Post and I'll Make a Character

[DereResonating]

DereResonating resonates onto the battlefield

[LordCowCowCowCowCowCowCowCow]

ok

Name: Bezalel

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Race: Human

 

Average height, broad shoulders, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a dark expression. Bezalel often comes across as intimidating and brooding. The thick eyebrows and lips that naturally appear as though in a scowl don't help matters. He tends to dress nicely, but simply, often in black. Has a fondness for gloves, as his hands are almost always cold.

 

Bezalel comes across as mysterious to anyone who meets him. They tend to avoid him, but are always intrigued by him. Most seem to think he is a dangerous and important young man, someone who could have them killed with a single phone call. The truth of the matter is Bezalel is a pretty normal, and kind, person. His biggest fault is that he is proud, and won't go out of his way to prevent other's wrong ideas of himself from solidifying. However he is well-meaning, and very noble. Hates nothing more than people taking advantage of their position or other's situations to get what they want. Extremely perceptive, Bezalel tends to pick up on when people are upset over things sometimes before they're aware of it themselves. Though he doesn't like to butt in and believes people should try and solve their problems with their own abilities. Can be a bit snappy when it comes to questions about his name and family. A bit of a rebel and revolutionary, Bezalel has great passion and vision in his heart.

 

Bezalel was his grandfather's name. His father gave it to his son in the hopes that his son would become a similar kind of man as his grandfather. That kind of man being a ruthless and shrewd businessman. Growing up, Bezalel was groomed to take over the family company, which was a point of contention when he reached 15 and began to realize the path he was being forced down was not one he wanted. And so he got in an argument with his father. This ended with his mother breaking out into tears, and Bezalel storming out with a single suitcase, while his father screamed at him all the way down the street.

Bezalel's troubles only grew from there. He discovered a certain power inside of him. One he couldn't quite control and one that many others wanted to control. Bezalel found himself alone, penniless, and on the streets. All the while unknown forces hunted him down and tried to capture him. He couldn't risk going to school and only was able to take the odd job, never anything that required him to stay in the same place. But he continued on, living and experiencing life. He wasn't exactly happy, but he was sure he was happier than he'd be in the life his father wanted for him. He sold short stories to help survive, and got a fairly dedicated, if small, following. But he couldn't relax. Even more dangerous and strange forces were after him, and he'd have to use all his wits and skills to avoid them. Especially a certain man that seemed to be known only as "Trench".

 

Bezalel's powers are quite wondrous. When he dreams, things are created. Strange things, mostly unusual creatures and items that most of the time don't seem to do anything. These fade within a day of waking but sometimes he has been able to use these creations to help him evade capture. In his waking hours he cannot seem to use this power, and must rely on luck to hope he creates something useful. Not wanting to leave it at that, Bezalel has learned to fight and has become quite good at using improvised weapons whenever he can.

[mitchermitcher]

wow you're still at this

[UltimateIRS]

Sure, let's do this.

[Night]

He wasn't exactly happy, but he was sure he was happier than he'd be in the life his father wanted for him. 

 

You got me bud, like to frightening detail in ways I never even considered.

 

I know you're not vehemently trying to characterize the person themselves in these writings, but that just proves how astute you actually are, whether through intent or just sheer collective analysis you're incredibly good at noticing very slight attributes of the human psyche. And on top of that to make assumptions with immense basis, probably subconsciously at that. 

 

Your perception is your greatest asset, hone that.

[LordCowCowCowCowCowCowCowCow]

You got me bud, like to frightening detail in ways I never even considered.

 

I know you're not vehemently trying to characterize the person themselves in these writings, but that just proves how astute you actually are, whether through intent or just sheer collective analysis you're incredibly good at noticing very slight attributes of the human psyche. And on top of that to make assumptions with immense basis, probably subconsciously at that. 

 

Your perception is your greatest asset, hone that.

Honestly what I'm doing is going off vague feelings so it's pretty cool to hear I did well in that. ^^;

[Aix]

gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme

[LordCowCowCowCowCowCowCowCow]

Not dead yet! Just super far behind!

