Post by GoldenKitten on Feb 7, 2008 17:23:53 GMT -4
Human
Name: A name is a figment of our imagination, a figment of chocolate – You may call me Jager.
Gender: What is the definition of ones own wisdom? The monkeys of doom call me “He that which goeth to thine porcupine god”
Age: I am young, like a chipmunk, or a tall red oak...oh...wait.
Physical Description
Dragon slayer the sword of time and the windswept path, thou which speaks my appearance to the world. The white fire of the insatiable kiwi bird strikes me and engulfs my mind encasing me in contrasting schemes. A foreign face in this nation of foreign faces, one among many and the person I am for the person I want to be, the person I shall never be and the one who lightens the furnace of the zero age. If you look closely you might spot the mental scars of my institution, the finality of my words and the finality of my death for I am as the moon with orbs of the crystallized passion. The fissure of time rips me in two and no demon that scurries about my mind can rend the flesh of my nestling as I am the statue of the hellion demigod, I am as I were a portion of a change but not to different from the bearer. I speak of the unfortunate in their unchanging ways those who cannot feed for they go without sustenance, thus my anguish is mental and physical, damnable “masters” who think they know pain. They know naught though for I am closer to heaven and hell than they shall ever know, a thousand vultures scouring my form even while I still draw breath in this o so foolish of mortal realms. I am wreathed in the garments of the ones who see through the glass, beyond the barrier of our simple being and stand before mankind, in the open I sometimes bear the mark of the common man but the rarity reeks of forced occasion. Strong and proud the demon stands, powerful and godly are his actions, intense and bloody his stare, reap not your final words for through your scent of fear he shall take note, the black cloth dots the scape of legion and before us stands a angel of fury, an angel of death, the blood angels descent. Emperor of All.
Personality
A problem play in the profile of the personalized prodigal performer to a plane periodical psychopathy and posterior the providence of personage, the populace of the particular. In short ladies and gentlemen I welcome you to the realm of infinite possibilities, the gate to the hither and the tither, the home of gods and mortals, this place is your mind and this place is your tomb. When we explore the vastness of the uncrossable sea, the darkness where there can be no light and a world of crimson reflected in a glass of unerring vision we can't help but view ourselves as we are. I am Slave incarnate, I once was called Atlas, Crux, Flayed, Bringer and the Darkener but were these names of creation or names of being, do they matter, what was there place and where have the kittens gone? The kittens are what is important, they are the beginning and the end just as mighty as the sword and just as soft as a little fluffy diamond, they are the key for I see it in my dreams that world of blackened peril and opaque hope. If my mind is the clearest of those in existence, the great dead metal then it too is the weakest, as if the crawling writhing creatures of the world might outsmart me at my own game and then in the next my source given talents should shake fear in the hearts of man. I am humble, I am kind, I am chivalrous, I am the light of ages, I am the darkness of mankind, I am life, I am death, I am silence, I am noise, I am anger, I am hate, I am rage, I am that which bringeth man from the edge of insanity and yet I have seen fit to cast him back in...I am what every man might want, I am freedom, I am naivety but above all I Am Man.
My weeping for the coming ages has no boundary's knowing that which comes forth from that black sea, filling it not with light as that would be impossible but with the shattering of that glass. The crimson world within spills out and stains the sea the color of blood, a horrendous site that cometh to herald the fall of man. There is no savior, there is no incarnate of destruction, it simply comes in it's own unstoppable rage undertaking gory sentiments in times of pain and triumph, it makes the gods of the realm shake in fear. Simple and sweet the end will come but with all the rage of a thousand years pent up, realm of fear that I, the key, unleash. For I am the key and I am the lock, stand with me and the rules of the universe fall before you, stand against me and feel wrath, stand aside and know naught...but am I me? I do not believe so, I am dualistic in nature, the both of are harmony and rage, Are there more? We are here. Infinite in number and without weakness we shall continue our silent march over the black hills and into the light where we shall char the already weakened state of things in a kingdom of saints and devils. Can the arbiters abyss truly stand before those who have sinned and offer change to those who call wrong doing? No he can not and so we stand unimpeded with none strong enough to stop we, to stop I. Fall before us or fall to us are the options and even then it is our discretion to do with life as we see fit. I weep for the world, I weep for our fate, yes our fate for we are many, we are Legion.
