Post by angelus on Feb 15, 2011 20:46:45 GMT -5
Name: Angelus Night
Game Age: 355 days old
Mortal Age: 34
Actual Age: 2,470 yrs old.
Rank: 143
Ordo Aevrik: “Order of the Panther” הנופלים -House of the fallen: Samaria
Powers: Human strength x 27
Human speed x 38
Human senses x 22
Powers:
Cloak of Shadows: The ability to remain hidden so long as you do not move.
Empathy: The ability to sense human and vampire emotions and alter them specifically.
Telepathy: The ability to read someones thoughts and communicate with them mentally.
Regeneration: The ability to quickly heal any damage taken to one`s form. This character will almost never bleed out, but can still be killed instantly.
Blind Sight: The ability to see clearly in literal pitch darkness.
Flawless Accuracy: The ability to never miss what one's mind`s-eye aims for, with a physical blow.
Shadow Play: The ability to move and shape the natural shadows around you.
Transmogrification/Shape-shifting: The ability to change yourself into someone or something. Only one form may be taken per instance of this power, thus to take multiple forms, this power must be purchased multiple times.
Shape: Angel wings. Wingspan 12 ft from tip to tip.
Telekinesis: The ability to manipulate and move things with your mind.
Pyrokinesis: The ability to summon or manipulate fire with one's mind and energy.
Electrokinesis: The ability to summon or manipulate electricity with one's mind and energy.
Soul Mask- Disguise your aura to appear differently or not at all.
Glamour- The ability to change ones appearance on a whim.
Appearance: Angelus is 6`4" weight 290 and well muscled. He has long jet black hair with war braids at each temple. His eyes are light blue normally, though when he is vexed or feeding then they turn blood-red. He wears titanium chain mail under his clothes, which consist of leather pants and a long coat with a hood.
His weapons consist of a Katana, that was forged especially for him over a millenia ago. He also carries many variously placed throwing knives and daggers. He also has two fixed spring-loaded blades that attach to his forearms. With a slight flick and twist of his wrists he can bring the blades out and lock them in place.
Nature: Angelus is even-tempered and methodical. He gets angry but doesn`t loose his edge. If you're a friend he would die defending you but do not cross him even once as he will not let it happen again, from that point on, he will be your enemy.
Demeanor: Usually a loner, preferring to stay in the shadows.
History: Angelus was once an angel, he was created to serve and bow to a god. He was cast down for rebellion, because he wouldn’t bow anymore to this god. He fell in love with a mortal woman. He was assigned to her as her guardian. He watched over her from the time she was born, watching her grow and develop into a beautiful woman.
One night she was walking home from a close friends house on a dark and lonely night. He followed her disguised as a stranger from a foreign land. As she rounded a curve just out of sight he heard her scream" Some one help me.... Please!" he cast off his heavy coat and exposing his armor as he ran to her aid. What he saw standing before him was the most hideous creature that hell had created. Drawing his katana he charged the attack.
He fought until he thought he had nothing left inside of him and the creature stood laughing at him. Angelus looked into the young woman named Rachel’s eyes, he saw her fear and knew that should he lose. Horrible things would happen to her because of her special gifts.
Still on his knees, he felt the anger deep inside of him rising up. With one quick motion he growled low and leaped forth catching his adversary of guard his katana sang out as it sliced through muscle, bone and sinew. The hellish creature’s screech was silenced in one quick and deadly strike. He then turned looking at this young woman now she lay still on the ground. Angelus dropped his sword and rushed to her side. Feeling of her lips he felt her breathing. With a sigh of relief he knew she had just fainted.
Gently picking her up, he carried her to his camp just within sight of her parents modest home. He gently laid her on his bed. It was a simple straw bed but it served his purpose, for he didn’t sleep much. He tended to the scratches and cuts on her. Cleaning them with clean cool water. He sat by her until she awoke. As her eyes opened and revealed the beauty contained within his heart was completely hers. And she fell for him her savior, her guardian angel. As feelings between them grew, he knew he was fixing to cross a line that would most certainly cause him to fall from grace.
He was called before his god. His god had sensed his feelings and thoughts towards the young woman. He stood there looking into the face of his god, as he stood there he heard the ongoing condemnations from his peers being cast at him. He stood there head bowed as his god started speaking" I am greatly displeased in the feelings and thoughts that I have seen of yours. I forbid you from going back to her as her guardian." His voice boomed forth. " I have assigned someone else to her....Someone not as weak as you.` He said as he pointed at Angelus.
Once again Angelus felt anger rising up in him. He looked at his god defiantly as he spoke these words. " I have been faithful to you for millennial on end. I have served you and only you." Then while looking at him he pulled the special gemstone from his breast-plate and cast it onto the ground at his gods feet .He said with a deep growl." NO MORE. I am done serving you. you so us no respect, but yet you created us with emotions and a soul....We are not robots we are sentient beings. Cast me from your sight....I do not give a damn anymore." Then his god stood up as he did so everything hushed.using just the energy of his aura he slammed Angelus to the floor. Then with a flick of his wrist he cast him down from the heavens.
As Angelus fell, he finally came to and used his wings to break his free fall. He still landed with a thud. he never found the woman he was cast down for. His memory of her home and everything but her was erased. That was part of his punishment for rebelling as well as him being cursed to become a creature of the night. He lived in the middle east and Greece for many millenia. He had seen many wars both mortal and immortal. He roamed this realm looking for contentment, but never finding it. He blended in with the Greeks and became a Spartan warrior. He of course excelled in battle. He then left Greece and lived in England for a few centuries before he made his way to America in the late 1600`s. He watched the birth of a nation...But he did not concern himself in the wars of men anymore.
He fought for himself and himself only. He was bitter inside and remained so. He then heard of a place called Dead City,so he decided to check it out.