 

*quietly adds to CowCow's workload*

Name: Locke
Gender: Male
Age: 333
Race: Draconian

 

Locke is an older Draconian, one who survived longer than most of his kind by simply going into exile. Many years ago he was much more active in the world, he engaged in many tournaments and contests and excelled at them. And then the Genocide happened. When the other races turned on the dragons, and dragon-like creatures, deeming them harsh overlords that needed to be stopped. Locke fought, and fought hard. He killed many who tried to kill him, until he became sick of it. Realizing they would lose, and not wanting to kill any more in vain, Locke retreated into the mountains. He's lived there for many many years, totally alone. Until a young lightning mage came upon his hiding place. Locke was sure he was going to be attacked but the young man only wanted to become his apprentice. Startled, but intrigued, Locke took the young man in, teaching him many amazing things. In return the apprentice traveled far and wide to bring stories and art and other such things to Locke. The two have been living in peace for many years, content in their current state of affairs. They know some kind of trouble is brewing but Locke is determined to stay out of it. However a strange man has been secretly visiting Locke's apprentice, telling secrets and half-truths and trying to convince him to get Locke into the confrontation to come.

 

Locke was once much more rash and arrogant. Nowadays he's mellowed out considerably. He's very observant and artistic, preferring stories, and discussion over battling. He enjoys making things, and has a sizable collection of things he's made by hand. Quite proud of these, he gets a little touchy when his apprentice teases him about it, or jokes about taking them. He can be somewhat stubborn and slow to act. He doesn't believe in getting involved with others problems, and many would call him aloof, or even cold. Though he adores his apprentice totally so there is obviously a warm heart inside of his outwardly gruff exterior.

 

Draconian can vary in appearances quite a lot, and Locke's is rather obvious. The entire left side of his body is covered in golden scales, and his left hand and foot are clawed. His teeth are sharper than normal, and his tongue somewhat thing and long. He has short dark hair, which is slightly longer on his right side. Around his right arm are tattoos. Words in the Draconian tongue. "He who strikes first, dies first".

 

Still a powerful combatant, Locke has kept his double-edged battle axe all these years, and still can use it well. But he's also proficient in magic, able to cast a wide variety of elemental based spells.

 

Time to add to the workload.

Name: Mint
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Race: Fairy

 

Mint is a just-turned adult Fairy and she's terrified. She's always been fairly secluded in her village in the Mushroom forest, and she isn't really suited for life outside it. Yet she must, once a Fairy reaches adulthood they must leave their home and go out into the world of the big folk and return with something interesting. This usually meant a talented big person they charmed, or a magical artifact that was of a different magic than the Fairies' own. Before adulthood, Mint wasn't entirely a social creature. She talked to others her age during school but she tended to drift off on her own more often than not. She loved to take walks, or flights, around the forest and enjoyed writing, and listening to music. Her parents were very accepting of her somewhat unusual attitude, but they still made her go out on her own.

In fact they seemed quite adamant about it, to a degree that bordered demanding. Which was highly unusual for them.

Her first experience outside of the forest was a group of humans trying to capture her. Quite startling seeing how peaceful her life had been. She would have been caught if not for a large dog that came to her rescue, running the humans off. The dog and her bonded instantly, and they became best of friends. She named him Wulf and they began their travels. With Wulf by her side she started becoming more confident and interested in the world, and she soon somewhat forgot about bringing something back home, instead she focused on exploring.

 

Mint is a kind and innocent soul. She doesn't quite understand the habits and potential for violence that the outside world has. She is a shy girl, not out of any fear, it's just what comes natural to her. She avoids loud noises and confrontations, but can't help but be curious about other people. Thus she often floats around in the background, picking up stories and such from many people. She is very contemplative and introspective, a foil to the natural energetic nature of Fairies. However her lack of street smarts and conversation skills can sometimes make her come across as awkward or strange, despite her intelligence. She slowly is growing more outspoken, however, as more wonders of the world are revealed to her. Extremely close to Wulf, would protect him with her life.

 

Mint is, as all Fairies, small (less than a foot tall) and winged. With very long, pointed, ears and antennae that Fairies use to communicate without words to each other. Mint has green, wavy, hair that goes down to her hips and almond shaped golden eyes. Tends to wear dresses made from leaves and held together by magical string. This dress changes colors depending on the season and weather. She wears a necklace that was given to her by her grandmother, with the advice to always keep it in sight. She isn't sure what it does, but it occasionally glows brightly. She had one night woken up to find a girl trying to take it, and when Mint was escaping she heard the girl crying out "Trench will punish me if I don't get it!"

 

Mint has the natural fairy magic of illusion and healing, as well as a few unique to her. One of those being the ability to camouflage into the background. She can also transform into small animals, though in this form she can sometimes get distracted, as she develops animal-like instincts.

The closest thing she has to offensive magic is the ability to whip up strong winds which, if able to pick up hard enough objects, could be potentially deadly..

[Agro]

there are too many people between where you are, and me

[Cherz]

Dang cow cow~ gl hf!

[Northern Sage]

So worth the wait.

