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Post by Pat on May 3, 2009 4:28:04 GMT 12
Name: Jacob Atrumunus (Latin for "Dark one". I put the two words together.)) Age: 19 Gender: Male Alignment: Neutral
Race: Vampire
Gifts: Dark Gift and what he likes to call, "Hands of Shadow." Hands of Shadow allows him to manipulate shadows and darkness, but only for concealment. He is trying to figure out a way to use it to made balls of shadow that he can hurt someone with, but whenever he tries it, it either blinds or stuns them temporarily.
Appearance: Jacob has longish, very dark brown hair. It is naturally straight, but curls slightly to the left at the ends. He has dark blue eyes that seem to swirl around, over and over again. His entire body is covered in a thin muscular layer. As just about every vampire has, his skin is very pale. He always wears a small, steel mask that covers from slightly under his chin to the very bottom of his nose. It has three small slits in it so he can breath, not that he needs to. Jacob usually wears dark clothing. He tries to keep it simple, but stylish. Jacob wears a black shirt that says "Linkin Park" on the front in giant, white block letters. For pants, he wears black jeans. And for shoes, he wears soft, comfortable leather boots. They hardly make a sound when he walks or runs in them, even on marble floor. Jacob also wears a studded, black belt. See other for weapons and such.
Personality: Jacob is a calm, quiet kid. He thinks things through before he says them, and is mostly modest. He is patient, but when you make him mad... Run. He might hurt you (probably only humans, as most vampires could probably snap him like a twig), but most of the time he just breaks things around him, not people. He tries to keep a diplomatic view on everything, but if someone is being unreasonable, he fantasizes about giving them a good, solid punch to the jaw. Sometimes, he actually does.
Weaknesses: Jacob absoloutly hates loud noises, so when he's at a party or something, he sometimes goes into a rage. He is also affected by many people in one room, even if they are all silent, because he can hear all their thoughts at the same time. He is working on focusing on one thought at a time, and blocking out thoughts, but he's not quite there yet.
Short History: Jacob was driving one day when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. It looked like someone watching him. He turned to look, but it was gone. After staring for a few seconds to make sure it was definitely gone, he turned back around to face the road. Then the other car slammed into him at sixty miles an hour. After surgery, Jacob turned out to be fine. He had a few broken bones, but they would heal in time. It was raining, and again, he thought he saw someone watching him out the windows. But, again, it turned out to be nothing. About a month later, after a few more times of these strange appearances, he was walking home from work one day when he saw it again. He turned to look, and there he was. A small old man, leaning on a heavy, wooden cane. The man grinned, and then attacked. He was the one who turned Jacob.
Other: Jacob carries only four weapons (which is alot less than he usually does). He carries a small, double sided knife that is perfectly balanced for throwing, as well as a dual set of wakizashis. His fourth and final weapon is a small, six-shot revolver. The knife is belted at his waist, on the left side. It has a faint blue tinge to it, and the hilt is brass. His wakizashis are crossed on his back, but within easy reaching distance.The hilts are wrapped in black leather to keep his hands from slipping. The blades are made of a solid steel. His revolver is in a small, black holster at his waist. It is easy to get too, and it always looks as if it has just been cleaned and polished. The bullets are standard.
Jacob thinks of himself as an enemy to the human race, and tries to clear that thought away, but he struggles with it. Sometimes he goes on hunting sprees through towns, and other times he forces himself away from all humans to keep from killing them. His control is better, though, then when he was first changed.