The voluminous vision of our soul extends forever toward that navy plane, a ample besom of infinite reprieve. We are aware, I am aware and yet I am shattered, broken and incomplete, strewn about the face of my mind like so many ashes thrown to the sky and so my sight is blinded. The purple one talks and I must listen or all facades of sanity within my own world no matter what my face in reality might be would fade and damnation would take me. Do a man not deserve to prosper from the sweat of his own brow? It is my fate that I should not the coral staff dominating my essence. The orange ones are my favorite as if to say my fate is on the eve, the morrow of our soul the silence of the lambs. I sit in serene peace upon the faculty of the monolithic towers the peace of the falcon filling me and I am cast over the edge like a stone into a pond, the constant breeze filling what is left of my hollow soul with some measure of strength. A deathly plunge into the dark sea readies me like steel in the fire and I see fit to hug the fuzzy ones and call them George. Let it be that sin abashes my companions and if it were not for the noble and horrible emperor I would part from them in so many words but that my own sins are to great how that I might understand this parting is beyond my scope. The endless fall of mankind is mirrored in death and so that I might be who I am the mind is spat upon and revered all at once to elevate one, we, I, us to the greatest of heights. For it is not how high you climb by which you are judged but rather from what depth.
History
Let me tell you a story: In the beginning there were kittens, there was also a man, the kittens and the man pranced through the city streets selling cotton candy and it was good. To all the good children they gave chicken wings and to all the baaad children they gave bags of un-popped popcorn and stole their microwaves! Through this method were the lovely ones blessed and the cruel ones launched into a spiral of insanity at being unable to pop their popcorn...or well, at the very least they had to learn how to use an oven. First there was light, then there was candy and then there were compact CD players for all with which to listen and the great ones did fall in the flames of a thousand seagulls. The pristine fields of the purple metal goats did stretch into infinitum and the sea was of a cool glassy blue naught a sin about it and life was lived in peace. There were those though that saw fit to abuse this kindhearted world and force their will upon it, using unfair tactics and cruel manipulations there was no way such a pure world could fight back. These enemies were puppies, did I mention that? Yes puppies are evil...anyway, darkness did cover the world...there was a little bit of candy...and I'm pretty sure there was a cookie, or something like that and...mmmmmm cookie. Did you know that if you dipped a cookie in soda and then salted it, it taste like a Zero bar? True story, there was this one time I gave a guy an extra penny for a hot dog and he chased me down just to give it back...nice guy...to bad his hot dog stand was stolen when he did that.
So where was I? Oh yes the armada of unholy puppies stole the man from the kittens and subjected him to what they thought were horrors. They changed him, made him what they wanted him to be and when he still failed to live up to their expectations they thought him broken...the didn't realize he had worked better than they could ever have hoped all along. The purple metal was corrupted and died an infinite spiral into the abyss, final days approaching and so many dead, so many dead at the hands of the unholy wish master that the kittens could bear it no longer. They stood before dooms gate and they brought upon realization, death reigned supreme and chocolate fell from the skies...I like food, do you like food? Realizing their mistake the puppies attempted to recreate whatever effects that had used to produce the devil incarnate but naught was effective and so they sought out a way to make the man more effective. They failed and the kittens stood strong showing comfort and retaining the memories of an age, showing the strength of will that the afro could hold. The pristine world returned, the puppies could do nothing and all that was fair returned but was shattered and now with the raiders stealing the sacred sword it was the mans job to slay the dragon. He would have to face the servant in sin.
Now the ocean was dyed black, the hellion, the devil himself cometh and his name is Legion, the Flayed One.
Additional Info: Watermelon ninja comes for you...
Power Level: The power of many falls beneath my iron boot, the random paint and the emotional bunnies speak to my pain. Eins der volkenheimer is my hearts path, Duos is my unchangeable destiny of destruction.
