Post by Yaoiboy on Sept 1, 2008 14:56:49 GMT -6
I know I know I've been so neglectfull. but here to make up for it I'll... um put up my RP characters bio.
Name: Xanadu
Alias: Due to family politics I'm not aloud to operate under alias
Age: 22
Ranking: Neutral, 'cause he'll side with anyone to advance his goals.
Physical Appearance: Xanadu is perhaps six-feet tall, with black hair that is more wild than messy. He has malachite green eyes, slitted pupils, and pointed ears.
He dresses in kinda punk cloths. his pants are tight enough to show off very nice legs, but not inhumanely so, with steel studs down the sides. Generally his shirts are tight, black, and tastefully ripped. He has a laugh that for some strange reason you can hear glass breaking in its undertones.
Personality: Imagine a sweet teenage girl, honey hair in a ponytail, good grades, pretty, y'know the type. Then imagine her father, middle age man, good job, loves his family. Then imagine his worst nightmare... and that's Xanadu. He likes to party, the kid who sleeps in class not because he's tired but 'cause it irks the teacher, he'll hit on you whether your a guy or girl, a fun guy to hang around if you can keep up with him.
He can also be absolutely terrible, he can be very moody, clingy, and he knows how to hold a grudge like Atlas holds the sky. He can also be very ****y and vain. He holds intelligence in high regard and would like people to be at a minimum slightly less intelligent than he is. He also prefers not to make plans and just act. he can also be very random.
Powers/Abilities: Probability Field: His main power is the ability to affect probability in his general area giving his allies good luck and his enemies bad. for instance if someone pointed a gun at him and pulled the trigger it would probably jam, or if a stronger enemy were to throw him against the wall he might knock a wall mounted sword down and cut the rope holding a chandelier above his enemies head causing it to crash down on top of his foe. He can only make the improbable happen, not the impossible.
Peak Human Strength: his physical strength is at the peak of human potential, allowing him to press around 800 pounds.
Peak Human Speed: He can easily run at a speed of approximately 30 miles per hour.
Peak Human Agility: His agility is superior to that of any Olympic athlete that has ever competed.
Peak Human Stamina: His body eliminates the excessive build-up of fatigue-producing poisons in his muscles, granting him phenomenal endurance. He can exert himself at peak capacity for an hour without rest before showing any signs of fatigue.
Peak Human Durability: His ability to resist or recover from injury and disease are superior to those of ordinary humans.
Peak Human Metabolism: His enhanced metabolism allows him to heal faster than normal when recovering from injury. Gunshot wounds and broken limbs heal within days, and lesser injuries can heal in just a few hours. This metabolism also renders him virtually immune to most poisons, including intoxication by consuming alcohol.
Peak Human Reflexes: He possesses reaction time superior to any Olympic athlete that has ever competed.
Revolver: A revolver made by Hephaestus, the gun makes no sound when using normal bullets. Hephaestus also creates magical bullets for the gun with different capabilities depending on the source material for them, however some of the magical bullets Hephaestus creates for him negates the silence of the gun. He carries many speedloaders on his belt capable of filling all six chamber at once.
Expert Marksman
Expert Tracker & Hunter
Weaknesses:
Silver: He, like most of the Greek pantheon of gods, possesses a violent allergy to silver. Injuries inflicted with silver will heal at a much slower pace, and physical contact with silver causes burns.
Family Laws: There are several laws that he must obey, one of which being that he can not use an alias, another being that he must make abasement (bow) to any family member who is older or of higher standing than he is. He must also dress in proper (Toga) clothes when representing the Olympian pantheon.
Limited control: he has very limited control over his probability field, he can, with concentration, influence the effects. for instance it is possible that his atoms pass between the atoms of a wall, however to achieve this affect on command he would need a months worth of concentration.
Average Combatant: even with his enhanced physical attributes he is only an average hand to hand combatant.
Brief History: Born as the 43rd child of Eris Goddess of discord, he was raised in Castle Discord, with frequent visits from his Aunt Tyche Goddess of Fortune, who is actually his other mother (Incest, don't ask how). Due too his strange (even by Olympian standards) birth and possible levels of power Zeus removed his luck when he was a baby.
When he was ten years old Ares God of war, and his uncle, decided that he was not fit for any form of battle and refused to train him any more. In light of this Xanadu saught training from other gods, however they trusted Ares' judgement, until he asked Artemis, virgin Goddess of the moon and Hunt, and she taught him in secret the use of a bow and arrow, how to hunt, and how to not be seen. Three years later he challenged his Uncle for a vast amount of gold. The game was simple, they would hunt... each other.