[cr47t]

Lets see how this goes

Also sorry to add onto workload if it gets too much for you, just wanted to see how this works out.

(Plus my username dosent make much sense anyway, you can leave thaty out if you want, it`s up to you.)

[spoiler=stuff that dosent relate 2 this]

yoloswagbro

 

not much else here :/

 

 

[GarlandChaos]

Didn't get to me yet. :(

[cr47t]

Also, guys, before you post please consider how much Cowcow needs to do on this. Cowcow takes a while of time to come up with each one, and has only gotten to, like, 2nd page.

[Northern Sage]

Also, guys, before you post please consider how much Cowcow needs to do on this. Cowcow takes a while of time to come up with each one, and has only gotten to, like, 2nd page.

Alternatively, you could try being patient.

[cr47t]

Alternatively, you could try being patient.

That too.

[cr47t]

Bump in hopes to remind cowcow to work on this a bit sometime without causing stress.

EDIT: Sorry :c

[LordCowCowCowCowCowCowCowCow]

Bump in hopes to remind cowcow to work on this a bit sometime without causing stress.

Please stop. If you've noticed I have been slowly working on these the entire time, and I don't appreciate this. This isn't a thing I have to do, I chose to do it, and I will feel less like doing it if I get people reminding me.

[LordCowCowCowCowCowCowCowCow]

Sig Heil!

Name: Casper Nova

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Race: demi-human

 

Casper was just a typical farmboy, until they got a hold of him. The aliens. They were strange creatures, nothing like he's ever seen. And he's seen some mighty weird folks that's for certain. But these beings were, literally, out of this world. He later learned they had escaped from some kind of world between two worlds, where everything was strictly governed. They have been roaming the far reaches of space for a long time, and only now decided to come to this world, which was right next to their homeworld. They did that because they received distress transmissions of an escaped and dangerous criminal. However they did not want to risk being caught by their government. And so they picked a human, literally at random, to augment and train to hunt down the criminal.

 

Casper went through a startlingly quick and quite painful procedure that suddenly strengthened his mind and body. He also felt a strange kinship with the aliens, and decided to go along with what they wanted, not realizing he was being manipulated.

 

Prior to the augmentation, Casper was a simple guy. Kind and friendly, if a bit shy around folks that were more talented, better looking, etc. He thrived on honesty and hard work and determination.

But after, it was a whole new ball game. Helllooooo ladies, Casper Nova is here! Extremely outgoing, to the point where he sometimes can seem obnoxious, but somehow he manages to do it in a way that charms others. He's brave and absolutely adventurous, craving excitement with a passion that borders on dangerous. But he loves it that way, he wouldn't have it any other way. He isn't opposed to lying every now and again if it advances his goals. However he can easily become distracted from said goals.

When he uses his powers too much, or when he eats seafood, he suddenly becomes shy Casper once more, until a rest or spicy food enters his body. In both cases, he craves the food that will change his personality after a period of time.

 

Casper has sandy blonde hair, with somewhat long bangs that reach his eyes. As Nova he keeps it slicked back, however. He wears simple and ragged clothing underneath a tacky and expensive leather jacket, cowboy boots, and when Nova he swaps his glasses out for a pair of sunglasses.

 

Casper has no abilities when he's not Nova, except some more common sense. But Nova is a super...nova. Stronger and faster with a better battle sense than any human, Casper also has access to powerful telekinesis, able to toss and lift heavy objects with ease, as well as letting loose with a powerful psychic blast. Also has great skill with firearms, and carries around a pair of laser pistols wherever he goes. These guns become less potent when in areas high in magic level, though they still deal damage as would a moderately powerful magical attack.

[Chiri Tsukikawa]

Oh no, mine is close. It's okay, you don't have to do it.

Unless you want to. >//<

[LordCowCowCowCowCowCowCowCow]

Oh no, mine is close. It's okay, you don't have to do it.

Unless you want to. >//

Of course I want to.

[LordCowCowCowCowCowCowCowCow]

Lez go

Name: Lucas Alph

Gender: Male

Age: 40

Race: Demi-human

 

Lucas has demonic blood running through his veins, which gives him a distinct look. Not actually very tall, he stands at 5'8" but is fairly muscular. He has a single small horn on the left side of his forehead and several of his teeth are quite sharp. The more obvious difference is his reddish skin, which is just red enough to stand out and seem unnatural. His hair is shoulder length, easily tangled, and black. Despite being 40, he is not old. While he reached adulthood at 15, his aging has since slowed to a crawl.