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Post by Pat on May 3, 2009 9:29:50 GMT 12
Name: Jacob Holding Age: 17 Race: Demon/Angel. He is basically a demon who looks like a normal human, except with giant, dark wings sticking out of his back. See appearance. Gender: Male Grade: 10th Appearance: media.photobucket.com/image/guy%2....h/AnimeGuy1.jpgSomething like that. He has dark brown hair, with random streaks of blonde, black, and maroon. His eyes are a dark hazel with many specks of gray throughout them. He usually wears an open, long sleeve, button-up white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, overtop of a thin, somewhat loose black t-shirt with a dark blue eagle outline on the front. He also wears baggy blue jeans, along with soft, comfortable dark brown boots. He has a bit of dark stubble on his chin. He also wears a black, studded belt. Jacob stands at around 6’1 and weighs about 173 pounds, but a lot of that is muscle. No matter where he goes, he always has a small silver locket around his neck. It is in the shape of a bird. Jacob always wears a metal cross around his neck, on a silver chain. He also usually wears black Aviator sunglasses to cover his eyes. There are large slits in the back of all his clothes for his wings, but he usually keeps them tucked under his clothing, unless he’s on a mission. He has a wingspan of six feet so far, but they’re still growing. They are a dark, midnight blue, with random black and white flowers throughout. Personality: Jacob can be quiet and withdrawn at times, loud and angry at times, and friendly and kind at other times. He is usually patient, but if you make him lose his temper… Run. He gets furious, and, without even realizing it, starts launching stuff around the room. Usually his powers are in check, however, but he needs a clear head for that to work. He is very loving, and if you earn his trust, he is undyingly loyal. Powers: Jacob has this weird vision where when he gets furious or terrified, he can see someone’s pressure points. When someone bleeds, he can compress it, and force the blood to backup, but it will kill him. He has only ever tried it once, and he almost died before he stopped. It was like a vampire trying to stop from drinking all of someone’s blood. It was very hard, but his will is strong, and he did it. He doesn’t know if he would be able to do it again, though, and doesn’t want to try. He also has slightly enhanced strength and speed. A, say, thirty year old of his kind at the peak of their health could probably kill a professional boxer, and outrun a professional runner, but since he is still young, his powers are weaker than others. He could probably outrun the fastest runner in a high school, and maybe break a 14-year-old’s bone with one punch, but nothing more than that. His sight is extreme, so he has the vision of a hawk, and so is his hearing. He can hear within a mile’s radius, but it is hard to separate one sound from another. These powers come with the wings. His night-vision is slightly better at night, because his eyes adjust quicker, but other than that, his night vision isn’t all that good. He has experience from running through the night many times when he was younger, though, and is very good at hiding and not being noticed. I know that it’s a lot. Please tell me what I can and cannot have. Weapons: Jacob doesn’t really carry any weapons, besides a small, six-shot revolver and a short, curved sword. It is light and easy to use, but Jacob was trained with it when he was younger. His mother was a demon, and his father an angel, though they never told him until now. They had been training him for this since he was born, but he lacks the experience of a real fight with his powers. He never had them until now, but he wishes he had them back in 4th grade when Ricky Robinson punched him in the nose, and then Jacob beat his guts out. XD Short History: Jacob grew up in a nice home, with his beautiful mother, and strange, dark father. His father sometimes went away for a few days, but Jacob figured it was just so he could cool down, because he was so angry all the time. When he came back he always seemed happier and calmer. Then his parents told Jacob what he really was, and what they really were. They told him all about his family history, and how they met, after almost murdering each other. He doesn’t really like to retell the story, but will open up if he really trusts you. Dorm Room: 4 Car: 2010 Mustang Pet(s): Jacob has a pet falcon he takes everywhere with him, named Fly. Affiliation: Neutral Classes: Latin History Weapons 101 Tae Kwon Doe PE Drivers ED Advanced Driving Missions 101 Other: Hi, Erika. =P. Almost 5000 charries.
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Post by Pat on May 29, 2009 12:27:52 GMT 12
Bio Format
Name: Jacob Holding (Prefers Jacob to Jake) Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Anhu (Angel-like human, somewhat like an Avansie except without the talons and scaled skin. They are human except for a large pair of wings on their back. They are designed so that their back has shallow indents for them to fold their wings in. The wings are usually white, but sometimes there are other colors.)
Appearance: Jacob has dark, relatively straight hair that falls over his left eye. His bangs go down a little past his nose, but he keeps them slightly angled so they are just positioned over one eye. His eyes are a dark hazel, brown most of the time, but sometimes change to a cat-like yellow whenever he is upset or has an emotional overload. Jacob is tall and lean, with a thin layer of muscle covering his entire body. His face is handsome, with chiseled features and a thin layer of dark brown stubble on his chin. His standard clothing is a dark, long sleeved shirt made of roughly woven wool. Over that he wears a dark green vest of hardened leather, as well as black, wool pants and dark brown boots. Other than that, he wears black, fingerless, leather gloves and a steel ring around his upper bicep. No one knows why he wears the ring. His final accessory is a leather knife case around his ankle, on the outside of his pants. Jacob also has large, almost black wings that he usually keeps folded into his back. He has slits in the back of his shirt and vest for them, and he has a wingspan of fourteen feet. Jacob wears a metal mask that covers the lower half of his face with three long, thin slits in the front so he can breathe.