Physical Transformation: A change? Is there a change that others might see or does it sit squarely in my mind? I am harmless like those books which guide me on the path of righteousness I seek to bring only feeling to my life, I would not harm anyone and I seek no power though raw efficiency has found me. But he, he has no inhibitions, but is he the rabid one or is he me? The answer is both and that giant creature that brings about finality lays within my mind only, I know this but cannot convey it for I am one of many and my train of thought is but a flight of fancy. No, there is nothing, only that which strikes fear in the heart of man, the red eyes of the demon, for I am silent one moment and then shriek with the silence of the void the next. Dark father in all father, loyal servant and god, vile protector – The Patriarch of our last whim.
Abilities: My mind is not my own, I want to think of candy, cookies and soft woolen mittens but I cannot. No instead the pressure of a million presses down on those souls unlucky enough to fall within the blessed emperors wrath and pain begins. A overwhelming pain that can only be seen in the basilica of torments, o woe is my pity to he which falls to that bloody path. Carnal rage flows through the battalion and not even the white masked clowns can stop the fury which ensues, an unstoppable juggernaut of outlandish witticism and action...fear that power which pain unleashes. Gods nor devils have knowledge of the agonies which rip my mind and which are sent forth to rend flesh, sod off, out of sight out of mind. Functionality is our name, endless is our number, fallen is our code, hope is our answer to bring about change in this world and to serve our one true master. Does this endless suffering have purpose? We believe it does for if we do not hold on to this matter then we are little more than insanity which reeks of pain. No our aggression shall shatter worlds and in doing so we...I shall be free of this unending torment, yes our veins shall flow with the power of the dead and our enemies shall fall before our actions.
Other Characters
Saigotschuu Yun – 10th Squad Captain
Torre - Tres Espada
Katayama Kuatura - 1st Squad, 4th Seat
Raizuki Seiani - Human Under Council
Roleplay Sample
Emi did not like this woman the moment she set eyes on her, she would never like her and she had a bad feeling from the get go…she also wanted to kill her to by the way. This was made more so by the way she treated the driver, Emi did not know why but she liked that man for some reason and was sad to see him go, even if she did want to kill him too. When the woman put her hand on Emi’s shoulder firmly and began guiding her into the school the young girl flinched and looked toward her, for a moment a cloudy blackness swarmed around the edges of her eyes but a firm voice hit her like a ton of bricks and the clouds retreated. It was really surprising because it was almost like being hit by a physical attack and slammed on your back, she practically reeled and if the headmistress had not been guiding her she probably would have stopped. Thus she completely missed the boy and said nothing to the woman when she said “Do I make myself clear?”
NO!!! No…you cannot kill her, I do not think you may kill anyone for a while. Remember how you had to be careful before, kept it secret and safe? Now it is time to hone those skills again, they control this world and for a while you need to play along, later we will make a move…I will tell you when. For now know one thing, this woman is not to be trusted and she is not what she seems, however she commands and thus you will obey, but play your cards well young Emi. I know you have the intelligence for this, I leave it up to you now…don’t be a fool, you aren’t one.
Then it was gone, and not just quiet, it felt as if the voice was no longer there and then it was replaced just as suddenly by the mindless babble she was all to familiar with.
KILLHERKILLHERKILLHERKILLHER!!!CUTKILLBLOODTHERUSSIANSARECOMINGKILLDEATHDESTROY!!!!!
But she tuned them out, for some reason she felt she must obey the voice, she couldn’t explain it but it was her duty to do so…maybe it was just her, looking in on herself and commanding. She didn’t put it past herself to come up with such a scheme so that she might ignore the other voices but it did make her sad that it seemed to be gone. This entire time she had just been guided but she finally snapped to and looked at the woman, she was greeted by a demons face with razor sharp tusk sticking out of its lower jaw, blood red eyes and blood pouring out of its mouth but unlike before she did not jump, she seemed to be in a state of calm and a minute later it passed by like the rest of them and the woman’s face took its place. Emi thought, couldn’t think of anything important to ask as she would find out everything she needed to know later and just as the voice said she did not trust this woman one lick for the truth anyway so in a very bland voice and with a slight tilt of her head she asked:
“When do we eat her? I’m hungry…”
General Info
Name: A name is a figment of our imagination, a figment of chocolate – You may call me Jager.
