Piccylo's Character Storage

[Piccylo]

Most of the old ones I'm posting here are from other message boards (which is fairly obvious, since there are not yet any game threads even created on here).

Yes, I know. I have a hell of a lot of characters.

[Piccylo]

The RPG this one was for was a classic fantasy RPG.

Name: Bleaniroh

Race: Half-Elf

Class: Warrior

Weapon: An Electrinum Gudentag*

Armor:Carbon Steel, 35 Fold Chest plate, arm and leg plates, with Fluting. The rest is leather that has elven symbols painted on it with green dye.

Other Stuff: A flask of oil that, when applied to ones forehead, makes one able to pass through solid substances. A small rag to apply the oil with. An elven charm of speed in left pocket, and a human charm of wealth in the right. A bottle of bloodwine.

Bio:
She grew up in a hustling Human city called Varsern, where she was allowed to go off unattended since she was old enough to walk. When she got to her pre-teen years, it wasn't uncommon for her to go outside the town's limits into the wild, where she would hunt deer and other large creatures with whatever weapon she could sneak from her father's shed.
She didn't know her mother well, since she was obliged to stay in her Elven city, so she bonded well with her warrior father. When it came time for her to look for marriage, she instead insisted on leaving and finding her own place in the world. So, her father allowed her to go off on her own with the weapon she liked to use the most, his electrinum gudentag.
She first decided to venture to her mother's, where she learned about how trying the times have become with Archus. Her mother had become rather drained from guarding the Elven center, and knew that if Archus would attack there, he might become too strong to stop after that. Thus, she decided to go against Archus, not necessarily to help out her mother, but more to gain a name for herself.

Short Cutscene:
"I've gone pretty far... I'm not even quite sure what nation I'm in anymore." Bleaniroh takes out a map from her sack and studies it for a while. "Let's see... I've been going Northwest the past hour, and the last place I was... I think was near this mountain... so..."
Suddenly, the map is snatched from her hands by an ireful-looking Human male. "Who... or what... are you?"
She blinks for a moment. "Though I usually don't answer one who's so rude, I am Bleaniroh of Varsern. What is your name, sir?"
He didn't acknowledge her own question. "You are from Varsern? You are a Human, then?"
"Half," she said, nonchalantly pulling out a piece of vine that had found its way in her boot when she was walking through the brush, "My father was Human; my mother was an Elf."
The man thrust a sword out and pointed it under her chin. "One of them, are you? Come out, boys! I found a bastard of a traitor and an elf!" He spat at the word.
"Hey I resent that!" she retorted, "My parents were well into wedlock when I was born! Though they live almost a fortnight of travel between them..."
"Silence, cur!" He shouted at her. Several men, some on horses, came out, all brandishing swords towards her.
"I... take it people around her don't take kindly to elves, huh?" She stretched a bit, and backed off a little before taking her gudentag from her back and thrusting it towards the first man's torso, sending him, not without a large gash, flying backwards. She did the same to the other men on foot as they ran towards her, trying to leave only the equestrians to fight.
She succeeded, but the men on horseback surrounded her in a full circle. "No where for you to run now, rotter!" They closed in on her in a death formation, but as soon as they got in range, she one twirling swing, ripping many of the horses open, and scaring the others away. All of the men found themselves bucked-off and on the ground, horseless and somewhat defenseless.
"You boys wanna continue with this?" she said, a smug grin on her face and her weapon resting leisurely on her shoulder, "Or should we leave this as friends?"
The men looked at each other and decided silently for the latter. One stood and approached her with a smile. "Is there anything that we can do for you? Miss Bleaniroh was it?"
She nodded. "Tell me. Do you know which way it is to Archus' position?"
"Quite." He turned and made a gesture. "We believe he is West, Northwest about now. The distance is pretty far, though." He turned back to her. "But there are several villages along the way. If anyone gives you any grief, just show them this." He handed her a small badge. "This is what we give our deputies and honoraries. No one will touch you while you are in this nation with this."
"You are quite the gentleman!" She pocketed the badge. "I'll be off then." As she walked off, she looked at the man who came to her first, still motionless on the ground. "Pity. I tore my map when I attacked him. But, I don't really need it, anyway. Hard to read as it is..."


*If you've ever seen Conquest, you might know what it is.

[Piccylo]

(Note: This was for an RPG where the players were to be celebrities.)

