Post by Rider on Jan 11, 2009 22:44:35 GMT
Name: Rider
Age: Somewhere around 6000
Height: 6'9
Build: Tall and yet all in proportion. Not lanky, and not chubby, but... right.
Powers:
The Rider: Contains within his form a Ghost Rider, demon Bounty Hunter of Satan.
While in the Ghost Rider form, all weapons held by him become extremely potent against demons and enchanted with Hellfire. His bike also morphs into a flaming skeleton horse.
Due to his connection with Hellfire Rider can draw flames into his body, neutralising them. He can also project hellfire along the ground and control its path, though he must have one hand in contact with the ground or the flames will extinguish.
Looks:
Fleshy Rider - Handsome yet rugged, warm yet dark.
Not so fleshy Rider - Flaming and skeleton-y
History: He was once a Herald, one of Gods messengers. But, in order to gain vengeance for a fallen angel, he disobeyed his lord and was banished - destined to become not a Dark Angel, not a fallen angel, but something in between. At heart he is still an angel, still trying to help out, but he is an outcast. Humans are afraid of him, most Angels despise him, as do Dark Angels. He is all in all a likable guy, though his past before he became an angel is a deep secret, as is why he was cast down.
He has also recently found love, in the form of Anne Thompson, and his daughter, Kelly.
Race: Angel
Friends: thats what he has come to the city to find
Weapons: Two revolvers and an 1852 lever action shotgun.
Name: Wolf
Age: 200
Height: 9'8, but walks with a hunch
Build: Hugely muscled and generally hench.
Power: Berserk: When Wolf goes Berserk, nothing can stand in his way. The red mist descends, and he no longer feels pain, and moves quicker too.
He has very few other "powers" but is superhumanly strong and can jump immense distances with his powerful legs. He can also run quickly on all fours when the situation calls for it.
Looks: His fur is an off-white which he keeps well groomed. Running down one side of his snout is a large pink scar, and beneath his coat other scars nestle.
History: When he was but a cub, the rest of his pack was slaughtered by a human cult and only he survived. Swearing vengeance, every full moon the cult was terrorised by a shape in the night that dragged off the other members. One night, when there was only the cult leader left, Wolf pounced out of the shadows, howling for revenge and baying for the leaders blood. Too late did he realise the leader was a Witch, and her dying last words cursed him to forever be in Werewolf form, never again to turn into a human again.
Race: Werewolf
Friends: Rider, Lyall
Weapons: Claws, Teeth.
Name: Known only as The Masque of the Red Death (The Masque)
Age: Unknown
Height: 6’7
Build: Lithe… though mainly under a cloak so unseen
Powers:
1. Hooks in You - Can control, to some extent, the weapons of death
like swords, bullets etc.
2. Wrathchild - Can channel the destruction happening all around him into one or more targets, causing them great pain. However, this means that it has to be channeled through him, so he is also affected.
3. Man of Sorrows - Using the amount of death and pain he has seen he can replicate a host of dying men's screams. Basically a stun power with added terror effects.
4. Fear Of The Dark - The Masque exudes an aura of darkness and shadow, causing all people to quake at his presence.
5. Wasted Years - Projects an image into a persons mind of one possible way they could die, again causing fear and paranoia.
6. Ghost of the Navigator - The Masque is a being of the realm of shadow and as such does not have a substantial "body". However he is photosensitive and can be disabled with blasts of intense light.
7. The Magician - Can cause living things to mutate into horrible parodies of their race, usually for his own amusement. However, all supernatural races and most humans are immune to this power. He can still mutate trees and stuff though. These mutations are still normally under his power.
8. Prowler - Can become one with shadows and darkness with either the whole (or a part of) his body. The shadows he is part of are immune to any kind of manipulation (Such as shadow-walking, users of the warren Rashan etc.) If the shadow is reduced because of natural sunlight, The Masque becomes weakened and will most likely flee.