Personality: Jacob is quiet, keeping to himself most of the time. He isn’t antisocial, just not all that friendly if you don’t know him. People he has known all his life (most are dead) who play the game say he wasn’t always like this, it only started about a year or two ago. Most have their throats slit before they can tell you more. Jacob is a known assassin and contract killer in the game.
Familiar type*: None. Familiar name*: Nope.
Other: Meh.
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Post by Pat on May 30, 2009 9:08:30 GMT 12
The boy, maybe 17 or 18, walked silently down the street. Somewhere a clock chimed twelve times, indicating it was midnight. The boy was walking through side streets, trying not to be noticed by humans. If he were close enough, he might kill them. The scent was too hard to ignore. Almost impossible. He wore his hair close cropped, spiked slightly in the front. The tips were dyed blood red, while the rest of his hair was black. Even though it was night time, he wore tinted Aviator sunglasses with black rims. He was clean shaven, and his face seemed to be carved out of stone. He moved with a strange grace, but not a muscle on his face moved. It was as if he were sleep walking. He wore an open, black jacket, black jeans, and a Linkin Park t-shirt, also black. He wore large combat boots that were a dull brown, and a fingerless black glove on his left hand. A silver cross dangled from a chain around his neck. His hands were jammed into the pockets of his jacket. He wore a studded belt, and a small, thin chain was attached to one of his belt loops. It was roughly five feet long, if estimated. It was wound tightly in a few loops. Maybe it was an accessory, or maybe it was a weapon. His skin was pale, even though you could only occasionally see it under one of the streetlights. They were dim, casting a strange, yellowish light down upon him. He was tall and thin, maybe around six feet. His entire body was covered in a layer of muscle, but it was a thin layer, so he didn’t look like a body builder. If one word were to be used to describe him, it would be… Perfect. Or maybe vampire. Jacob Copper glanced up, a muscle in his cheek twitching. His hazel eyes shone with excitement in the light, and he began walking more quickly. He had picked up a scent. The scent of a scumbag, and exposed blood. He seemed to almost disappear for a moment, then reappear outside of an alleyway a block away. Of course, he didn’t really just appear there. His speed was undetectable to the human eye. There were two large men in leather jackets, sweatpants, and boots, beating the crap out of a teenager. He looked strong, but not strong enough to take on two grown men. There were the scumbags, and the boy was bleeding from the corner of his mouth. Jacob sucked in a breath before gliding into the alleyway. The chain was in his hands, and he swung it round and round, slowly. It made a faint whistling sound as he approached the two men. They looked up, and the boy slammed his palm into one’s nose and his knee in the other’s groin, at the same time. He quickly ran away, and the men turned to let out a string of curses after him before turning back to Jacob. Bloody Nose grinned. “Leave him, Bob. We got a fresh one here.” The other one turned around, grinning also as he caught sight of Jacob. Jacob smiled back at them, still approaching. Their confidence faltered for a second, but then returned. Suddenly, they made their move. And Jacob made his. As they charged him from either side, he rushed forward, whipping the chain out to either side with his inhuman speed. It smashed into both men’s faces. ‘Bob’ went down, but Bloody Nose stayed standing. He grunted, then pulled out a gun. “Forget this.” He whispered, raising it and firing once, twice, three times. Jacob was behind him, suddenly, the chain around his neck, his eyes bulging as he dropped the gun. His face turned purple and he clawed at his neck desperately. “We got a fresh one here.” Jacob murmured, chuckling. He let the man fall forward, pulling the chain over his head. He attached it to his belt again. Bloody Nose didn’t move, and neither did Bob. Jacob knelt on Bloody Nose’s back, sinking his teeth into his neck. After a few minutes, and a very gory feast, he turned to Bob, who had sat up and was frozen in fear. Still crouching, Jacob approached him. There was a scream, and then it was suddenly cut off. A few minutes later, Jacob appeared at the alleyway entrance, wiping his mouth. Then he stuck his hands into his pockets, resuming his stroll down the street.