Celebrity: John Cleese
Age: 65
Famous as a: Comedic actor, most notably Monty Python and Fawlty Towers.
Looks: www.kino.de/pix/MBBILDER/MITWIRK/Z0222526.JPG
Personality: Sarcastic and wry. He can act very upright and humorless, but speaks with a lot of wit and is not adverse to doing anything, no matter how crazy, unusual, or off color it is.

[Piccylo]

These two characters were made for a Gangster RPG that I designed but never started.


Name: Guiseppe De Luca
Age: 67
Side: The Devil's Taggers
Job: Don

Appearance: Aged pretty well. Black hair with some silver streaks on either side, cut in a certain fashion that makes him look distinguished. His height is about average, and he looks decently fit, maybe a few pounds over. You would normally see him in an expensive pin-stripe, double-breasted suit.

Weapons/Equipment: 1920 model Colt .45 automatic and a jeweled letter opener in his vest pocket.

Background:
He wasn't very old when he started his group, but his intelligence and common sense gained a lot of respect from those much older and stronger than him when he was still a whelp. He might have grown up on the poor side, but it didn't hinder his mental growth at all. He learned quickly how to affect a conversation to turn into his favor. By the time he was 20, his smooth tongue and good looks got him a prestigious business and a lot of backing.
Despite his "dirty dealing" and the name that his gang acquired after leaving pictures of the Devil (with "I will strew your flesh upon the mountains, and fill the valleys with your carcass. I will drench the land even to the mountains with your flowing blood..." written on the back), he was a religious man. A devout Catholic, he holds the word of "His Holiness" above anything else, even giving "honorary inductions" in the name of the new pope (he just had one for Pope Pius XI last year). He also holds family values high: he has a wife and 2 children. His son just came home from the war, and his daughter now has kids of her own.



Name: Anna "The Vampire" Rossi
Age: 23
Side: The Devil's Taggers
Job: Capo Bistone

Appearance: A youthful and attractive (in the classical sense) woman that doesn't seem to smile often. Though her clothing varies between many fashionable dresses and fur stoles, she normally wears black satin pumps and a wide-rimmed black hat that hides her brilliantly green eyes. Though her brunette hair is cropped short, it remains about mid-neck in length.

Weapons/Equipment: Model 1921 Thompson submachine gun and a pocket model Colt .25 that she carries hidden.

Background:
She joined "The Devil's Taggers" along with her brother about five years ago. Since then, her brother has died, but she flourished in the gang quickly. She earned the nickname "Green Anna Rossi" since she was gaining ranks so fast even though she was still new (along with her starkly green eyes that were notably intimidating). Anna later gained the alias "The Vampire" after she said "I'll drink every drop of your blood like Kali so that you're kin won't come back against us," to a rivaling crime boss that she killed herself. She meant that she'll kill his whole family (which she did), but the name stuck regardless.
Despite her high position, she is almost the polar opposite of De Luca. Past being a young woman, she's also very unorthodox in her methods and thinks of herself as an agnostic when it comes to religion. However, it doesn't hinder the fact that the two work very well together, making the mob rise even higher and run more efficiently when she became Capo Bistone.

[Piccylo]

An admittedly favorite. He was from a fantasy-ish RPG that seemed heavily influenced by LOTR.

Name: h'Ebradoun (closest pronunciation is 'abrädÔrn; the h' is pronounced as a slight catch in the back of the throat, and the "r" has an elaborate roll. I'm being difficult on purpose... you can spell it however you want as long as you're consistant.

Age: 2 millenia, 1 century, 4 score , 7 years, 4 months, and 13 days. (2,187)

Race: Pixie

Physical Description: His body is like a youth's, lithe and smooth. His skin is milky white with a slight blush, particularly around the face. His eyes are clear blue, and he has wax-yellow, curly hair that is cut rather short. His ears are slightly pointed, his nose is upturned a bit, and there are brown freckles that go across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.
He has 4 thin wings positioned on his back with two on either side, the larger ones closer to the shoulders and pointing upwards, and the smaller ones closer to the lumbar and pointing downwards. They are a brilliant purple with stark lines of turquoise-blue coming from the base, and span about 5 inches.
His height is about 4 inches.
His voice is nasally, but not necessarily very high in pitch (if you know what a 440 A sounds like, about there). He tends to roll his "r"s and accent hard "i"s in his speech.
Wherever he goes, he brings a light, florel scent.