9. Darkside of Aquarius: The Masque can draw the clouds in overhead, dousing all in shadow and making himself stronger.
10. The Evil That Men Do: The Masque hears all lies told by mankind. This gives him a limited mind reading ability, as well as being able to tell when someone is lying. It has also rendered him completely and utterly insane.
Bloodline: Von Drake.
Looks: Masked and cloaked in black. The mask is plain - it is a dirty-white colour and not even eye-holes adorn its surface.
History: Not much is known about The Masque – only that he has horrific burns on his flesh, and even that is rarely seen. He chooses to clothe himself entirely in black; none of his skin is seen. What at first could be seen as intricate patterns could also be seen as flesh still burning and bubbling, to flesh completely smothered with sword cuts and axe blows. Moreover, the scars themselves seem to morph and twist with a life of their own. It fills any and all watching with nausea and revulsion, no matter what they have experienced in their past. It is understood he underwent experimentation and was involved in a horrible accident when he was younger, though that is all.
Race: Possibly Human. Some say he is an angel, others say a vampire. He could be a Satanist, or a Death cultist, or a Christian. Nobody truly knows. Well, I’ll let you in on a secret. He’s a Ancient.
Friends: We shall see.
Weapons: None. Only his words – these are more powerful than any weapon.
Name: Staff Sergeant Alan Sieks
Age: 30
Height: 6'1
Build: Powerful, but not huge
Power: Bugger all. Other than his extremely good accuracy and acute paranoia... And 10 years service to the Royal Marine Commando Corps...
Looks: Rough and tough, with a few days overgrowth of stubble on his chin.
History: Upon joining the RMC when he was 18, after the six months training he was shipped out to Iraq in the utmost secrecy long before the start of the war. Because of his skill and leadership, within a year he had risen to the rank of Staff Sergeant in his squad. Two years later, the shocking events of 9/11 brought the Coalition forces into Afghanistan, and his unit ceased being "Shadows in the Night" destroying fuel dumps and WOMD, emerging from hiding and becoming the "Posterboys" of the campaign. Early December 2007 he was honorably discharged from the RMC due to his age and paranoia, coming home to what he hoped would be a hero's welcome.
Or not.
His family and friends had been slaughtered by the Order Mortis (satanists) in one night of bloody violence. Donning his uniform, he swore vengeance against the Order Mortis, seeking out any that he could sell himself to to get close to the Order Mortis. Grabbing new versions of his old weapons from their armoury, he stalks the world still, looking for those who killed his family.
Race: Human
Friends: Bugger all
Weapons:
L85A2 Assault Rife (SA80 for all you non-gun buffs out there)
Commando Knife
Desert Eagle pistol
Name: Salvatore "Don" Riina
Age: 178
Height: 5'10
Build: Stocky and powerful, but short.
Powers:
Everybody Has Their Price: Employing almost hypnotic powers, the Don can swindle people out of a deal and haggle amazingly well. He is also incredibly convincing when he wants to be.
Don of Dons: The Don knows all and sees all through his network of spies and "Associates". He has also had virtually every person in a commanding position throughout Blood City in his employ... The only exceptions being those who run and are part of the City Guard.
Looks:
History: Born in the 1830's in Italy, Riina co-founded the first of the Sicilian Mafia. Rising quickly to the position of "Don", Riina held that position until the early 1900's, being known affectionately as "Vecchio" (old man). He emigrated to America where he was turned to the vampire he is today. Cracking a safe, he was smashed aside as the door was blasted off its hinges from within. An angered Vampire leapt upon him and sunk its fangs into his aging neck before being riddled with bullets from the other members of the gang.
Before their despairing eyes, a miraculous thing happened. Their Don quickly regained his composure and stood up, his wrinkled skin tautening and youthful vigor replacing the feelings of age and fragility in his body. But their wonderment was turned to stark horror as he fell upon them and gorged on their blood. Now rather stocky and sated, he was chased from America and sought refuge in Blood City, recently inheriting the Blood City Mafia.
Race: Vampire
Friends: Anyone who accepts his money
Weapons: 1928 - model M1A1 Thompson "Chicago Typewriter"
Various pistols about his person
Trivia -
Short. Very short.