Game Age: 355 days old
Mortal Age: 34
Actual Age: 2,470 yrs old.
Rank: 143
Ordo Aevrik: “Order of the Panther” הנופלים -House of the fallen: Samaria
Powers: Human strength x 27
Human speed x 38
Human senses x 22
Powers:
Cloak of Shadows: The ability to remain hidden so long as you do not move.
Empathy: The ability to sense human and vampire emotions and alter them specifically.
Telepathy: The ability to read someones thoughts and communicate with them mentally.
Regeneration: The ability to quickly heal any damage taken to one`s form. This character will almost never bleed out, but can still be killed instantly.
Blind Sight: The ability to see clearly in literal pitch darkness.
Flawless Accuracy: The ability to never miss what one's mind`s-eye aims for, with a physical blow.
Shadow Play: The ability to move and shape the natural shadows around you.
Transmogrification/Shape-shifting: The ability to change yourself into someone or something. Only one form may be taken per instance of this power, thus to take multiple forms, this power must be purchased multiple times.
Shape: Angel wings. Wingspan 12 ft from tip to tip.
Telekinesis: The ability to manipulate and move things with your mind.
Pyrokinesis: The ability to summon or manipulate fire with one's mind and energy.
Electrokinesis: The ability to summon or manipulate electricity with one's mind and energy.
Soul Mask- Disguise your aura to appear differently or not at all.
Glamour- The ability to change ones appearance on a whim.
Appearance: Angelus is 6`4" weight 290 and well muscled. He has long jet black hair with war braids at each temple. His eyes are light blue normally, though when he is vexed or feeding then they turn blood-red. He wears titanium chain mail under his clothes, which consist of leather pants and a long coat with a hood.
His weapons consist of a Katana, that was forged especially for him over a millenia ago. He also carries many variously placed throwing knives and daggers. He also has two fixed spring-loaded blades that attach to his forearms. With a slight flick and twist of his wrists he can bring the blades out and lock them in place.
Nature: Angelus is even-tempered and methodical. He gets angry but doesn`t loose his edge. If you're a friend he would die defending you but do not cross him even once as he will not let it happen again, from that point on, he will be your enemy.
Demeanor: Usually a loner, preferring to stay in the shadows.
History: Angelus was once an angel, he was created to serve and bow to a god. He was cast down for rebellion, because he wouldn’t bow anymore to this god. He fell in love with a mortal woman. He was assigned to her as her guardian. He watched over her from the time she was born, watching her grow and develop into a beautiful woman.
One night she was walking home from a close friends house on a dark and lonely night. He followed her disguised as a stranger from a foreign land. As she rounded a curve just out of sight he heard her scream" Some one help me.... Please!" he cast off his heavy coat and exposing his armor as he ran to her aid. What he saw standing before him was the most hideous creature that hell had created. Drawing his katana he charged the attack.
He fought until he thought he had nothing left inside of him and the creature stood laughing at him. Angelus looked into the young woman named Rachel’s eyes, he saw her fear and knew that should he lose. Horrible things would happen to her because of her special gifts.
Still on his knees, he felt the anger deep inside of him rising up. With one quick motion he growled low and leaped forth catching his adversary of guard his katana sang out as it sliced through muscle, bone and sinew. The hellish creature’s screech was silenced in one quick and deadly strike. He then turned looking at this young woman now she lay still on the ground. Angelus dropped his sword and rushed to her side. Feeling of her lips he felt her breathing. With a sigh of relief he knew she had just fainted.
Gently picking her up, he carried her to his camp just within sight of her parents modest home. He gently laid her on his bed. It was a simple straw bed but it served his purpose, for he didn’t sleep much. He tended to the scratches and cuts on her. Cleaning them with clean cool water. He sat by her until she awoke. As her eyes opened and revealed the beauty contained within his heart was completely hers. And she fell for him her savior, her guardian angel. As feelings between them grew, he knew he was fixing to cross a line that would most certainly cause him to fall from grace.
He was called before his god. His god had sensed his feelings and thoughts towards the young woman. He stood there looking into the face of his god, as he stood there he heard the ongoing condemnations from his peers being cast at him. He stood there head bowed as his god started speaking" I am greatly displeased in the feelings and thoughts that I have seen of yours. I forbid you from going back to her as her guardian." His voice boomed forth. " I have assigned someone else to her....Someone not as weak as you.` He said as he pointed at Angelus.
Once again Angelus felt anger rising up in him. He looked at his god defiantly as he spoke these words. " I have been faithful to you for millennial on end. I have served you and only you." Then while looking at him he pulled the special gemstone from his breast-plate and cast it onto the ground at his gods feet .He said with a deep growl." NO MORE. I am done serving you. you so us no respect, but yet you created us with emotions and a soul....We are not robots we are sentient beings. Cast me from your sight....I do not give a damn anymore." Then his god stood up as he did so everything hushed.using just the energy of his aura he slammed Angelus to the floor. Then with a flick of his wrist he cast him down from the heavens.
As Angelus fell, he finally came to and used his wings to break his free fall. He still landed with a thud. he never found the woman he was cast down for. His memory of her home and everything but her was erased. That was part of his punishment for rebelling as well as him being cursed to become a creature of the night. He lived in the middle east and Greece for many millenia. He had seen many wars both mortal and immortal. He roamed this realm looking for contentment, but never finding it. He blended in with the Greeks and became a Spartan warrior. He of course excelled in battle. He then left Greece and lived in England for a few centuries before he made his way to America in the late 1600`s. He watched the birth of a nation...But he did not concern himself in the wars of men anymore.
He fought for himself and himself only. He was bitter inside and remained so. He then heard of a place called Dead City,so he decided to check it out.