Post by canas on Jun 27, 2009 22:47:17 GMT -6
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Personal
Name: Canas Thorpe
Nickname: Sometimes refered to as the reaper (he emulates the grim reaper)
Age: 22
Gender: Male.
Hair/Eye Color: Cold black eyes, Bald with pagan symbols tattooed on top of head
Height/Weight: Tall but scrawny and physically weak
Family Stuff
Parents: He killed both of them and harvested their corpses to make undead soldiers. They were nobodies, civilians.
Siblings: His brother Kura, a monk healer.
Other Family: Dead. No ties to original TT series, a new threat
Pets: Do animated dead bodies count?
Alter-Ego
Power/s: Dark magic, Necromancy [(magic of life and death) A lot of his magic is done through touches]
Control: Dark Magic: 7 Necromancy: 9
Side-Affects: Evil Aura. His blood and eyes have turned black.
Weakness's: Insanity. He is disgusted and even repelled by those who wield the light or priests/monks/etc. He isn’t a vampire but prefers to reside in darkness.
Costume: He emulates the Grim Reaper by carrying a scythe and moving about in dark robes.
Team: Independent but would like to become involved in organized crime
Side: Villain
Alignment:Chaotic Evil
Role Playing Sample
Canas creeped along the dark moonlit street slowly whistling an unfamiliar tune to himself. As he walked the scythe in his right hand bobbed up and down on his shoulder. The blood that then stained his robes spouted from a disembodied head of a young female, his latest victim. The blonde hair on the head was cut jaggedly short from where the scythe had delivered its dead blow.
Just then a police vehicle pulled out of an alley with its siren on. Canas continued walking, but turned the disembodied head over in his hand, looking into the dead eyes.
“I wonder they are after? Hmm…” He asked the head maliciously.
The car pulled in front of him, blocking his way and two police jumped out.
“What can I do for you gentlemen?” Canas asked casually. He soon found out they weren’t into games.
“Put down the weapon and the human remains or we will shoot!” said the larger cop, his piece thingyed and ready.
Canas laughed. Those fools had no idea who they were dealing with. It was alright with him, he liked to play with his victims anyway. He shoved his hand deep into the head, entering the wound in the neck to form a sort of puppet. He turned his face away and made the head talk for him like some sort of deranged ventriloquist.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that; this is too much fun. He he he… if you knew what was good for you, you’d leave before you were next.”
The smaller cop lost his dinner at this point spilling the contents of his stomach onto to paved road. The large one recoiled in horror before growling,
“You’re a monster”
“Am I now?” The flesh melted from the skull.
By the time backup arrived, two cops lay dead in the street. Canas was gone.
Personal
Name: Canas Thorpe
Nickname: Sometimes refered to as the reaper (he emulates the grim reaper)
Age: 22
Gender: Male.
Hair/Eye Color: Cold black eyes, Bald with pagan symbols tattooed on top of head
Height/Weight: Tall but scrawny and physically weak
Family Stuff
Parents: He killed both of them and harvested their corpses to make undead soldiers. They were nobodies, civilians.
Siblings: His brother Kura, a monk healer.
Other Family: Dead. No ties to original TT series, a new threat
Pets: Do animated dead bodies count?
Alter-Ego
Power/s: Dark magic, Necromancy [(magic of life and death) A lot of his magic is done through touches]
Control: Dark Magic: 7 Necromancy: 9
Side-Affects: Evil Aura. His blood and eyes have turned black.
Weakness's: Insanity. He is disgusted and even repelled by those who wield the light or priests/monks/etc. He isn’t a vampire but prefers to reside in darkness.
Costume: He emulates the Grim Reaper by carrying a scythe and moving about in dark robes.
Team: Independent but would like to become involved in organized crime
Side: Villain
Alignment:Chaotic Evil
Role Playing Sample
Canas creeped along the dark moonlit street slowly whistling an unfamiliar tune to himself. As he walked the scythe in his right hand bobbed up and down on his shoulder. The blood that then stained his robes spouted from a disembodied head of a young female, his latest victim. The blonde hair on the head was cut jaggedly short from where the scythe had delivered its dead blow.
Just then a police vehicle pulled out of an alley with its siren on. Canas continued walking, but turned the disembodied head over in his hand, looking into the dead eyes.
“I wonder they are after? Hmm…” He asked the head maliciously.
The car pulled in front of him, blocking his way and two police jumped out.
“What can I do for you gentlemen?” Canas asked casually. He soon found out they weren’t into games.
“Put down the weapon and the human remains or we will shoot!” said the larger cop, his piece thingyed and ready.
Canas laughed. Those fools had no idea who they were dealing with. It was alright with him, he liked to play with his victims anyway. He shoved his hand deep into the head, entering the wound in the neck to form a sort of puppet. He turned his face away and made the head talk for him like some sort of deranged ventriloquist.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that; this is too much fun. He he he… if you knew what was good for you, you’d leave before you were next.”
The smaller cop lost his dinner at this point spilling the contents of his stomach onto to paved road. The large one recoiled in horror before growling,
“You’re a monster”
“Am I now?” The flesh melted from the skull.
By the time backup arrived, two cops lay dead in the street. Canas was gone.