Anna Molly™
Ice Breaker
My Devil danced with his Demon and the fiddler's tune is far from over.
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Middy
Aug 3, 2005 2:28:07 GMT -6
Post by Anna Molly™ on Aug 3, 2005 2:28:07 GMT -6
Of Angels and Demons[/u]
Name: Niveus Heims
Age: 154
Race: Part Angel, Part Demon
Class: Wanderer
Gender: Female
Appearance: Hair is silky snow white, plaited brilliantly in crown-esque pattern on her head, falling loose around her waist. Bluish black robe hides a sleeveless white dress tying up around neck, exposing a tanned, unusually scarred back, golden thread ties up the midsection, the bottom above the knees and holding a small slit opening to the front; has small pointed ears, sharp nails, hints of fangs courtesy of her demonic nature; pupils in eyes are unusually large, leaving only a thin sapphire for the iris, the iris outlined in black; wings are a creamy beige, black feathers bordering the edges; adorning arms are various scriptures carved into her skin
Items: Sigh of Deus – A platinum blue sai handed down to Niveus, the handle is carved from a strange crystal, black diamonds visible inside the clear material. The tip is unusually pointed for a sai and it appears to give off an illusion in the sunlight, a broadening of the blade
Sigh of Ombra – Deus’ companion, the blade is startlingly dark, camouflaging with the shadows of the night. The handle has trace bits of white to symbolize the stars, swirling blue to captivate the universe. It is only properly seen under the light of the full moon, performance not as sharp during the daytime
Pendant: Haizea
History: Born to an Angelic mother and a Demonic father on the snowiest of winters, it took less than a year before her father abandoned the two, leaving Niveus a bastard. Raised by her mother, she never felt at home surrounded by others of an angelic nature, didn’t feel safe with humans, didn’t see her place at all. She only received information of her demonic heritage when she had visited her mother’s deathbed, seventy odd years back. Startled and somewhat betrayed by the news, on her mother’s passing, rather than be struck by melancholy, enlightenment came first to the young half breed.
Other: Never giving out her real name, she goes by something akin to it, that being Nix. She chooses not to too closely associate herself with demon or angels out of lack of understanding as to why a side needs to be picked. In constant contemplation of the world around her, she travels for adventure, for knowledge, and in a constant search for her last living relative…her father.
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Anna Molly™
Ice Breaker
My Devil danced with his Demon and the fiddler's tune is far from over.
Posts: 177
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Middy
Aug 3, 2005 2:29:37 GMT -6
Post by Anna Molly™ on Aug 3, 2005 2:29:37 GMT -6
Immortality[/u]
Name: Nikita Angelo
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Race: Cybernetically Enhanced Human
Appearance: Mischievous violet irises, dark violet hair cropped a little above shoulders and kept in a bed head sorta style (…it works, think Major from Ghost in the Shells do), 5’8’’, bronzed complexion, full lips, small beauty mark at corner of left eye, tattoo in Egyptian scripture adorning entire back, current attire consists of short black silk robe with silver lace trimmings. Regular outfit is a pair of black shorts, baby pink midriff top, deep blue denim jacket, and a diamond angel around her neck on a crystal like cord. Depending on mood/commission, wears flowing black trench coat with hoodie. Black combat boots and red bordering on black shades finish the look
Weapons: Strangulation Cord (Futility) – The most simplistic method of doling death out and the easiest weapon to hide, Nikita tends to only use this on humans. For those cybernetically enhanced, the cord becomes charged with light energy, capable of beheading the target once enough force is applied Double shiv (Blitz) – Hidden up her sleeves are two jagged silver daggers, ancient in style considering the time and age. For close combat use and performing slit throats efficiently Blue whip (Kamikaze) – Nikita’s favorite weapon hands down, used for intense combat against opponents actually worth her time. A light blue electrical sword, it is malleable in her hands, bending to whatever size and structure she intends it. From curved sword to short dagger, fun to experiment with. The only downfall is the entire weapon is electrical light, able to cause some damage to user after awhile. A suicidal weapon but a weapon nonetheless Mini-launcher (Rage) – A long barreled platinum missile launcher reserved for dire situations, Nikita only relies on it if absolutely necessary. Used to blow through barriers, capable of destroying obstacles out the way or people into bits Revolver (Judgment) – Carried around as a last resort, it holds six bullets, only able to load manually. The gun, a smoky glazed red, seems to adjust its color to the atmosphere, bullets working best in cold atmosphere. The bullets are an unsettling ebony and attracted to the heat source aimed at. Once locked on target, victim is pegged for life until the bullet loses momentum (ten years or your units back) or it succeeds in its shot.
Enhancements: Golden eye – Simple put, when in a combat situation, irises shift into golden shade to improve accuracy of blows/shots. Can alternate between night vision and thermal vision Digitry – A made up word but also an addition to her left hand. Fingers can emit wires into electrical device, allowing the hacking of {insert whatever} and easier access into some homes Miscellaneous – Enhancements around arms and legs improve jumping ability and resistance to brute force. Gives an edge in the speed department but should never be too heavily relied on
Other: With a love for the job, Nikita has a habit of smiling once she makes the kill, an angelic expression of pure bliss as she takes one life. She has a calm demeanor, managing to never lose control, accepting one day her job might claim her life. But until that day, she lives life to the fullest. Sides, a commission's a commission.
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Anna Molly™
Ice Breaker
My Devil danced with his Demon and the fiddler's tune is far from over.