He won, and Ares never troubled him again.
He also challenged Zues for the return of his luck, which Zeus had removed from him as a child, Zeus sneered at his challenge and told the entire Olympian Pantheon that he would return Xanadus' luck when he could 'capture lightning'. Now unlike the idiots of myth he didnot try to catch a thunderbolt with his hands, instead he simply waited until Hephaestus had left his forge for the night, and stole two of Zeus' premade lightning bolts. In the morning he threw one at Zeus' feet and threatend him with the other, his luck was restored.
Moved by his skill and bravery Hephaestus forged him any thing he wanted, Xanadu asked for a gun, Hephaestus forged him a revolver. He also agreed to create magical bullets out of any material he could bring him, the first of these was made from the stolen lightning rod.
Reason for being on AM: Eris Goddess of discord and chaos (his mother) commanded him to stir up chaos as she feels that order is gaining too much power these days.
He just wants to have some fun! which will probably amount to the same thing.
Sample RP: *cough* here goes nothing.
The train sped along its tracks, pumping steam into the air, heading from New York to Gotham.
A young man, maybe twenty, with wild black hair, dressed in clothes fit for a night-club, lounged in his first class compartment, apparently unaware of the discomfort of the other two in his compartment.
The first, a boy, maybe fifteen, with curly blond hair, kept raking his eyes over his form, taking in his lean body, wetting his lips, and gulping for breath. While a woman, apparently the boys mother, looked on tight liped, but clearly displeased with her sons reaction.
But the boy lounging across from them didn't notice or more likely didn't care, with his eyes closed he reached into the bag under his seat and pulled out a note, opening his stunning green eyes he read the note for what seemed like the billionth time.
My Son;
The fates are have grown in power. I command you to to wreak much havok and chaos upon the world, I don't care how, I don't care where, just do it!
Love: Mommy Dearest.
P.S. Bye have fun!!!
Tyche XOXO
He sighed and dropped the note letting it fall to the floor, as the train slowed and a cheesy recorded voice anounced 'Atlantic City' the boy and his mother rose to leave. The boy turned to get one last look at the man, only to have his lips caught in a very slow and hot kiss, his mother saw just the end of the kiss, and as the wild boy pulled away he grinned at her, then he shut the door on her sons face.
Xanadu collapsed into his chair, grinning, maybe he could have some fun after all.
Name: Xanadu
Alias: Due to family politics I'm not aloud to operate under alias
Age: 22
Ranking: Neutral, 'cause he'll side with anyone to advance his goals.
Physical Appearance: Xanadu is perhaps six-feet tall, with black hair that is more wild than messy. He has malachite green eyes, slitted pupils, and pointed ears.
He dresses in kinda punk cloths. his pants are tight enough to show off very nice legs, but not inhumanely so, with steel studs down the sides. Generally his shirts are tight, black, and tastefully ripped. He has a laugh that for some strange reason you can hear glass breaking in its undertones.
Personality: Imagine a sweet teenage girl, honey hair in a ponytail, good grades, pretty, y'know the type. Then imagine her father, middle age man, good job, loves his family. Then imagine his worst nightmare... and that's Xanadu. He likes to party, the kid who sleeps in class not because he's tired but 'cause it irks the teacher, he'll hit on you whether your a guy or girl, a fun guy to hang around if you can keep up with him.
He can also be absolutely terrible, he can be very moody, clingy, and he knows how to hold a grudge like Atlas holds the sky. He can also be very ****y and vain. He holds intelligence in high regard and would like people to be at a minimum slightly less intelligent than he is. He also prefers not to make plans and just act. he can also be very random.
Powers/Abilities: Probability Field: His main power is the ability to affect probability in his general area giving his allies good luck and his enemies bad. for instance if someone pointed a gun at him and pulled the trigger it would probably jam, or if a stronger enemy were to throw him against the wall he might knock a wall mounted sword down and cut the rope holding a chandelier above his enemies head causing it to crash down on top of his foe. He can only make the improbable happen, not the impossible.
Peak Human Strength: his physical strength is at the peak of human potential, allowing him to press around 800 pounds.
Peak Human Speed: He can easily run at a speed of approximately 30 miles per hour.
Peak Human Agility: His agility is superior to that of any Olympic athlete that has ever competed.
Peak Human Stamina: His body eliminates the excessive build-up of fatigue-producing poisons in his muscles, granting him phenomenal endurance. He can exert himself at peak capacity for an hour without rest before showing any signs of fatigue.