Clothing/Attire: He wears miniature laurel leaves around his head as a crown, and has a skirt made of green barley. He wears 4 hollowed-out husks of castor seeds around his wrists and ankles, and he has a ladybug shell strapped to his chest.

Weapons: A variety of powders that he keeps in pouches around his skirt.
Somni Powder - The afflicted becomes sleepy.
Irae Powder - The afflicted becomes irrationally angry.
Ludi Powder - The afflicted becomes unusually joyous and cannot resist laughing constantly.
Lacrimae Powder - The affliced begins to cry uncontrollably.
Terroris Powder - The afflicted becomes mysteriously terrified.
Vini Powder - The afflicted acts as though he/she is drunk.
Amoris Powder - The afflicted becomes enamoured with those around him/her.

Powers: Flying (he'd be a pretty pitiful pixie if he couldn't), disappearing momentarily to reappear somewhere else (blinking), entering people's dreams by sitting on their forehead as they sleep, and speaking to plants. He's also able to channel his energy into his powders and make them have the opposite effect (somni wakes, irae calms, ludi makes one logical, lacrimae soothes pain, terroris gives courage, vini eradicates effects of alcohol, and amoris makes one harder to fool), but it takes a substantial amount of energy, and he won't be able to do anything (including fly) for two hours afterwards. Entering people's dreams also takes energy, but only hinders him for an hour and he can still fly (just not very quickly).

Bio: h'Ebradoun was born from the blossom of an eternal lilly of ambrosia. He was created to fullfill the duty of tending magical herbs that grow in Suomi. It's his job to make sure that pollen reaches the flowers of any species that there is lesser of, and generally keeps tabs on the eco-system and balance of the plantlife. But when the Burning Brigade began to rise, the population of certain flowers began to die out, which h'Ebradoun connects to Elmarinnen's demand of heavy cultivation and harvest of the "Honor Ruby Magpie", a flower that has many uses as a spell component. So, in order to rectify this problem, h'Ebradoun has offered his services to Väinämöinen (whose godly status he recognizes, and thus refers to him as "master") against the Burning Brigade.

Cutscene:

h'Ebradoun fluttered around, playing with the bees as they buzzed around him. They soon left, and he waved after them. "Thank you!" he called. He knew that he'd never get half of his work done if it weren't for the insects that also carry pollen from flower to flower. He was grateful for such humble beings to be around to help and make his job easier.

But he heard some plants crying in the distance, and he was there in a flicker. He saw a man kneeling down, picking some Faery Mallow.

"Ah!" He flew before the man and fluttered into his face. "Leave those be! Faery Mallow are getting very rare lately! You shouldn't pick them until more bloom!"

The man slapped the imp out of his face. "Beat it, wingy. I need these to make potions."

h'Ebradoun shook his head and got up from the ground, checking to make sure that his wings weren't injured from the assault before taking flight again. "Can't the potion wait a while? It should be safe to pick them later on in the spring."

"Business waits for no man," he grunted.

h'Ebradoun gave a puerile scowl and took higher into the air, hovering just above the man's head. "Cruel! Cruel! If you can't wait a few months, I'll just have to take care of you myself!" He pulled out a pouch and sprinkled some dust down onto the man.

"Like I'd be scared of a twerp like you. A little sprite caa- caaAAA- AACCHOO!" The man sneezed violently and shook his head around. When he opened his eyes, he stared with wide eyes at the pixie and his surroundings. Nothing had changed, but suddenly the cheerful meadow seemed deadly and ominous. The swaying of the grass, which was before peaceful, was now viperous as the green blades scratched together. The singsong tweet of the birds now sounded like cries and screeches. The buzzing of the insects turned into the growling of hungry animals.

The man dropped the buds he had gathered and screamed, running back towards the roads and the town, to be as far away from this frightening field as his legs can get him.

h'Ebradoun giggled and put away the pouch of Terroris powder. Suddenly a voice came to his ears, and the pixie tilted his head. "What was that? It did not sound like a voice of the plants..." He thought for a moment as he recognized the voice. "Ah! Master Väinämöinen! He is calling for assistance against those forces finally!"

The plants around him immediately told him the rumors of others hearing the voice and going towards Väinämöinen. h'Ebradoun nodded sagely and took to flight towards the inn where Väinämöinen currently resided. When the pixie had offered his services against the Burning Brigade before, Väinämöinen had no choice but to turn him down. Even though h'Ebradoun had a variety of useful powers, there were no other willing warriors, and a pixie of such physical weakness, no matter his multitude of abilities otherwise, could not be a force alone.

h'Ebradoun's wings took little time to bring him into town. He peered into a window and saw Väinämöinen, wasting no time in blinking into the room right before Väinämöinen's face.

