere and anytime. They were fit and could run for miles, often with men lapping at their feet, who they promptly kicked.

One dark, stormy night, the two hid their bags of cocaine up their sleeves and in their belts, and made their way across town to a particularly dodgy neighbourhood. Rapists and murderers often came around this area looking for young teenage girls to prey on. Unfortunately on this night, someone had been watching the girls from a distance.
Lacy and Evie were just about at their destination when they heard an ominous voice from behind them.

"Going somewhere girls?" They turned around to see a very tall, muscly man with a thick beard and scraggly hair standing before them. Knowing he was a threat, and being brought up the way they were, instead of running they felt the need to fight. The brawl itself was a bloody mess, and Evie knew they were going to die. She ordered Lacy to get out of there, to run and to never stop, and to not worry about her. Evie tried to look at her attacker in the eye, to force the bond that she had discovered only recently, that could stun opponents without being able to look away, but before she could, a blindfold from a person behind her was quickly tied over her eyes. Lacy screamed and reluctantly did as she was told, and as she ran around a corner, she heard a terrifying, blood-trembling scream as her best friend, Evie Nyx was tortured by having both legs and all fingers broken, before being slit across the throat with a knife.

Evie woke up, groggy and confused in a cold, dark room where she could see no one.

Power: If anyone looks into her eyes, she can immediately incapacitate them, stunning them into position without being able to look away.

NOTE: I hope that's okay? I've never done one of these before.

This post has been edited by ReneeRisa: 28 January 2010 - 08:35 AM

[Riss]

Umm well for a start you supposed to ask if you can join the RPG and generally its nice when you read the story and at least attempt to integrate the character into the plot.