Gender: What is the definition of ones own wisdom? The monkeys of doom call me “He that which goeth to thine porcupine god”
Age: I am young, like a chipmunk, or a tall red oak...oh...wait.
Physical Description
Dragon slayer the sword of time and the windswept path, thou which speaks my appearance to the world. The white fire of the insatiable kiwi bird strikes me and engulfs my mind encasing me in contrasting schemes. A foreign face in this nation of foreign faces, one among many and the person I am for the person I want to be, the person I shall never be and the one who lightens the furnace of the zero age. If you look closely you might spot the mental scars of my institution, the finality of my words and the finality of my death for I am as the moon with orbs of the crystallized passion. The fissure of time rips me in two and no demon that scurries about my mind can rend the flesh of my nestling as I am the statue of the hellion demigod, I am as I were a portion of a change but not to different from the bearer. I speak of the unfortunate in their unchanging ways those who cannot feed for they go without sustenance, thus my anguish is mental and physical, damnable “masters” who think they know pain. They know naught though for I am closer to heaven and hell than they shall ever know, a thousand vultures scouring my form even while I still draw breath in this o so foolish of mortal realms. I am wreathed in the garments of the ones who see through the glass, beyond the barrier of our simple being and stand before mankind, in the open I sometimes bear the mark of the common man but the rarity reeks of forced occasion. Strong and proud the demon stands, powerful and godly are his actions, intense and bloody his stare, reap not your final words for through your scent of fear he shall take note, the black cloth dots the scape of legion and before us stands a angel of fury, an angel of death, the blood angels descent. Emperor of All.
Personality
A problem play in the profile of the personalized prodigal performer to a plane periodical psychopathy and posterior the providence of personage, the populace of the particular. In short ladies and gentlemen I welcome you to the realm of infinite possibilities, the gate to the hither and the tither, the home of gods and mortals, this place is your mind and this place is your tomb. When we explore the vastness of the uncrossable sea, the darkness where there can be no light and a world of crimson reflected in a glass of unerring vision we can't help but view ourselves as we are. I am Slave incarnate, I once was called Atlas, Crux, Flayed, Bringer and the Darkener but were these names of creation or names of being, do they matter, what was there place and where have the kittens gone? The kittens are what is important, they are the beginning and the end just as mighty as the sword and just as soft as a little fluffy diamond, they are the key for I see it in my dreams that world of blackened peril and opaque hope. If my mind is the clearest of those in existence, the great dead metal then it too is the weakest, as if the crawling writhing creatures of the world might outsmart me at my own game and then in the next my source given talents should shake fear in the hearts of man. I am humble, I am kind, I am chivalrous, I am the light of ages, I am the darkness of mankind, I am life, I am death, I am silence, I am noise, I am anger, I am hate, I am rage, I am that which bringeth man from the edge of insanity and yet I have seen fit to cast him back in...I am what every man might want, I am freedom, I am naivety but above all I Am Man.
My weeping for the coming ages has no boundary's knowing that which comes forth from that black sea, filling it not with light as that would be impossible but with the shattering of that glass. The crimson world within spills out and stains the sea the color of blood, a horrendous site that cometh to herald the fall of man. There is no savior, there is no incarnate of destruction, it simply comes in it's own unstoppable rage undertaking gory sentiments in times of pain and triumph, it makes the gods of the realm shake in fear. Simple and sweet the end will come but with all the rage of a thousand years pent up, realm of fear that I, the key, unleash. For I am the key and I am the lock, stand with me and the rules of the universe fall before you, stand against me and feel wrath, stand aside and know naught...but am I me? I do not believe so, I am dualistic in nature, the both of are harmony and rage, Are there more? We are here. Infinite in number and without weakness we shall continue our silent march over the black hills and into the light where we shall char the already weakened state of things in a kingdom of saints and devils. Can the arbiters abyss truly stand before those who have sinned and offer change to those who call wrong doing? No he can not and so we stand unimpeded with none strong enough to stop we, to stop I. Fall before us or fall to us are the options and even then it is our discretion to do with life as we see fit. I weep for the world, I weep for our fate, yes our fate for we are many, we are Legion.