He made a slight bow as he hovered in the air. "Good eve to you, Master! Am I the first one here?"

[Piccylo]

From a sequel to the RPG Thyella was in. I would have played Thyella, but I decided that she was going to become captain of her own team and get blinded before she joined the original team again, which required a space of years between games rather than months. That, and no one else wanted to be an alien.

Name: Iakuoy

Gender: Female

Appearance: She has high cheekbones and a somewhat long face. Her hair is extremely long and is sort of a florescent yellow (which means if I drew her, I'd have to color her with a highlighter), and her stature is somewhat lean and quite similar to how most Avlan look. She wears a very unusual outfit (even by Avlan standards) that looks to be made entirely of an opaque, black glass that is fashioned to look like a sort of gem-made armor with elongated shoulder plates.

Weapons and Chakra: (This somewhat confuses me.) Green

Bio: Iakuoy was considered one of the most unusual of children as she grew up. Although most children didn't find it odd to fly around and make their eyes glow in the dark so that they could see the way to the fountain to get a drink of water at night, having hair that would glow from the slight infrared in the light that Chakra emitted was weird. Often, the others either alienated her, or flocked to her because she was different. She was always somewhere between "freak" and "cool". This sort of made a self-fulfilling prophecy, and she grew up to be the kind that attracts a lot of attention, causing her grasp on using Chakra effectively to soar in the process. For the past few years, she has been the head of her own little urban gang, which was more to pass the days by bothering the other gangs than to cause any trouble. When the Avlan first met with the Humans, she felt that joining one of their little packs to fight in a war would be a good chance for some fun.

Cutscene:
"This is the last of it," Iakuoy said as she put one more of her necessities in her travel storage box and closed it. She picked it up and faced her gang members. "I guess that it's time for valedictions."
They looked back at her in an awkward silence, unsure of what to say. Finally, Retsnom spoke up. "It's probably going to go pretty slowly without you. You're the only one who knows how to be a thorn in those guys' sides."
"Naah. You can do pretty well leading yourself." She patted his shoulder. "You've got a real method of tickin' those guys off."
As she left the building, the others couldn't help but follow, suddenly asking questions from all sides on whether or not she'll send them word while off with the Humans in the war, how long it will be till she comes back, if she ever gets any sort of break on holidays, etc etc.
"Look, guys. It's not like I'm going to be gone for years. It sounds like the battle campaigns only last like a couple of months, anyway."
"Yeah, but--"
"Hey! Eye-head!" Came a voice from before them on the street. The whole crew from one of the other gangs was there. Yes, all 6 of them.
Iakuoy looked at them with a raised brow, as did her few 12 gang members that were able to see her off that day. "What did you call me?"
"Um...Eye-head," repeated the leader.
"Why?"
"Because your hair glows like eyes do and, you know... that's not the point! I heard that you're leaving to join the army! Getting scared of us?"
Iakuoy rolled her eyes. "Oh yes, I'm sooo frightened of you. Now, if you will excuse me--" She broke from her group to go straight past the opponents towards the war office.
"Hey! At least give us one last fight!" The leader yelled after her.
"All right, all right!" She put down her luggage and got into fighting stance. "Ready?"
The leader made a little laugh, then yelled a charge. All six of them went straight towards her in a frontal assault, already blasting different colors of plasma at her.
Iakuoy flipped over them and suspended herself just upside down and facing their backs, then singed the whole lot of them with one green blow.
She landed, went back to her boxes, picked them up, then flew off to join the pack.

[Piccylo]

My character in the one and only RPG that actually got off the ground in GS forums.