Loves cuban cigars
Master safecracker
Age: Somewhere around 6000
Height: 6'9
Build: Tall and yet all in proportion. Not lanky, and not chubby, but... right.
Powers:
The Rider: Contains within his form a Ghost Rider, demon Bounty Hunter of Satan.
While in the Ghost Rider form, all weapons held by him become extremely potent against demons and enchanted with Hellfire. His bike also morphs into a flaming skeleton horse.
Due to his connection with Hellfire Rider can draw flames into his body, neutralising them. He can also project hellfire along the ground and control its path, though he must have one hand in contact with the ground or the flames will extinguish.
Looks:
Fleshy Rider - Handsome yet rugged, warm yet dark.
Not so fleshy Rider - Flaming and skeleton-y
History: He was once a Herald, one of Gods messengers. But, in order to gain vengeance for a fallen angel, he disobeyed his lord and was banished - destined to become not a Dark Angel, not a fallen angel, but something in between. At heart he is still an angel, still trying to help out, but he is an outcast. Humans are afraid of him, most Angels despise him, as do Dark Angels. He is all in all a likable guy, though his past before he became an angel is a deep secret, as is why he was cast down.
He has also recently found love, in the form of Anne Thompson, and his daughter, Kelly.
Race: Angel
Friends: thats what he has come to the city to find
Weapons: Two revolvers and an 1852 lever action shotgun.
Name: Wolf
Age: 200
Height: 9'8, but walks with a hunch
Build: Hugely muscled and generally hench.
Power: Berserk: When Wolf goes Berserk, nothing can stand in his way. The red mist descends, and he no longer feels pain, and moves quicker too.
He has very few other "powers" but is superhumanly strong and can jump immense distances with his powerful legs. He can also run quickly on all fours when the situation calls for it.
Looks: His fur is an off-white which he keeps well groomed. Running down one side of his snout is a large pink scar, and beneath his coat other scars nestle.
History: When he was but a cub, the rest of his pack was slaughtered by a human cult and only he survived. Swearing vengeance, every full moon the cult was terrorised by a shape in the night that dragged off the other members. One night, when there was only the cult leader left, Wolf pounced out of the shadows, howling for revenge and baying for the leaders blood. Too late did he realise the leader was a Witch, and her dying last words cursed him to forever be in Werewolf form, never again to turn into a human again.
Race: Werewolf
Friends: Rider, Lyall
Weapons: Claws, Teeth.
Name: Known only as The Masque of the Red Death (The Masque)
Age: Unknown
Height: 6’7
Build: Lithe… though mainly under a cloak so unseen
Powers:
1. Hooks in You - Can control, to some extent, the weapons of death
like swords, bullets etc.
2. Wrathchild - Can channel the destruction happening all around him into one or more targets, causing them great pain. However, this means that it has to be channeled through him, so he is also affected.
3. Man of Sorrows - Using the amount of death and pain he has seen he can replicate a host of dying men's screams. Basically a stun power with added terror effects.
4. Fear Of The Dark - The Masque exudes an aura of darkness and shadow, causing all people to quake at his presence.
5. Wasted Years - Projects an image into a persons mind of one possible way they could die, again causing fear and paranoia.
6. Ghost of the Navigator - The Masque is a being of the realm of shadow and as such does not have a substantial "body". However he is photosensitive and can be disabled with blasts of intense light.
7. The Magician - Can cause living things to mutate into horrible parodies of their race, usually for his own amusement. However, all supernatural races and most humans are immune to this power. He can still mutate trees and stuff though. These mutations are still normally under his power.
8. Prowler - Can become one with shadows and darkness with either the whole (or a part of) his body. The shadows he is part of are immune to any kind of manipulation (Such as shadow-walking, users of the warren Rashan etc.) If the shadow is reduced because of natural sunlight, The Masque becomes weakened and will most likely flee.
9. Darkside of Aquarius: The Masque can draw the clouds in overhead, dousing all in shadow and making himself stronger.
10. The Evil That Men Do: The Masque hears all lies told by mankind. This gives him a limited mind reading ability, as well as being able to tell when someone is lying. It has also rendered him completely and utterly insane.