Posts: 177
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Middy
Aug 3, 2005 2:30:52 GMT -6
Post by Anna Molly™ on Aug 3, 2005 2:30:52 GMT -6
ESWAT[/u]
Name: Knight, Ivory
Callsign: Shade
Sex: Female
Age: 23
Element: Light
Appearance: 5’8’’, 145lbs, tanned complexion, sharper than usual canines, raven hair kept in tight braid stopping in middle of back (kept that way in order to avoid cropping hair), black Donatella Versace shades rarely taken off around general public, black skin tight spandex tanktop worn beneath baggy black jacket holding multiple inner pockets, wears black fingerless gloves, black baggy pants accompanied with black work (Timberland) boots, wears thin leather necklace with four miniscule silver cubes hidden beneath top, tattoo on left shoulder of the sun shaded in in black, the word Spero in italics beneath it
Weaponry: Has two Sphinx AT 2000 pistols (but only wields one at a time due to regulations; first two images only), one Diemaco C7 assault rifle (carries along back), favorite weapon being Benelli M3T shotgun (second image) , Stealth Defense Security Comb tucked in back pocket of pants…seen only as a comb and nothing more (silver…knife, unlike in image, holding serrated edge), 2 jagged shivs mainly used for sparring
Equipment: gauze, pale aluminum lighter inside jacket pocket
History: At the age of sixteen, Ivory had begrudgingly started on a mandatory trip to the dentist, her mother hating the flaw to her otherwise perfect teeth, that being, the mini-fangs set on the upper level of her teeth. Enjoying the nickname ‘vampire’ because of it, she was less than enthusiastic over getting them dulled down.
On her walk to the dentist in a November swiftly turning to winter, the area darker than usual, she relied on the help of a key laser borrowed from a friend. As she attempted to take a shortcut, late to her appointment (as she was to most things), out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of an unusual huge vehicle tracking her movements.
Figuring the cold was causing her to hallucinate; she only realized her fears to be true once the vehicle stopped whence she began to enter the underground train station. Knowing something strange was happening, she waited for no explanation, dashing into the almost always vacant train station. Jumping the turnstile to save time (and an overpriced fare) she gulped, knowing waiting for the train would be idiotic on her part.
Hearing the beginning of multiple heavy footsteps flying down the worn cement stairs, she made a silent prayer, jumping down into the stagnant dirtied tracks below. Holding her breath, she entered the darkness of the train tunnel, sticking to the sides as she navigated against the wall.
Feeling safe after five minutes in the repugnant tunnel, a small scurrying to her right made her automatically respond, flashing the thin red laser light into the darkness. Pounding footsteps were heard, Ivory realizing her mistake only seconds after. In complete disregard to any train that might be coming, she started on a run, a prick to her neck causing a swear to leave her lips.
Pulling from her neck the assaulting object, as she suspected, it was a dart. She dropped it to the ground, legs beginning to numb, fingers already losing all feeling. She felt the warm tears start to stream down her face, felt the cool rush of air as she flew towards the ground, felt her cheek land in stale, dirtied water. She closed her eyes, then felt nothing more…
Other: Holding a strong sense of pride, she comes off as cold, reserved, and apathetic, holding a silent hate for what she was kidnapped and forced into. Nonetheless, she follows all orders given, training religiously to become the best with what she was bestowed with. It’s only when she’s able to use her abilities does anything close to a smile or emotions cross her features, she more than willing to put her element to use…
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Anna Molly™
Ice Breaker
My Devil danced with his Demon and the fiddler's tune is far from over.
Posts: 177
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Middy
Nov 12, 2005 11:13:49 GMT -6
Post by Anna Molly™ on Nov 12, 2005 11:13:49 GMT -6
Name: Ivie Bane Code Name: Bane Age: 23 Sex: Female Allegiance: Rebel Forces Appearance: At a height of 5'6'', lithe and muscular, Ivie tends to dress in classic military attire. Classic military attire being dark green camouflage army pants, an impossibly tight black tank top which reveals her curves and assets, and a camouflage windbreaker. Complimenting her look is a pair of combat boots. A small silver cross hangs around her neck, her beige complexion seeming to give off a glow with its presence. She dons a sleek black eye patch over her left eye, visible eye bubbly and the purest crimson. If one stared close enough, the circular pupil almost seems to spiral and shift, changing into a soulless thin oval. Ivie sports a black headband, the perfect fix to the untamed yet silky cropped raven with green highlights on her head. Her canines remain hidden until she opens her mouth, something obviously wrong with the pointed teeth making up the upper row of her teeth. They're longer than most human's teeth, pointier and venomous. A forked tongue darts out to catch a scent in the air when her instinct acts up. Down her back is a patchwork of black markings and spirals, the abnormality running down her left arm and right leg as well. Skills: Parselmouth: Ivie is quite fluent in multiple tongues, the one that comes naturally having to deal with snakes Agility: Something that comes natural, Ivie is impossible flexible, fluid with a twisted elegance to her movements. She is also able to compress herself, but to a point. Taste: Partial self-defense, mainly enjoyment, once in close enough proximity, Ivie reaches out, sinking her teeth and a lethal dose of venom into the victim's body. If she willed herself, she could secrete the poison through her pores but its not nearly as effective by touch and more trouble than she'd wish to go through. Bonecrusher: Though not the strongest of fighters, her minimal connection with nature has a perk. Considering she can NOT transform into a snake, as compensation, when possible, she uses the wilderness around her. It works as a way of binding her victim under a wave of greenery before painstakingly crushing them. When not blessed with being a forest-esque surrounding, she resorts to collapsing one's airway the only way she can... History: (later...as in the story later >.>) Other: Has a love for snakes, nature and trouble. Cause life wouldn't be life without it..
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