Name: Joanna Taplin
Age: 10
Gender: Female
Appearance: Joanna has blond, curly hair that she usually keeps tied back with a pink ribbon, and her eyes are big, bright, and blue. Her skin tone is fair and silky, since she's a young woman and kept in shade by her parents during the day so that she wouldn't get scorched by the harsh sun. Her body is small and springy, as children are.
Clothing: A plain, childish-looking, white smock that makes her look even younger than she is with short, puffy sleeves and pink trim along the edges. She wears those little black shoes with the tiny buckles on the side, and white stockings.
Energy: Her energy has no color and is completely translucent, but its presence can be seen by the way it bends the light that travels through it. It's lukewarm to the touch, and runs off of her body like water (in fact, it's often mistaken to be water). Joanna is able to manipulate the pressure and weight that it has, making it wrap around and grasp things, sometimes hugging or crushing them.
Personality: Joanna is very carefree and childish, even for a 10 year old. She likes almost everyone, and tries to make them like her as well, though she does enact mischief from time to time, but always in good humor.
Gear: Knitting needles and yarn, a bar of soap, a washrag, and her favorite doll. She uses the knitting needles as her weapons, and she's quite proficient with them.
Bio: Joanna was born as an only child and was considered a blessing to her parents who had such problems conceiving. They would have spoiled her, had they the money to do so, but they did keep her from doing work in the fields. Since she was a toddler, she showed great promise in her own energy-manipulating abilities, already as able as children many years older than her with it. The other children teased her, saying she was shut-in since she didn't work like the others, so she began to use her energy to work the tools on her parents' field while sitting in the shade of her favorite tree. Of course, her parents brag about it to everyone else whenever they get the chance (and are considered a bit annoying by the other adults for doing so). At her current age, she's already almost as good as a teenager.

Cutscene:
Night was falling. Joanna sprinted out of her house, waving back to her parents, and ran down the path towards the elder's sitting circle. SMACK! She fell back on her rearend, now finding herself before a teenage boy, William, towering above her, with a few of his friends not far behind. The group was known for bullying the smaller kids, so she felt a little tentative towards their presence.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the little super-brat. What are you doing out so late?"

"The elder told me to come to the meeting around the circle." She stood and dusted off her clothes, pouting a little for getting her frock dirty.

"No you aren't! He's bringing together the teenagers that have any chance of surviving outside the island. There's no way he would call you."

"Yeah-huh! I'm plenty strong! I'm stronger than you!"

"What was that?" William's eyes narrowed and he hit the ground roughly with his plow, stirring up some dust from the ground.

"I said I'm stronger than you! Much, much stronger!"

"Prove it!" Without much more warning, he swung at her with his plow. She panicked and ducked down, then scrambled away and up a tree.

"Eek! Scary!" She said, hanging on a limb and blinking widely down at the group.

"Get down here, you little coward!" William hit the trunk with his plow, making the whole tree shake.

Joanna grasped the tree, afraid to fall from all the shaking, but allowed some of her energy to run down the tree and encircle the boys' ankles.

"What the--" William looked down to his feet, and before he knew it, was tripped and flung to the ground by the little girl's energy along with his friends.

Joanna jumped down, stuck her tongue out at them, and continued running. Before long, she was coming up behind the elder, and she projected her energy around his shoulders and neck, giving him a warm hug.

"What is--" the man turned around and smiled. "Oh, it's you, Joanna. You've finally come?"

"Am I late?"

"No, no. You're just in time, child. Sit."

[Piccylo]

From a demon RPG.

Name: Lerates

Role: Demon of Cold Calculation and Manipulation

Appearance: Original form is a dull, clayish gray, looks rather like a statue of a Vestal Virgin.

Biography: Has an eloquent tongue and has often done work for her overlord posing as men and women of "honor". At one point, posed as an angel, and was cursed as punishment to only be able to hold a single form for 4 hours before it fails.

Abilities: Change appearance momentarily by will, able to raise large armies and convince others to do her bidding easily.

Cut-Scene: The priest drops the bloodied crucifix to the ground and falls to his knees, weeping. "I killed him," he cried, referring to the late Brother Salis who remained motionless outside of the light that poured from the stain-glass windows.
"Now, now," the nun hugged his shoulder. "You had to do it. He would have corrupted His house if you hadn't."
The priest didn't answer, he only put his face to the ground and sobbed into the floorboards. The nun stood slowly and walked away, a grin on her shadowed face.

[Piccylo]

This was my character I was going to use in my "Goth's at the Beach" RPG on a different board years ago that didn't get off the ground.


Real name: Jason Fischer
Real Gender: Male
ChatName: Lestat2399
Character's Name: Matt Shoemaker
Character's Gender: Male
Social Status of Character: Jock
Character's appearence: Short, blonde hair, kinda wavy-like with that blue-eye thing going on. Muscles and tan, of course, and wearing those stupid trunks.
Character's background: Matt was a football player in high school. Now, he's looking for a job because he can't find a college to pay for his whole schooling to have him on their team because he's a LOSER. But he tells chicks that he's getting his dad's business, anyway.
You're Exact Answer to SteelGender: "::waves a sword in Steel's face:: No one's better than me! Why? You wanna to test me out?"
You're personal opinion on your RP ability: I am awsome!