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Post by Pat on Jun 2, 2009 8:21:42 GMT 12
Name: Jacob Holding Age: Immortal, appears 17 or 18. Gender: Male Power: God of Pain Picture of Appearance: Except without the butterfly, and dark brown hair. His skin is pale, and his lips are a blood red. He has a scar going diagnolly down his back, from his right shoulder to the left side of his waist. He is tall and lean, roughly six feet, but is layered in muscle. It's not noticeable if he has a shirt on. He also has a nasty, pink scar running from his left eye to the bottom of his chin. He has a physical presence of pain and death about him that's noticeable even to mortals. When you're in a small room, he's not the one you want to be close too. When he is out of company of mortals, he wears a steel mask wrapped with black leather that has three long slits down the front for him to breathe through. He usually wears black clothes and a steel chain for a belt, as well as a black sweat jacket. There is a Desert Eagle clearly visible at his waist, as well as a large combat knife. He also wears black, fingerless leather gloves. Jacob also wears a black dog collar with spikes around his neck. His jacket has small spikes on the shoulders, three on each side. All-in-all, he's the reason mothers and fathers worry about their sons and daughters.
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Post by Pat on Jun 12, 2009 6:28:50 GMT 12
Name: Elijah Samms.
Age(Myuils age like people): 30
Gender: Male
Appearance: Elijah had shoulder length, black hair. He has some black stubble on his chin, and his bangs hang down to his nose. His skin is pale, with many scars and bruises. He is strong, with a slight layer of muscle, but also quick and agile. He has a naturally thin body. His eyes are a dark blue. He could be described as handsome, in a sinister sort of way. His usual choice of clothing is a black, long-sleeved tunic and pants, as well as a silky, black hooded cloak. He wears a black sash around his waist as a belt, with his sword and dagger hanging from it on one side, and his quiver of arrows on the other. He also wears soft leather boots.
Weapons: His usual choice of weaponry is a thin bladed sword, with a bronze hilt wrapped in black leather to keep his hand from slipping. He also carries a small, double-sided dagger that he keeps in a sheath behind his sword. His third choice is a small, compound bow made of oak wood. It is strong and weather resistant, with strange carvings that no one has yet been able to translate. His arrows are made of oak wood as well, with swan feathers and a black stripe right below the arrowhead. They have a silver line down the middle.
Affiliation: Evil, suckers!
History: He met Ajark when he turned twenty and started out as a punisher and generally advanced up the ranks until he became the king's royal adviser and head guard. Amen.
Other: Ajark's advisor and/or head guard?
Blood Sunset
Sorry it's so short, I'm tired and I think my brain just fell onto the floor.
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Post by Pat on Jun 12, 2009 6:30:00 GMT 12
Elijah Jenkins approached the registration stand, his mouth set in a firm line. His dark hair was angled so it hung over his left eye, which was hazel. His other eye was shut tightly, as if it had been burned closed, but there were no marks or stiches or burns. His features could be described as handsome, but frightening.
He wore a mask that covered the lower half of his face, up to right under his nose. It was metal, wrapped in black leather, with three slits down the front for ventilation. It was smooth as steel could be, with no nicks or dents.
He wore a black, long sleeved shirt with no collar, as well as black jeans and a leather jacket with three studs on each shoulder. Hanging from his belt were two sheaths, both plain black. There was also a quiver full of two dozen arrows on the other side of his belt.
His first weapon was a thin bladed sword, with a bronze hilt wrapped in black leather. It looked fragile, but was actually relatively strong. His second weapon was a small, double-sided dagger.
His third and final weapon was a bow, made of mahognany. It had strange ingravings on it that no one could make out. It was a compound bow. The arrows were made of the same wood, with two silver stripes on either side, from the arrowhead to the swan feathers at the other end.
He approached the stand with an unconcious grace. His body was naturally thin and muscular, and he tapped the desk twice to get the registrator's attention. "Silver Knife." He whispered, just loud enough for the man to hear. Then he turned and walked away, headed to his quarters before the tournament to wash up.
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Post by Pat on Jun 12, 2009 6:42:24 GMT 12
Name: Jacob Holding. Age: 19 Gender: Male
Power: Jacob can open portals.
Appearance: Longish, dark hair that is angled so it falls over his left eye. Eyes are hazel. Tan, rather muscular body. Thin and agile. Usually seems like his mind is far away. Was tortured when he was younger. Has many scars and bruises to prove it. At the moment, wearing a leather jacket, black jeans, and an As I Lay Dying shirt. Has a Glock 17 tucked into the small of his back. Is wearing a chain for a belt. Features are usually described as handsome and frightening. He has a hard, steely look in his eye. Clothing will change.
He has roughly $60 from the thugs, keep in a brown leather wallet in an inside pocket of the jacket.
Weapons: A Glock 17 at the moment.