 

No one is quite sure how Lucas came into being, and he doesn't remember anything from the first 10 years of his life. All he's learned so far has implied that he was kept somewhere for most of his life, before waking up in a monastery. The monks there took care of him, and tried to teach him the path of serenity and peace. It didn't quite stick. He left the monastery the moment he was able, to go out into the world. He wanted to make a name for himself, and become a legend. It didn't quite work out that way. His obviously demonic appearance was off-putting to most, and even those he saved weren't entirely grateful. He wound up becoming hired muscle for various people, some more seedy than others.

Lucas is a murderer. He killed several people during a simple tavern brawl gone horribly wrong. He was arrested on the spot and locked away. He would not be executed, as the people were convinced he would somehow revive. So he was kept in chains in the deepest part of the dungeon. Years passed, and eventually he was freed. A noble had decided to set him free under the condition that he swear loyalty and take on whatever task he's assigned.

Lucas saw this as a chance to make something of his life, as the noble in question was known far and wide as a just man. He was sent on many tasks to help the people of the country. But everywhere he went, Lucas was treated terribly, his crimes never fully being washed away. Lucas was furious at this, though he did believe he had done wrong, how could they not see the work he put into making up for what he did?

And then Trench came to him. Offering him the chance to be sent to a brand new, but vastly different, world. And on top of that his demonic traits would be covered up. All that he had to do was locate a particular fairy. Lucas thought hard about this and, in the end, decided he had nothing to lose.

 

Lucas is a creature of impulse. He does what he can to plan things out and think things through but there's something in him, perhaps his heritage, that drives him to act on passion. And he sure has passion in spades. He doesn't give in no matter the danger, and continues to fight when all odds are against him. However he does curse the fact that it seems the odds are always not on his side. He doesn't believe he's been dealt a fair hand. For, while he has done wrong, he believes that he should have the chance to change. He doesn't interact with many people if he can help it, beyond a few that he's gotten close to over the years, out of fear of his words and actions being misunderstood. Both confrontational and not, Lucas avoids getting into arguments as best he can. But his inner passion sometimes causes him to get into scuffles. And when he does, he goes hard, often going a bit overboard in his frustration. Extraordinarily determined and with great aspirations, Lucas is one who desires to get more out of life and make something of himself.

 

Lucas does not have incredible strength, or speed, but he has amazing endurance. Able to take hits that would kill a normal man, and capable of fighting for long periods of time without wavering. He has taken the self-defense teachings of the monks and adapted it, and has become a capable unarmed fighter. Unconcerned about fighting a bit dirty and using the environment, but more often a bit more straight forward. He hasn't used much of his demonic abilities, but they are there. One is a magical tracking sense. Once he gets something's scent he can track it over large areas. He also has magical powers that allows him to spit fire. Usually this is a stream of flames from his mouth, but he's learned somewhat to launch smaller projectiles of flames as well.

[LordCowCowCowCowCowCowCowCow]

Bring it forth!

Name: Gene Eric

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Race: Human

 

Gene is a powerful Spellblade. A peerless swordsman who combines swift sword strikes with devastating and explosive magic. He laughs in the face of danger and dives headfirst into battle no matter the cost, for the greater justice.

At least that's what he is in his dreams. In reality Gene is a simple nerd. A boy who loves to watch anime and play video games, the kind of guy you expect to see being shoved in lockers in high school. Glasses, messy red hair, freckles, so on. However, he has a wit and charm about him that made the bullies stay away for the most part. Mostly because everyone else thought him to be a nice guy and would often defend him. He hates this, he doesn't want to be defended, he wants to defend. It's his greatest desire, to be like the video game and anime characters he loves. A smart guy, Gene has a knack for problem solving and when he's not playing games or watching anime he can be found solving puzzles.

Gene can be a bit reclusive, as well. He gets uncomfortable being looked at for too long and so he often shies away from the spotlight, something that also bothers him about himself. He's often wanting to improve himself, but struggles to do it, and gets frustrated at this. Despite his charm, many people tend to forget about him when he's not within eyesight. Even his parents occasionally forgot about him when he's in his room.

 

Which works for him. The one bully that he can't avoid, is his step-father. His dad died during combat, having been a soldier in the army, and most of his life he was raised by just his mother. Who would buy him old TV shows to keep him busy while she worked multiple jobs. He was a happy boy, not quite realizing how hard she had it, and content with the life he led.

Then her mother got married. They moved to a better house, better school, better life. But Gene wasn't as happy. His step-father refused to let him watch the kind of shows his mother did, making him go out and do sports, which he wasn't good at, and watch news, which he couldn't stand. And when he tried to talk back, or anything the step-father thought of as disrespectful, he'd be hit.