The next two questions are to be filled in by SteelGender!
This person's RP viewed ability: Not very good. Tends to stay around characters like "Sephiroth".
This person's RP viewed faults: Bad grammar and spelling. Tends to put "LOL" and stuff like that IC. God-modding. A bit of a lamer. Likes "1337" a bit much.

[Piccylo]

Marie was my character from a virtual-society RPG where people and programs became kinds of hunters of virus. Kinda Tron-ish, kinda .hack-ish, kinda Real Adventures of Johnny Quest-ish. A bit Gantz-ish, too, now that I think of it.


Name: Marie Antoinette

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Character Type: AI

Physical Description: Although she has been programmed with a wide array of lavish, baroque dresses, she prefers to fight in her riding outfit, which consists of black breeches with gold lining and a matching black jacket, a white blouse, white silk stockings, black shoes with gilded buckles, and a black and gold hat with several white feathers. Her hair is powdered to appear a blue-ish white, and her eyes are a sea blue. Her head is also detachable.

Bio: She began as an HTML script for a web page about her namesake, Queen Marie Antoinette of France, back in 1995. About 2013, a bored History professor (named Isaac Chetham) decided to exercise his coding skills and expanded her code into an executable. Before long, he introduced her into NWC, and she grew into an independent AI. Her personality became witty and strong-willed, as well as enthusiastic for the arts, and she is able to speak English and French fluently. When Isaac became injured during an accident that was caused by the Zero Crises, she decided to join DF, in hopes that she could help to keep them from doing such a terrible thing again.

Cut-scene:
Marie walks through the forest of Server 1, reveling in the plant life's colors and hues. She kneels down and examines one flower in particular. "This one reminds me of Van Gogh's Irises," she thought aloud.
A rustling in the trees, followed by an awkward squawk, gathered her attention to the canopy of leaves above. Suddenly, a large, deranged-looking bird shot down towards her like a bullet.

::Battle Server Activation::

Enemies
Viral Condor
Stats
LP: 5
AP: 1
DP: 100
HP: 0
EXP: 100

DF Enforcers
Marie Antoinette
Stats
LP: 200
AP: 25
DP: 25
HP: 50
EXP: 0
The dome had barely gone up when the Condor's beak stabbed into her shoulder, causing a point of damage. She doubles over from the shock and falls back. The bird took high into the air again before taking another swoop down.
"Zut! How was it that one attacks again?" Marie struggled to recall from her memory banks how to shoot the hand gun. As she did so, the bird swiped by her and scratched her cheek, causing another point of damage.
It finally came to Marie that the thumb acted as a trigger in the hand gun, and she finally shot the bloody bugger down.

::Battle Results::
Victory
EXP gain of 100 to DF enforcer Marie Antoinette
::Battle Server Deactivate::

The dome and the bird dissipated and she scoffed. "That's what you get, tassepé."

[Piccylo]

(From a classic Good vs. Evil game.)


[Name]: Mutnauq
[Age]: 100+
[Allignment]: Evil
[Race]: Demon
[Height]: 6'0''
[Weapon of Choice]: Glaive
[Appearance]: The gender is ambiguous, and the appearance seems to change from meeting to meeting. Generally, however, Mutnauq has wavy hair, is rather tall and a little thin, and wears clothes that cover up a lot of it's body to hide its demonic qualities. The eyes are a bright, golden orange.
[Bio]: Mutnauq is a demon that is normally sent on reconaissance missions and of the like, earning the respect as a master of disguise and stealth. The large glaive, however, seems an odd choice for such a profession, but it is always brought with Mutnauq and disguised as well. Mutnauq never speaks of its personal life or its past, and reacts bitterly whenever it's brought up. Rumors have it that Mutnauq is a female demonic-djinn that was exhiled/excersized from a distant land.

[Piccylo]

(A fantasy-ish game that never got off the ground. I probably wouldn't have even joined it except that I really liked that race.)


