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Character Title: Elecro blood mage
Class: Unnatural Mage
Bio Link: http://convergencewars.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=629
Joined: 3-December 17
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Local Time: Apr 20 2018, 03:13 AM
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Apr 2 2018, 07:10 PM
Keith sat on a small makeshift rock in a fake little forest with a stream of water running through it, koi fish swam at the bottom of it the pond. Around him was the normal busy atmosphere of a small mall, people entered looking for places to scroll through and people leaving with they’re newly bought stuff to return to their ships and to leave the space station. He sees a small group of men and women walk into the small space station. They looked as though they were having some fun, good laughs as they walked by him all smiling. But when they did he had a very bad feeling. He didn’t let off that he suspected them as one of their heart beats was out of whack. He would follow them for a few minutes staying within the crowd of people, well away from the group. There was a gunshot and the crowd came running, screaming for their lives, it came from the food court. Keith pushed through the crowd as they hurried by. He would see that no one was shot except the ceiling. Two of the group members turn around a smile before aiming their guns, along with the rest of the group, at anyone who dared to approach to deal with the threat. They would fire forcing Keith to duck behind cover quickly and he sees a young cop land dead next to him, “DAMN IT!” He’d swear peeping over the corner of his cover spot.
Apr 2 2018, 11:02 AM
Name: Kiethen Calton
Keith is a slightly shorter man than others, though he doesn't mind as long as no one comments about it. His light black hair is highlighted with blue and his eyes are sea foam green. Keith’s build is that of a fit soldier, though never on steroids. On his wrists and stomach are cuts which he covers up most of the time (the wrists get covered up with gloves). The scars on his stomach is simply covered up with a shirt or a uniform. Five o’clock shaves are his things also.
Being able to “see” without his glasses on, through vibrations and hearing etc.
Telling if someone is lying or not
Blind (literally blind) without his glasses
Choroideremia - the progressive loss of eyesight at a young age, only occurs in males (more info here: https://ghr.nlm.nih.gov/condition/choroideremia
Glasses - he needs these glasses, they allow him to read without getting blurry vision and to do other tasks. They are specially designed for his own eyes and no one else's, they even have little projectors that bring up information etc. on certain subjects like in a movie or a video game. No one else may use this since he had surgery at a young age to allow the glasses to project an image of what he is seeing into his brain.
Dark Arts - he did not want to be the bearer of dark magic, so he keeps it on the down low unless absolutely needed. When he uses it though it can mess with his mind and makes him see, hear and sense things that are not even there. His greatest fear is that if he uses it too much bad stuff will happen.
Empathy - The ability to perceive the emotions of others and to project emotions onto them
Psychometry - Psychometrics can hold an object or enter an area and perceive the emotions, images, dialogue, and thoughts of whoever possessed the object or passed through the location
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Mar 26 2018, 10:53 PM
Name: Antony “Chance” Keirs
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Chance is not one who lays by idly watching stuff occur around him. He is build to be a lean man, with a bit of muscles and abs (not steroid muscles) His sins is of slightly colored tone with brown eyes and black hair which he highlighted with some blues and whites (like a strand of his long bangs) his brown hair is long to medium length. Face wise he is attractive and has a bit of a five o'clock shave at times. Scaring is almost non existent except for a scars that are on his arm and torso from blood magic.
Chance isn’t much of a talker, he is mostly quiet except to those he trusts. He is a stern and serious individual who takes his loyalties above all else. He doesn’t like to talk about his past much nor does he like to talk about his scar. Nothing is more terrible than when someone betrays him to an uncertain fate, so he forever remains isolated and takes everything with a grain of salt. He is a happy person otherwise and doesn’t mind being called a freak for what he volunteered to become. Sarcastic and caring about his closest friends.
What do they excel in? (Recommended minimum 2)
Eating buffalo chicken wings (like the ghost pepper kind)
Learning new magic
He can play the piano like a boss
What do they lack in? (Recommended minimum 2)
Sweet foods - he just can’t eat them
Attention span (ADHD bro)
Do they have any weapons or items of significance?
Combat knives, pistols (magic powered)
Combat boots: These beauties are special, they help to muffle his foot steps
Gloves: These semi-cybernetic gloves are pretty cool, they allow him to hack into systems to get his job done
Psychometry - Psychometrics can hold an object or enter an area and perceive the emotions, images, dialogue, and thoughts of whoever possessed the object or passed through the location. The longer a person stayed in one place and the more they handled the object, the greater their imprint will be upon it.
Blood magic - self explanatory
Lightning magic - also self expalnatory
Electro Blood Magic - a combo of elwctric and blood magic, due to this his blood is highly ironized. From a bloody wound he can bend his own blood making an electrical current wothin the blood. The results are both deadly, powerful and dangerous.
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Chance is not a natural occuring mage, he was a self appointed soldier experiment conducted somewhere in gods know where. When he and other people arrived the tests were going smoothly without any issues. Once the injection was given they were told to keep their eyes closed incase of light sensitivity and so they did. Whenever they woke up Chance not only felt different he also felt normal. They let them go after a few hours of observation for them to return to their normal lives and daily routine. Chance went back to his apartment and on the way back some police officers stopped him and asked him a few questions pertaining to the experiment. Chance thought that it was suspicious and only gave them the bare minimum, when he got him his roommate was fast asleep, going to bed he would crash almost immediately.