The voluminous vision of our soul extends forever toward that navy plane, a ample besom of infinite reprieve. We are aware, I am aware and yet I am shattered, broken and incomplete, strewn about the face of my mind like so many ashes thrown to the sky and so my sight is blinded. The purple one talks and I must listen or all facades of sanity within my own world no matter what my face in reality might be would fade and damnation would take me. Do a man not deserve to prosper from the sweat of his own brow? It is my fate that I should not the coral staff dominating my essence. The orange ones are my favorite as if to say my fate is on the eve, the morrow of our soul the silence of the lambs. I sit in serene peace upon the faculty of the monolithic towers the peace of the falcon filling me and I am cast over the edge like a stone into a pond, the constant breeze filling what is left of my hollow soul with some measure of strength. A deathly plunge into the dark sea readies me like steel in the fire and I see fit to hug the fuzzy ones and call them George. Let it be that sin abashes my companions and if it were not for the noble and horrible emperor I would part from them in so many words but that my own sins are to great how that I might understand this parting is beyond my scope. The endless fall of mankind is mirrored in death and so that I might be who I am the mind is spat upon and revered all at once to elevate one, we, I, us to the greatest of heights. For it is not how high you climb by which you are judged but rather from what depth.
History
Let me tell you a story: In the beginning there were kittens, there was also a man, the kittens and the man pranced through the city streets selling cotton candy and it was good. To all the good children they gave chicken wings and to all the baaad children they gave bags of un-popped popcorn and stole their microwaves! Through this method were the lovely ones blessed and the cruel ones launched into a spiral of insanity at being unable to pop their popcorn...or well, at the very least they had to learn how to use an oven. First there was light, then there was candy and then there were compact CD players for all with which to listen and the great ones did fall in the flames of a thousand seagulls. The pristine fields of the purple metal goats did stretch into infinitum and the sea was of a cool glassy blue naught a sin about it and life was lived in peace. There were those though that saw fit to abuse this kindhearted world and force their will upon it, using unfair tactics and cruel manipulations there was no way such a pure world could fight back. These enemies were puppies, did I mention that? Yes puppies are evil...anyway, darkness did cover the world...there was a little bit of candy...and I'm pretty sure there was a cookie, or something like that and...mmmmmm cookie. Did you know that if you dipped a cookie in soda and then salted it, it taste like a Zero bar? True story, there was this one time I gave a guy an extra penny for a hot dog and he chased me down just to give it back...nice guy...to bad his hot dog stand was stolen when he did that.
So where was I? Oh yes the armada of unholy puppies stole the man from the kittens and subjected him to what they thought were horrors. They changed him, made him what they wanted him to be and when he still failed to live up to their expectations they thought him broken...the didn't realize he had worked better than they could ever have hoped all along. The purple metal was corrupted and died an infinite spiral into the abyss, final days approaching and so many dead, so many dead at the hands of the unholy wish master that the kittens could bear it no longer. They stood before dooms gate and they brought upon realization, death reigned supreme and chocolate fell from the skies...I like food, do you like food? Realizing their mistake the puppies attempted to recreate whatever effects that had used to produce the devil incarnate but naught was effective and so they sought out a way to make the man more effective. They failed and the kittens stood strong showing comfort and retaining the memories of an age, showing the strength of will that the afro could hold. The pristine world returned, the puppies could do nothing and all that was fair returned but was shattered and now with the raiders stealing the sacred sword it was the mans job to slay the dragon. He would have to face the servant in sin.
Now the ocean was dyed black, the hellion, the devil himself cometh and his name is Legion, the Flayed One.
Additional Info: Watermelon ninja comes for you...
Special Ability
Power Level: The power of many falls beneath my iron boot, the random paint and the emotional bunnies speak to my pain. Eins der volkenheimer is my hearts path, Duos is my unchangeable destiny of destruction.