Name: Nisjaox
Age: 36
Sex: Female
Race: Alderish
Physical Desc: Wood-colored skin with green hair and purple eyes. Tall, with a look similar to an emaciated human. She wears a colorful, linen-like material that's wrapped tight around her torso like gauze and has a long, loose tunic under it.
Equipment: A glass orb made from desert sand which she uses for difficult, spontaneous summonings, and a wooden wand that is usually strapped vertically upon her shoulders that she can use to conjure creatures out of materials lying about.
Bio: Nisjaox never particularly cared for the desert that she grew up in, nor did she enjoy Kelwine that much, so she tended to float between the two, usually trying to settle in small Alderish communities. However, she always got in trouble with her spells, since she was always given the note of being a "wildcard"; when she tried to do little duels with others, she always accidentally overkilled with her own spells, sometimes even killing the opponent. She attempted becoming a hermit, but found that she was hard and boring, so she visited an old Alderish hermit and asked him how he lived. He told her that her path of destiny could not be found dwelling on seclusion, but travelling with others.
Well, far be it for her to side-track destiny.

[Piccylo]

(A character in an Inuyasha RPG that got misused by another player...*grumble* She is a bit godmoddy, though.)

Name: Ryuumuma / Sensei Akkigami-san

Race: Demon that poses as a Human

Bio:
Ryuumuma is a 178 year-old demon with a somewhat sea-green, serpentine look to her in her demon form and is covered with tattoo-like black marks on her body. She has a pronged tail, black hair with a copper sheen, and red eyes with almond-shaped pupil. Her Human surname (Akkigami) is suggestive of her political title in the Demon society that she was handed to her by her predecessor, the Maou (Demon King), because of her great talent, strength, and intelligence.
She has a great deal of abilities past turning Human and suppressing her jaki. She is able to imitate the purifying energy of a priestess, as well as block such power with relative ease. She can analyze energies and spells to understand their structures, then she can simulate them.
Her Human form is simply what her as a Homo sapien would look, but her hair looses its sheen and her eyes are hazel.
Since the demon's have been rather stable politically as of late, she now poses as a teacher at Kagome's high school to pass her boredom. She now teaches her English class, and since she's rather new, she's also been given a lot of "dirty work", which includes cram-school work, some private tutoring, and the latest errand: getting behind Kagome's rash of absences.

Cutscene:
"Turn your books to page 85," Akkigami called from the front of the room, "Higurashi, please read all of paragraph 5." There was a moment of silence. "Higurashi!"
Kagome suddenly snapped out of the daze that she always had on days where she had just returned from the Sengoku Jidai. "H-hai!"
The class chuckled. Akkigami maintained a stoic look. "Please read paragraph 5 of page 85, Miss Higurashi."
"H-hai..." she sputtered again, and leafed hurriedly through her textbook. "Page 85.. page 85..."
"It would help if you looked in the right book, Miss Higurashi."
Kagome blushed scarlet as the class laughed again.

After school, Akkigami stepped into the empty gym with the P.E. teacher (called "Takudo") and began some casual Kendo practice (or as casual as you can have with real swords).
The two got into stance. "Guess what they just shoveled into my lap after classes were over," she said before attacking him.
He blocked and butted towards her with the handle. "I already heard. You have to take care of Higurashi Kagome, right?"
"Right," she dodged the hilt and slashed at his shoulder, "Her grades are slipping, apparently, and they're concerned about why she doesn't get private tutoring or cram school."
He fell back a bit after his cut, which bled orange. "Both things that you were given."
"I didn't mind that stuff. I'm bored being a reigning demon in a peaceful society, but this will overload me, I think." She made another attack.
He countered, and went after her in a quick string of slashes. "I guess that you either have to be either bored or stressed, Ryuumuma-sama."
She made one strong upward-slash against his blade, making the instrument fly out of his hand. She pointed the metal at his throat. "I just hope that it would make a much more entertaining challenge than this."

[Piccylo]

(Post-apocalyptic world where a radioactive "muck" turned people and animals into mutants and muck sometimes.)


Name: Sirydice

Age: 29

Gender: Female

Race: Mutant

Physical Description: Her body is a wiry copper-tone at joints; her hide is a smooth, white exoskeleton; She has bronze eyes and hair. Her weight is definitely between 150-170 lbs, but her height can vary.

Mutation: She is able to lengthen and contort any part of her body. Her hide, being mostly retractable, can expand as a sound chamber as her bones and cords could be stretched and used as strings to resonate a pitch, allowing her to manipulate soundwaves to her advantage.

Weapon of Choice: Large hooks and soundwaves.