Peak Human Durability: His ability to resist or recover from injury and disease are superior to those of ordinary humans.
Peak Human Metabolism: His enhanced metabolism allows him to heal faster than normal when recovering from injury. Gunshot wounds and broken limbs heal within days, and lesser injuries can heal in just a few hours. This metabolism also renders him virtually immune to most poisons, including intoxication by consuming alcohol.
Peak Human Reflexes: He possesses reaction time superior to any Olympic athlete that has ever competed.
Revolver: A revolver made by Hephaestus, the gun makes no sound when using normal bullets. Hephaestus also creates magical bullets for the gun with different capabilities depending on the source material for them, however some of the magical bullets Hephaestus creates for him negates the silence of the gun. He carries many speedloaders on his belt capable of filling all six chamber at once.
Expert Marksman
Expert Tracker & Hunter
Weaknesses:
Silver: He, like most of the Greek pantheon of gods, possesses a violent allergy to silver. Injuries inflicted with silver will heal at a much slower pace, and physical contact with silver causes burns.
Family Laws: There are several laws that he must obey, one of which being that he can not use an alias, another being that he must make abasement (bow) to any family member who is older or of higher standing than he is. He must also dress in proper (Toga) clothes when representing the Olympian pantheon.
Limited control: he has very limited control over his probability field, he can, with concentration, influence the effects. for instance it is possible that his atoms pass between the atoms of a wall, however to achieve this affect on command he would need a months worth of concentration.
Average Combatant: even with his enhanced physical attributes he is only an average hand to hand combatant.
Brief History: Born as the 43rd child of Eris Goddess of discord, he was raised in Castle Discord, with frequent visits from his Aunt Tyche Goddess of Fortune, who is actually his other mother (Incest, don't ask how). Due too his strange (even by Olympian standards) birth and possible levels of power Zeus removed his luck when he was a baby.
When he was ten years old Ares God of war, and his uncle, decided that he was not fit for any form of battle and refused to train him any more. In light of this Xanadu saught training from other gods, however they trusted Ares' judgement, until he asked Artemis, virgin Goddess of the moon and Hunt, and she taught him in secret the use of a bow and arrow, how to hunt, and how to not be seen. Three years later he challenged his Uncle for a vast amount of gold. The game was simple, they would hunt... each other.
He won, and Ares never troubled him again.
He also challenged Zues for the return of his luck, which Zeus had removed from him as a child, Zeus sneered at his challenge and told the entire Olympian Pantheon that he would return Xanadus' luck when he could 'capture lightning'. Now unlike the idiots of myth he didnot try to catch a thunderbolt with his hands, instead he simply waited until Hephaestus had left his forge for the night, and stole two of Zeus' premade lightning bolts. In the morning he threw one at Zeus' feet and threatend him with the other, his luck was restored.
Moved by his skill and bravery Hephaestus forged him any thing he wanted, Xanadu asked for a gun, Hephaestus forged him a revolver. He also agreed to create magical bullets out of any material he could bring him, the first of these was made from the stolen lightning rod.
Reason for being on AM: Eris Goddess of discord and chaos (his mother) commanded him to stir up chaos as she feels that order is gaining too much power these days.
He just wants to have some fun! which will probably amount to the same thing.
Sample RP: *cough* here goes nothing.
The train sped along its tracks, pumping steam into the air, heading from New York to Gotham.
A young man, maybe twenty, with wild black hair, dressed in clothes fit for a night-club, lounged in his first class compartment, apparently unaware of the discomfort of the other two in his compartment.
The first, a boy, maybe fifteen, with curly blond hair, kept raking his eyes over his form, taking in his lean body, wetting his lips, and gulping for breath. While a woman, apparently the boys mother, looked on tight liped, but clearly displeased with her sons reaction.
But the boy lounging across from them didn't notice or more likely didn't care, with his eyes closed he reached into the bag under his seat and pulled out a note, opening his stunning green eyes he read the note for what seemed like the billionth time.
My Son;
The fates are have grown in power. I command you to to wreak much havok and chaos upon the world, I don't care how, I don't care where, just do it!
Love: Mommy Dearest.
P.S. Bye have fun!!!
Tyche XOXO
He sighed and dropped the note letting it fall to the floor, as the train slowed and a cheesy recorded voice anounced 'Atlantic City' the boy and his mother rose to leave. The boy turned to get one last look at the man, only to have his lips caught in a very slow and hot kiss, his mother saw just the end of the kiss, and as the wild boy pulled away he grinned at her, then he shut the door on her sons face.
Xanadu collapsed into his chair, grinning, maybe he could have some fun after all.