Bloodline: Von Drake.
Looks: Masked and cloaked in black. The mask is plain - it is a dirty-white colour and not even eye-holes adorn its surface.
History: Not much is known about The Masque – only that he has horrific burns on his flesh, and even that is rarely seen. He chooses to clothe himself entirely in black; none of his skin is seen. What at first could be seen as intricate patterns could also be seen as flesh still burning and bubbling, to flesh completely smothered with sword cuts and axe blows. Moreover, the scars themselves seem to morph and twist with a life of their own. It fills any and all watching with nausea and revulsion, no matter what they have experienced in their past. It is understood he underwent experimentation and was involved in a horrible accident when he was younger, though that is all.
Race: Possibly Human. Some say he is an angel, others say a vampire. He could be a Satanist, or a Death cultist, or a Christian. Nobody truly knows. Well, I’ll let you in on a secret. He’s a Ancient.
Friends: We shall see.
Weapons: None. Only his words – these are more powerful than any weapon.
Name: Staff Sergeant Alan Sieks
Age: 30
Height: 6'1
Build: Powerful, but not huge
Power: Bugger all. Other than his extremely good accuracy and acute paranoia... And 10 years service to the Royal Marine Commando Corps...
Looks: Rough and tough, with a few days overgrowth of stubble on his chin.
History: Upon joining the RMC when he was 18, after the six months training he was shipped out to Iraq in the utmost secrecy long before the start of the war. Because of his skill and leadership, within a year he had risen to the rank of Staff Sergeant in his squad. Two years later, the shocking events of 9/11 brought the Coalition forces into Afghanistan, and his unit ceased being "Shadows in the Night" destroying fuel dumps and WOMD, emerging from hiding and becoming the "Posterboys" of the campaign. Early December 2007 he was honorably discharged from the RMC due to his age and paranoia, coming home to what he hoped would be a hero's welcome.
Or not.
His family and friends had been slaughtered by the Order Mortis (satanists) in one night of bloody violence. Donning his uniform, he swore vengeance against the Order Mortis, seeking out any that he could sell himself to to get close to the Order Mortis. Grabbing new versions of his old weapons from their armoury, he stalks the world still, looking for those who killed his family.
Race: Human
Friends: Bugger all
Weapons:
L85A2 Assault Rife (SA80 for all you non-gun buffs out there)
Commando Knife
Desert Eagle pistol
Name: Salvatore "Don" Riina
Age: 178
Height: 5'10
Build: Stocky and powerful, but short.
Powers:
Everybody Has Their Price: Employing almost hypnotic powers, the Don can swindle people out of a deal and haggle amazingly well. He is also incredibly convincing when he wants to be.
Don of Dons: The Don knows all and sees all through his network of spies and "Associates". He has also had virtually every person in a commanding position throughout Blood City in his employ... The only exceptions being those who run and are part of the City Guard.
Looks:
History: Born in the 1830's in Italy, Riina co-founded the first of the Sicilian Mafia. Rising quickly to the position of "Don", Riina held that position until the early 1900's, being known affectionately as "Vecchio" (old man). He emigrated to America where he was turned to the vampire he is today. Cracking a safe, he was smashed aside as the door was blasted off its hinges from within. An angered Vampire leapt upon him and sunk its fangs into his aging neck before being riddled with bullets from the other members of the gang.
Before their despairing eyes, a miraculous thing happened. Their Don quickly regained his composure and stood up, his wrinkled skin tautening and youthful vigor replacing the feelings of age and fragility in his body. But their wonderment was turned to stark horror as he fell upon them and gorged on their blood. Now rather stocky and sated, he was chased from America and sought refuge in Blood City, recently inheriting the Blood City Mafia.
Race: Vampire
Friends: Anyone who accepts his money
Weapons: 1928 - model M1A1 Thompson "Chicago Typewriter"
Various pistols about his person
Trivia -
Short. Very short.
Loves cuban cigars
Master safecracker