Bio: When most of her family had been infected with the EAV, they were on the large part ignored. Eventually, only she and her big brother was all that was spared from becoming muck, remaining mutation free. But by Jeanna's (Sirydice's human name) 13th birthday, her complexion began to change dramatically, and they were both thrown out of the town. Not a year passed afterwards when she was separated from her brother while they were attacked on the road. She had forgotten most of her family, including their names and their faces, as well as why she managed to control the EAV in her.
She can be extreamly high strung and stressed out easily. The few times that she may "go with the flow", she will become sombre and absorbed. In morality, she only does what is necessary to live, and although she will befriend with almost any species, she retains a mediocre prejudice towards Humans.

Cut-scene: Sirydice hangs from the tree-branch with her hooks, allowing her body to be pulled down by the gravity a bit. She flexes her chest cavity a bit, letting the diaphragm expand and fall in a shallow breath.
'A good thing this forest isn't full of muck,' she thought as she heard a few birds come near.
She spread her vocal cords and relaxed her spine, then let a series of vibrations run through. As the sound pulsed from her body towards the birds, they fell from the sky to the grass before her, unconscious. She let her hooks slip and she landed as soon as she felt another, quite large body of mass, crash into the ground. Looking before her, she saw a stunned Aves Lycanthrope, his sharp eyes showing that he was definitely out-cold.
"Yipe!" She screamed, "I only wanted to get dinner since I ran out of money! I don't want an Eagle guy after me!" After several minutes of fretting on whether she should leave or stay, she finally decided to scrounge up a few berries from the trees for him and run off just as he began to come to.

[Piccylo]

(Futuristic Earth that had been in peace for years after meeting an alien race, then the alien race goes all "We Enslaves u Nao, sins we in ur planet, takin over ur goverrmints," and humans were all, "nu-uh, bitch, we gots the killing better than j00. ur lizard ass gettin fragged all the way to alpha cen-fuckin-tari")


Name; Thyella Cryfos

Appearence; Her hair is dyed teal, and her eyes are grey-blue. She wears a thick, woolen robe that resembles one that a Renaissance monk would wear. Undearneath, she has a black outfit that has much less restriction (if necessary). She has a scar on her right palm from clutching her diamond (which sometimes forces the sharp point to cut into her hand).

Preferred Style; Mage. Primarily ice chakra, she prefers to make her weapons by channelling it through a large diamond (almost a full cubic inch in volume), which is cut in the classic "round brilliant with the pavilian" shape. She has a secondary chakra of wind, and also has a steel tai pan dagger for last resort.

Bio; She had a great facination in history as a child, and as she got older, often watched documentaries with her parents. One of her favorite subcatagories of history was war: the now non-existent phenomena of Man. Her upbringing maintained to be about normal, but as her life came to adulthood, the Aliens brought war back.
She had just come home from her last day of school, the day New York orbital shipyard was destroyed, when her parents had suddenly pushed training onto her. Her mother, as it turned out, was decended from a line of assassins and scouts. Thus, she was trained to kill and encouraged to bring out wind to aid her. However, it was noticed during the training that the wind she moved had a deep, strong chill in it. They decided to bring this up with a mage who knew much about the basics of chakra. He told them that her chakra, though it was like a blizzard, better suited a mage of ice than an assassin of wind, and took it upon himself to train her.

Bit of a cutscene;
The mage Xenos summoned another form of fire on the opposite side of the room. "I want you to fight it."
Thyella was still kneeling on the ground, breathless. "Master Xenos... I'm not quite sure that I can at the moment..."
"Get up and destroy it! You have more in you than that!" He forced her into the path of the blazing creature. She had only begun to stand when it brought a fist towards her, but she managed to summon a staff of ice to block it from reaching her, then proceeded to push it back again with her own assault. The ice from her controlled chakra made it shrink more and more. However, her own energy proved not enough to continue the assault, and her weapon dissipated, allowing the creature to smack her back.
She struggled to put the flames on her robe out before it came to her again. It was about to lunge for her neck, which would certainly be lethal with hands made of flame, but the whole creature suddenly flew apart in small whisps, the heat evaporating in the air. Thyella had forced the tai pan into it and scattered its being with her wind.
The dagger was replaced in her clothing and she faced her teacher with a victorious look.
Xenos kept an acrid semblance, however. He walked up to her and briskly backhanded her. "You fell back into your training again! You can't bring out your potential by running into stupid securities like that!" He went for the door. "I will have dinner prepared. You may rest now."
Thyella held her reddened cheek in her hand, but only nodded to the sorcerer.