It wasn't a horrible life, by far, but he just didn't feel quite right. When mentioning the "in his dreams" thing, it was literal. Every night he dreams of a particular world, a world with many strange creatures, where he had great power. He remembers every detail of these dreams when he wakes, and he has started daydreaming about it.

One day, when remembering a particularly harrowing adventure he "had", a man came up to him. It was Summer and he was wearing a trenchcoat, so he took notice immediately. He remembered struggling to make out any other details, and he couldn't remember anything besides long fingers. It baffled him but he got a headache whenever he thought about it too much.

In any case, the man came to him and knew about the dreams. More attention-grabbing than even the trenchcoat. Gene was terrified at first but the man mollified him. And promised that he could bring him into that world, and give him those powers, if only he signed a deal with the man that he'd help him in a time of need.

Gene is greatly unsure of this proposal, but night after night it becomes more and more tempting....

 

Gene has no discernible powers...Or...does he?

Only if you want to.

Name: None known, uses whatever name she feels like. Currently Fable

Gender: Female

Age: "Uhhh, 100 something?"

Race: Half-Angel. Other half unknown.

 

Fable lives a very strange existence. She was born in another world. A magical world filled to the brim with magic and adventure. She doesn't know anything of her mother. Her father was an Angel, and so clearly she too is at least partially Angel. But he never spoke anything of her mother, who either died during childbirth or left, or something that she never was able to figure out. She was raised decently, always traveling for reasons she didn't know either. Her father was often quite worried about...something. She later realized there had been people after them, and after some investigating she figured out the most likely case was they were on the run from other Angels, leading her to believe her mother was something the Angels weren't very fond of.

In either case, Fable grew to love this lifestyle on the run, and her childish wonder always seemed to keep her father going. Until one rainy night she was sitting in their room at an inn, and she felt something terribly wrong. The connection she always felt to her father was weakening. She left the room as soon as this happened, intent on finding her father, and found herself on a strange street, with strange devices transporting strange, if mostly similar, humans around.

She found herself in an entirely different world. One without much magic. At first this was like a grand new adventure but the combination of not knowing what happened with her father, and time passing, caused her to grow tired of this world. She wanted her own world back, and she was determined to find some way to do it. She stumbled across several people who seemed to possess some kind of power, and so she started her search for someone with a connection to her world, or someone with powers that she could ally herself with and return.

 

Fable is likely the most friendly person you'll ever meet. She brightens the room, sometimes literally, when she enters. Optimistic to a fault, but with an occasional sarcastic side that slips out when she's frustrated, Fable isn't the type to let problems get in her way of having a good time. Of course, this sometimes leads to her ignoring a problem so that she can just have fun and put it off instead. She's fairly intelligent, however she often drifts off and forgets what's going on. This makes her come off as a bit of an air head, which she embraces fully and with a smile.

Under all this cheerfulness and happy-go-lucky attitude lies a deeply curious and determined soul. Fable will complete her goals, and learn all she desires to learn about her past, present, and future, as possible. Though she can be quite gullible and falls into the trap that is horoscopes and other "fortune telling" things, often taking them much more serious than she should.

Meanwhile she's not very serious about chores, and things people need to do for living. Such as getting a job.

She doesn't believe "little things" really need to be remembered. However her view of what is little is a bit strange. Names, ages, and things of that sort all fall under that umbrella. Whereas things like "favorite food" is near the top of the list of things to remember.

 

Fable has platinum blonde hair, but she dyes it often. Currently it's a vivid purple. It's wavy and usually a bit more than shoulder length. She has hazel eyes, olive skin, and a pair of large, feathered, wings that appear in moments of great excitement or stress. Usually wears long tee-shirts and shorts, which she also sleeps in. Cleans it when it gets smelly but she can be lazy about this.

 

Being part Angel grants Fable incredible healing and regenerating power, though she hasn't been able to focus this entirely. And sometimes she ends up healing the wrong person. She has learned the use of the bow and arrow, and can be quite deadly with it. Despite living in a place where it's obsolete, she still keeps up her training in archery. Her most powerful ability is a beam of light energy that comes crashing from the heavens. However this is unstable, and takes much energy. She often feels there's more, stranger, magic inside of her that she can't access. But she doesn't worry too much about it, even if it's a great curiosity to her. She figures if she keeps learning what she can, she'll stumble across the answers.

[Wind Rider]

Your characters are pretty neat what can you make from my post?

[Wind Rider]

You really have a good imagination :)