Post by Sanus Compleo on Sept 28, 2007 20:00:35 GMT -5
Name: Alexander Celisun
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Race: Human
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 195 lbs
Personality: Alex is a cold individual. He has trouble grasping emotion, and considers no life sacred, or even important for that matter. Not even his own.
Description: Alex has sloppy grey hair, which is very unkept, His eyes are a deep calming emerald green. he has a thin to lean muscle build, and he tries to keep somewhat in shape.
Clothing: Alex always wears a read headband, which unfolded depicts an old forgotten battle, in white outlines. He wears a white long sleaved undershirt, with a brown coat over that, but he wears it open. He also wears green pants.
History: Celisun had been born into pirating. His parents had served on the St. Simon's Revenge. Although they were gone, their circle of friends had become like a family to him. He didn't feel much emotion when the Revenge went down, several cycles ago. He had carried on, where his parents left off. They had been high in the ranks of Kentar's Private Cabinet, and had a great reputation. He started climbing the ladders, very quickly.
Mission after mission, his name got bigger, and he got a bigger following. He had become a very important man. He had also accumulated quite the fortune. It wasn't enough. He needed to feel more connected to his roots. He had already been a great fighter pilot, but he needed something bigger. That was when the Herald was built. It was controlled by the Opus Starship Manufacturing Company. It had been their largest model to date. Although slightly smaller than a heavy destroyer, it was huge for a company who's largest accomplishment was an incredibly speedy corvette.
It was boarded while on it's test run, several fighters had docked, and the 'coup' took less than 2 hours. They didn't put up a fight, because they weren't soldiers, like the ship was intended for. It had been a great victory, Celisun shot the existing crew out of the airlock, and with his small band of personal fighters, piloted it back to Asteriod B21.
He was now renouned as the most dangerous man alive, personally causing the death of 68 highly trained scientists, with no combat experience. He was considered so dangerous because life was not sacred to him, at all. He was cold.
This still had not been enough. It couldn't have been. He needed more. And more is what he seeked out. The Herald had arrived near the core of Odin during a period of Cease Fire, to celebrate the galactic holiday, the day that life was discovered on Zeta Iridian III. Alone, he ventured into the void, toward the remains of the behemoth ship, the St. Simon's Revenge.
He intended on finding his parents' corpses, and sending them into Zeta Iridian, the star. He didn't have enough air to be able to search that long, so he had to be quick. He figured that they would have been in the docking bay, which was mostly intact. They would have suffocated. He searched, trying to distinguish between them, and the other floating bodies. He found one body, that was very interesting. She was curld in a ball, floating against the wall of the docking bay interior. She was floating, but it seemed that her body was stuck there. She was completley naked, black scorch marks all over her body. She was probably in a fire, but she would have been burned, wouldn't she? He reached out his arm, and touched her back with his glove. It would seem that she twitched at the feeling, But that's not possible, there's no air here. he thought. She did twitch, and her head looked up, it was looking straight ahead, and she was sideways from him. She looked to her left, where he was. Celisun was absolutley terrified, but could not take himself to try to pull in the line. He could see a tear forming in one of her eyes. She grabbed for him, and he didn't do anything to prevent this. She embraced, him, and he knew that he needed to pull in the line. They were pulled back to the ship by his lifeline.
Later, he would find out that the girl's name was Faiu, and she was an android, of an extrodinary make. She had no knowledge of the destruction of Odin, or anything before that, although all of her circuits were intact. He replaced the existing AI of the Herald with Faiu. She also didn't have any synthetic tear ducts, which was strange, because he could have sworn that a tear formed in her eye.
RP Sample: I've got to keep running his thoughts screamed, his injuries were severe, they were so many and so far apart, that he couldn't heal them all. "I've gotten you, shape shifter!" snarled the young woman, as she sent another arrow flying his way. He could hear it whistle through the air. "GAH!" the pale man shreiked and collapsed, the arrow had torn into his upper thigh, and ripped the muscles. He could not shift his body around that, to move it from his leg, and the elvish girl new that. He pulled himself into a sitting position. The decorative robes he was wearing from the party earlier were torn and bloody. I only have one chance his mind raced for a way to counter attack or gain the upper hand. He jerked the arrow from his thigh with a deep yell of pain. She was closing in on him now, and would be close soon. Something came to him. Quickly he darted behind a tree, as another arrow was sent toward his previous position. The girl pulled another arrow back in her bow, and approached the tree. With her right hand, she let go of the bow, and grabbed a knife, while with her left, she replaced her bow and the arrow. The leather on her gloves groaned as she tighted her grip on the knife. Rolling around the tree she put the knife through flesh, she could feel it. She turned around with a smirk, which quickly transformed into a face of sheer terror, as she saw what she had just stabbed. The beast was easily seven feet tall, with the head of a serpent, and a large thin body covered in scales, and patches of fur. It's claws were jagged, and had one more finger on the left hand than right, and it's eyes showed nothing but hate. Saliva mixed with deadly venom dripped from an exposed fang. The elf turned and began to run, but the beast using it's powerful tail, whipped around the tree, and wrapped around her leg, tripping her. He pulled her back, and dashed her againsed an old oak. She fell unconcience, and he proceded to peirce her neck with the large fangs. He reverted to his original form, and began limping back to where his car was parked, being careful to avoid being seen. He was naked, and covered in blood, which would kill someones reputation in most cultures.
this is from some crazy rp, were elves are aliens!