When he woke up in his apartment his friend was on the floor unconscious and military officials stood over him as he laid there in bed. One of them sprayed this spray on him and he lost consciousness again with a pain in his head. When he woke they were in a different area and things started to get out of hand. He and the other patients who took part in the treatment were all in the same room, like a barracks almost, they lived together, ate together even cried and laughed together as they were not permitted seeing their families, on in letters were they able to keep in touch. All of this happened on Calibrimdor where they were trimmed for their past actions, or in Chance's case he was considered too dangerous for the military and was trimmed by the dragons. They did terrible things to him, poked him, proded him and even did other unsavory things to him mentally. They broke him down but not enough to the point where he'd be their simple mindless and brain dead experiment. They did it enough so he'd know his place in their own totalitarianism society.
After a few years in a living hell he finally got his chance to escape, the plan was risky but he did it and he managed to smuggle himself off of Calibrimdor to a system completely unknown to him.
Since then he has joined the Imperium to be one of their people who does the more dangerous jobs. He has also started dating Ren and had also adopted a daughter named Hope.
He plays piano
Mar 20 2018, 09:47 PM
He leaned against the railing waiting for someone to come out of the huge doors which lead into the count chambers. The patio was a nice and quiet place to discuss business and other matters to attend to after all. No need to worry about people over hearing usually and if one did they knew well enough to stay quiet. The patio itself wasn’t too big, probably enough room to seat maybe three or four people, a small coffee table laid in the center with a dish for wine, it’s glasses and some for, of cheese and bread. Next to the pale of wine was a small vase of flowers. He’d reach over to take on of the flowers and sniff it, twirling it in between his fingers. The flowers soft small yellow pedals were being against the little light the moons had to offer the people below them. A door would freak open and a smaller woman with light brown hair would step out with a man older than her aiding her. After a second the three of them would bow slightly to eachother and the woman and newcomer would quickly embrace the other tightly for many long seconds. The man who escorted the woman would cough slightly making the two of them release eachother, “We need to discuss some things brother.” He would comment calmly motioning the, to take a set in one of the chair laid out for them, which the woman and man did gladly.
“We need to keep an eye on things towards the quarantine zone more, for any.... unexpected easedroppers. Brother I know you already are doing your job, and you have made a friend as well but you can’t possibly help keep an eye on all of them by yourself.” The older man would say pouring a glass of wine.
“Count Jacob, you surely cannot mean to send her into this as well?”
“Why not?” Count Jacob would ask smiling, “Unless you have other ideas?”
The man would pause for a second thinking, “Ravens, they’re a common enough occurance the people won’t even be able to tell the difference.” The woman sighs, “Come on, I’m ready! You know I am!” The count would raise his hand, “We know ma’am however, this could end up like a game of Black Widow. Never reveal all our cards until they are needed.”
The blonde haired woman would look down and take the mans hand, “Yes milord. But I do wish we could spend longer time together, it has been so long after all.” The count would sigh some, “I know, I want you two to be able to spend much more time together however both your service to me and this city takes higher priority. Your husband knows this too well.” He would finish and thewoman would look down, “Forgive me milord, I have miss spoketh.” She would apologize and the count would wave it off, “You’re perfectly fine my dear sister.”
The other man would sit there quietly listening until eventually he takes a bit of cheese and bread, “So what else do you have in mind Count Jacob?”
“Please just Jacob, it’s of you, you know that.” He would comment readjusting his position in the chair and getting comfortable, “The virus needs to have another outbreak.”
Both the guests would cough some on their snacks, “Sir! We’re hardly keeping it under control as it is!” The woman would say holding back her coughs. The man would not in agreement drinking some wine to try to stop from coughing too much, “Milady is right Jacob! Why on earth should we start it up again?”
Mar 16 2018, 11:35 PM
Species: Possessed Human
Age: 23 (phsyically)
Faction: Who do they work/fight for? (If none put N/A)
Anrí is a normal sized woman, her eyes are red and orange like the fire and blood magic she uses. Her short blonde hair is tied up with a slight ribbon. Her complexion is fair and untainted with age (a victorian jacket, her normal clothes are just simple t shirt is her oerfered style) , the face is pretty. She wears a older like clothing with black leggings and dark brown-red boots. Her hands are covered with beautiful black gloves that go up to just below her elbow. (For some pic ref for picturing: https://sta.sh/2sfmw22hxju?edit=1)
Anrí is extremely quiet, not saying much in the name of words. When she does speak it's quiet and to the point.
Speed (like dodging quickly and obstacles) she is very fast, like ghostly fast
Bleeding - she can lose large amount of blood, even more than humanly possible
Do they have any weapons or items of significance?
A blade tipped spear (on both ends, see it in the stash link above), she used the spear. From there she could fight normally, if she needs to though she would use her own blood magic on herself and use her vast amount of blood as a weapon. Often cutting herself to gain that much blood.
Do they have supernatural powers? If not, describe what they excel in naturally.
Blood magic - one of her specialties, she used her own blood to do such attacks, she can use it as an extra sword. Her bird companions are made from the blood.
Sight - she can look through one of her bird companions eyes
Naybe Chance had some inspiration from her.
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