Physical Transformation: A change? Is there a change that others might see or does it sit squarely in my mind? I am harmless like those books which guide me on the path of righteousness I seek to bring only feeling to my life, I would not harm anyone and I seek no power though raw efficiency has found me. But he, he has no inhibitions, but is he the rabid one or is he me? The answer is both and that giant creature that brings about finality lays within my mind only, I know this but cannot convey it for I am one of many and my train of thought is but a flight of fancy. No, there is nothing, only that which strikes fear in the heart of man, the red eyes of the demon, for I am silent one moment and then shriek with the silence of the void the next. Dark father in all father, loyal servant and god, vile protector – The Patriarch of our last whim.
Abilities: My mind is not my own, I want to think of candy, cookies and soft woolen mittens but I cannot. No instead the pressure of a million presses down on those souls unlucky enough to fall within the blessed emperors wrath and pain begins. A overwhelming pain that can only be seen in the basilica of torments, o woe is my pity to he which falls to that bloody path. Carnal rage flows through the battalion and not even the white masked clowns can stop the fury which ensues, an unstoppable juggernaut of outlandish witticism and action...fear that power which pain unleashes. Gods nor devils have knowledge of the agonies which rip my mind and which are sent forth to rend flesh, sod off, out of sight out of mind. Functionality is our name, endless is our number, fallen is our code, hope is our answer to bring about change in this world and to serve our one true master. Does this endless suffering have purpose? We believe it does for if we do not hold on to this matter then we are little more than insanity which reeks of pain. No our aggression shall shatter worlds and in doing so we...I shall be free of this unending torment, yes our veins shall flow with the power of the dead and our enemies shall fall before our actions.
Additional
Other Characters
Saigotschuu Yun – 10th Squad Captain
Torre - Tres Espada
Katayama Kuatura - 1st Squad, 4th Seat
Raizuki Seiani - Human Under Council
Roleplay Sample
Emi did not like this woman the moment she set eyes on her, she would never like her and she had a bad feeling from the get go…she also wanted to kill her to by the way. This was made more so by the way she treated the driver, Emi did not know why but she liked that man for some reason and was sad to see him go, even if she did want to kill him too. When the woman put her hand on Emi’s shoulder firmly and began guiding her into the school the young girl flinched and looked toward her, for a moment a cloudy blackness swarmed around the edges of her eyes but a firm voice hit her like a ton of bricks and the clouds retreated. It was really surprising because it was almost like being hit by a physical attack and slammed on your back, she practically reeled and if the headmistress had not been guiding her she probably would have stopped. Thus she completely missed the boy and said nothing to the woman when she said “Do I make myself clear?”
NO!!! No…you cannot kill her, I do not think you may kill anyone for a while. Remember how you had to be careful before, kept it secret and safe? Now it is time to hone those skills again, they control this world and for a while you need to play along, later we will make a move…I will tell you when. For now know one thing, this woman is not to be trusted and she is not what she seems, however she commands and thus you will obey, but play your cards well young Emi. I know you have the intelligence for this, I leave it up to you now…don’t be a fool, you aren’t one.
Then it was gone, and not just quiet, it felt as if the voice was no longer there and then it was replaced just as suddenly by the mindless babble she was all to familiar with.
KILLHERKILLHERKILLHERKILLHER!!!CUTKILLBLOODTHERUSSIANSARECOMINGKILLDEATHDESTROY!!!!!
But she tuned them out, for some reason she felt she must obey the voice, she couldn’t explain it but it was her duty to do so…maybe it was just her, looking in on herself and commanding. She didn’t put it past herself to come up with such a scheme so that she might ignore the other voices but it did make her sad that it seemed to be gone. This entire time she had just been guided but she finally snapped to and looked at the woman, she was greeted by a demons face with razor sharp tusk sticking out of its lower jaw, blood red eyes and blood pouring out of its mouth but unlike before she did not jump, she seemed to be in a state of calm and a minute later it passed by like the rest of them and the woman’s face took its place. Emi thought, couldn’t think of anything important to ask as she would find out everything she needed to know later and just as the voice said she did not trust this woman one lick for the truth anyway so in a very bland voice and with a slight tilt of her head she asked:
“When do we eat her? I’m hungry…”