Credits: 510
Items:
EB-Blade
Terraive "Fallen Angel" .50ae
Nighthawk 9mm
R3 Combat Knife
Standard Issue Body Armor
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Race: Human
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 195 lbs
Personality: Alex is a cold individual. He has trouble grasping emotion, and considers no life sacred, or even important for that matter. Not even his own.
Description: Alex has sloppy grey hair, which is very unkept, His eyes are a deep calming emerald green. he has a thin to lean muscle build, and he tries to keep somewhat in shape.
Clothing: Alex always wears a read headband, which unfolded depicts an old forgotten battle, in white outlines. He wears a white long sleaved undershirt, with a brown coat over that, but he wears it open. He also wears green pants.
History: Celisun had been born into pirating. His parents had served on the St. Simon's Revenge. Although they were gone, their circle of friends had become like a family to him. He didn't feel much emotion when the Revenge went down, several cycles ago. He had carried on, where his parents left off. They had been high in the ranks of Kentar's Private Cabinet, and had a great reputation. He started climbing the ladders, very quickly.
Mission after mission, his name got bigger, and he got a bigger following. He had become a very important man. He had also accumulated quite the fortune. It wasn't enough. He needed to feel more connected to his roots. He had already been a great fighter pilot, but he needed something bigger. That was when the Herald was built. It was controlled by the Opus Starship Manufacturing Company. It had been their largest model to date. Although slightly smaller than a heavy destroyer, it was huge for a company who's largest accomplishment was an incredibly speedy corvette.
It was boarded while on it's test run, several fighters had docked, and the 'coup' took less than 2 hours. They didn't put up a fight, because they weren't soldiers, like the ship was intended for. It had been a great victory, Celisun shot the existing crew out of the airlock, and with his small band of personal fighters, piloted it back to Asteriod B21.
He was now renouned as the most dangerous man alive, personally causing the death of 68 highly trained scientists, with no combat experience. He was considered so dangerous because life was not sacred to him, at all. He was cold.
This still had not been enough. It couldn't have been. He needed more. And more is what he seeked out. The Herald had arrived near the core of Odin during a period of Cease Fire, to celebrate the galactic holiday, the day that life was discovered on Zeta Iridian III. Alone, he ventured into the void, toward the remains of the behemoth ship, the St. Simon's Revenge.
He intended on finding his parents' corpses, and sending them into Zeta Iridian, the star. He didn't have enough air to be able to search that long, so he had to be quick. He figured that they would have been in the docking bay, which was mostly intact. They would have suffocated. He searched, trying to distinguish between them, and the other floating bodies. He found one body, that was very interesting. She was curld in a ball, floating against the wall of the docking bay interior. She was floating, but it seemed that her body was stuck there. She was completley naked, black scorch marks all over her body. She was probably in a fire, but she would have been burned, wouldn't she? He reached out his arm, and touched her back with his glove. It would seem that she twitched at the feeling, But that's not possible, there's no air here. he thought. She did twitch, and her head looked up, it was looking straight ahead, and she was sideways from him. She looked to her left, where he was. Celisun was absolutley terrified, but could not take himself to try to pull in the line. He could see a tear forming in one of her eyes. She grabbed for him, and he didn't do anything to prevent this. She embraced, him, and he knew that he needed to pull in the line. They were pulled back to the ship by his lifeline.
Later, he would find out that the girl's name was Faiu, and she was an android, of an extrodinary make. She had no knowledge of the destruction of Odin, or anything before that, although all of her circuits were intact. He replaced the existing AI of the Herald with Faiu. She also didn't have any synthetic tear ducts, which was strange, because he could have sworn that a tear formed in her eye.
RP Sample: I've got to keep running his thoughts screamed, his injuries were severe, they were so many and so far apart, that he couldn't heal them all. "I've gotten you, shape shifter!" snarled the young woman, as she sent another arrow flying his way. He could hear it whistle through the air. "GAH!" the pale man shreiked and collapsed, the arrow had torn into his upper thigh, and ripped the muscles. He could not shift his body around that, to move it from his leg, and the elvish girl new that. He pulled himself into a sitting position. The decorative robes he was wearing from the party earlier were torn and bloody. I only have one chance his mind raced for a way to counter attack or gain the upper hand. He jerked the arrow from his thigh with a deep yell of pain. She was closing in on him now, and would be close soon. Something came to him. Quickly he darted behind a tree, as another arrow was sent toward his previous position. The girl pulled another arrow back in her bow, and approached the tree. With her right hand, she let go of the bow, and grabbed a knife, while with her left, she replaced her bow and the arrow. The leather on her gloves groaned as she tighted her grip on the knife. Rolling around the tree she put the knife through flesh, she could feel it. She turned around with a smirk, which quickly transformed into a face of sheer terror, as she saw what she had just stabbed. The beast was easily seven feet tall, with the head of a serpent, and a large thin body covered in scales, and patches of fur. It's claws were jagged, and had one more finger on the left hand than right, and it's eyes showed nothing but hate. Saliva mixed with deadly venom dripped from an exposed fang. The elf turned and began to run, but the beast using it's powerful tail, whipped around the tree, and wrapped around her leg, tripping her. He pulled her back, and dashed her againsed an old oak. She fell unconcience, and he proceded to peirce her neck with the large fangs. He reverted to his original form, and began limping back to where his car was parked, being careful to avoid being seen. He was naked, and covered in blood, which would kill someones reputation in most cultures.
this is from some crazy rp, were elves are aliens!
Credits: 510
Items:
EB-Blade
Terraive "Fallen Angel" .50ae
Nighthawk 9mm
R3 Combat Knife
Standard Issue Body Armor