History: Was tortured to within an inch of his life many times before by scientists. Has had a hard past, and probably would have died if he hadn't practiced wth his powers constantly. It never occured to him that they had watched him practicing in his room with hidden cameras. He'd rather not think about those things. He's tried to forget about those things... Alot.
Other: Sorry about the sentence fragments. I don't think I could bring myself to write a full bio.
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Post by Pat on Jun 15, 2009 3:23:27 GMT 12
Name: Elijah Samms Age: 18 Gender: Male
Appearance: Short, close-cropped black hair. White strands throughout. Usually spiked slightly throughout. Very pale, no matter how much time he spends in the sun. He never burns, however. Tall, about 6 foot. Lean and muscular. Has dark blue eyes that seem to have layers, so you can never truly see what is under them. Can be described as frightening, or handsome. Has a scar going from the bottom of his left eye to his chin. He wears a steel mask that covers the lower half of his face, with three slits for ventilation and communication. A thin black tube runs from the back of the mask down under his jacket where a small respirator sits.
Personality: It’s hard to capture in one paragraph, or even a few. Looks like you’re just gonna have to read my posts. ^^
Weapons: Elijah carries two guns, one a Thompson SMG that seems to never leave his hands and the other a 950BS Jetfire. He mainly uses the SMG, but with ammo being so low these days, he tends to have to fight with the Jetfire or his axe. He also carries a small axe that he has in a makeshift sheath on his back.
Clothing/Armour: Elijah usually wears a black, short-sleeved shirt that says “US Army” On the front in white letters. It has quite a few rips in it from fighting, as well as white spots placed at strategic positions for camouflage. Over that he wears a thick black jacket, thick enough to keep the cold out but still be able to maneuver in. He wears thick, wool pants that are also black, as well as a belt in case he needs it. He has two thick steel pads that run from his wrists to his elbows on either arm, only on the backs.
Short history: Elijah was in the police academy when the virus broke out. His father was killed during the initial outbreak, having been stationed in the town where it began. Elijah’s lungs were damaged in a brawl with three zombies, where he was finally saved when two men with guns shot the zombies down. One of the men was killed, and the other was injured, but medics managed to get to Elijah and that man. The second man died as well, but Elijah lived, at a steep price. He was taught basic first aid, always being a fast learner. He doesn’t know where his loyalties lay at the moment, but commits himself to protecting anyone he finds, like the two men that saved him.
Other: Sorry it’s short, I kept getting distracted.
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Post by Pat on Jun 17, 2009 7:03:39 GMT 12
A black ’09 Avalanche pulled up outside the main dorms. A tall boy, around 6’0, got out. He was sometimes referred to as ‘Flight’, but most of the time he was called by his real name. Elijah Samms. He prefers Elijah over Eli. He has never told anyone why, and no one has ever asked… Yet. He has never said a word about his past to anyone before, besides his closest friends. His long, black hair matched his stunning dark blue eyes perfectly. They seemed to be layered, so you could never quite see what was under them. His hair was angled slightly so it fell over his left eye, covered part of a thin, white scar that ran from the bottom of his eye to his chin. His features were relatively handsome, but also somewhat frightening. He had a strong, lean body. From what could be seen of his arms, he was layered in muscle, but it was hidden well under his clothing. Elijah wore a shirt with alternating black, navy blue, and white spots that were good at making him fade in with the background. He also wore tight, very dark blue jeans that seemed almost black. He wore a tight silver bracelet on each wrist, about an inch wide and half as thick. Covering his feet were small, leather boots that didn’t make a sound as he walked around to the back of his car. He lifted off the three panels covering the bed of his truck, revealing a single duffelbag. It was navy blue, and he picked it up and slung it over his shoulder as if it weighed nothing at all. He quickly replaced the panels on his truck before turning and walking to the reception building. He walked right up to the desk, barely making a sound. “Elijah Samms. Flight. Wings. Air control. 19 years, Freshman year. Weakness is diamond. Takes away powers if within thirty meters, and damages powers if worn as jewelry.” He said quietly, pushing a card across the desk to an elderly woman. She examined it quickly, then pushed it back to him, nodding. “Alright, deary, just a moment.” She said in a motherly voice. Elijah nodded, waiting. Finally the woman nodded after typing something into her computer, then turned back to Jacob. “Welcome to the Superhero University.” He turned and walked away, leaving the card. On it was a picture of him on top of a building, crouched, with two large, midnight blue wings coming out of his back. His shirt had two slits in it for just the same thing.
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