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| Ravyn Raver | Nov 15 2011, 08:25 PM Post #1 |
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SUPERHERO - SHEILD File Appearance: Ravyn Maria Emori Name: Ravyn Maria Emori Alias: Icebox Age: 25 Gender: Female Ethnicity: Italian Race: Shape Shifter Sexual Orientation: Straight Birthday: True date unknown, but celebrates on March 23rd Height: 5'6" Weight: 127 lbs. Hair color: Usually blonde Eye color: Usually violet Dominant Arm: Ambidextrous Markings/Tattoos: None, but has 6 piercings on her left ear Affiliation: Hero Skill File Main Weapon: 6' hardened white willow bow staff with a black ribbon tied around it Fighting Type: Long distance Fighting Style: None Weapon Skills: -Bow staff sparring -Expert archery marksman -Naginata combat Super-Powered Abilities: -Cryokinesis -Abnormal strength -Limited telekinesis Physical Strengths: -Flexible -Incredibly fast reflexes -Good hand/foot coordination -Can lift 2 tons Physical Weaknesses: -Slow hand/eye coordination -Can only use her thoughts to lift things she can lift with her hands -Slightly clumsy -Cannot lift even a fraction of a pound over 2 tons Mental Strengths: -Level-headed -Patient -Good at multitasking -Calm under pressure Mental Weaknesses: -Somewhat O.C.D. -Becomes angry when her clothes are ruined Additional Info File Personality: Ravyn is a social butterfly, but generally she sticks to the background and listens to the conversation. She has a temper, but it is really hard to anger her. Her O.C.D. doesn't tend to get in the way, but when she's nervous she paces in a line five steps to either side. When she's alone, she's rather quiet and reserved, only coming out of her shell for people she is close to. She tends to be a bit of a rebel. Likes: Cats, Espresso, Coffee flavored gelato, lolita dresses Dislikes: Scuffed shoes, Italian ice, unintelligent people, pants and t shirts, unjustified evil History: COMING SOON Team Affiliation: None Other: Rae can shape shift into anything in a human form, but she can only take on the animal form of a short-haired marmalade cat with lavender-grey eyes. Favorite Quote: "The older I get, the more I embrace my own idiosyncrasies." –Actress Brittany Murphy Theme Song/s: "Fat Lip" by Sum 41 Roleplay Sample: She smiled at the expression on her face when he noticed her hair and body. Just like a dog... He seemed distracted by too many things at once, but his main focus was on her. The little girl playing in the mud puddles nearby claimed his attention momentarily before addressing her once more. "I'm kinda baby-sitting, babe. So if you don't mind...?" He shooed her with his hands, glaring at her in mock anger. She knew full well he was tempted to accept her offer. "Go...suck on some salmon or something. Ya'll like that sort of thing, don'cha?" Her face mirrored genuine shock at him, but then faded into a coy smile. "That what you really want me to do?" Rae stepped closer until she was nearly nose to nose with him. "Or are you hiding your true desires, Badou?" Smirking devilishly, Rae kept unwavering eye contact with him. "Besides, I love kids." The staring contest was a challenge of his authority, and whoever backed downI lost the game of who was the alpha. Edited by Ravyn Raver, Nov 16 2011, 05:32 PM.
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| Ravyn Raver | Nov 25 2011, 05:12 PM Post #2 |
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SUPERHERO - SHEILD File Appearance: Arcadius Argyris Name: Arcadius Gabriel Argyris Alias: The Raven Age: Appears 30, true age unknown Gender: Male Ethnicity: None Race: Angel Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Birthday: Unknown Height: 6’6” Weight: 153 lbs. Hair color:Black with dark blue streaks in the bangs and at the tips that’s barely visible Eye color: When in human form, indigo with almost metallic sky blue veins in them. When in angelic form, metallic sky blue. Dominant Arm: Left Markings/Tattoos: A raven with its wings spread on the left side of his chest Affiliation: Hero Skill File Main Weapon: 6’ broadsword and two matching black Colt .45s Fighting Type: Hand to hand and weapons combat Fighting Style: Mo thai, savate, jiu jitsu, judo Weapon Skills: - Expert marksmanship - Great at sword handling Super-Powered Abilities: - Flight - Limited shape shifting - Healing abilities, including accelerated healing factors and healing others Physical Strengths: - His wings are strong enough to knock out a human with a blow to the head - Can heal people from the brink of death - Can fly as fast as 775mph Physical Weaknesses: - Once the heart stops, he can’t heal the person - Cannot shape shift outside of honing his sight, lengthening and sharpening his nails, and wings - Can’t break the sound barrier without losing consciousness Mental Strengths: - Good at finding a person’s weaknesses - Great with persuasion - Higher than average intelligence and reasoning skills Mental Weaknesses: - INCREDIBLY lonely - Arrogant and a bit cocky Additional Info File Personality: Arrogant, but with a sweet side. Though he tends to push people away with his actions, he’d give anything for someone to ignore his front. Likes: His furniture, his custom combat boots, his leather skinny pants, his weaponry Dislikes: Alcoholics, people more arrogant than him, religious “nuts” History: “Arci”, as he likes to be called, is a second generation archangel. His falling was brought about because he was exiled for being romantically involved with a human. Before being cast from heaven, his brothers ripped his wings from his flesh. They then cast him out, throwing him from the sky. When he landed, he was a mortal, and he stayed in a coma for 5 months. After he woke up, he couldn’t remember what he was, his brothers having implanted the idea into his head that he’d always been mortal, and that his ‘powers’ were caused by a bite from a rabid mutated crow. After some research, he realized what he was and the world he knew would never be accessible again. He rented a small one bedroom apartment over a bar and a few pieces of furniture, and changes location every 20 years, taking his furniture every time. He has done this for the past 150 years, keeping away from the public eye and avoiding getting close to anyone. Team Affiliation: None Other: Knows jiu jitsu, judo, savate, and krav-maga, Fluent in Latin, English, and Aramaic Favorite Quote: “Quoth the Raven, nevermore.” –Poet Edgar Allan Poe Theme Song: “Liar (It Takes One To Know One)” by Taking Back Sunday Roleplay Sample: Vivian smiled, if that’s what you could call it, at the woman as her arm slid through the crook of her own. It wasn’t so much a smile as a tension in her cheeks. She shrugged her hood over her head, shielding herself from light. “So, Valkyria… May I ask why you have full teams of trained mercenaries coming for you? I’m all but a psychopath and I don’t have a price on my head.” She looked up at the night sky, sniffing the air suspiciously. Smells like snow. Within the hour. Faintly, Vivian recalled another piece from her time with the fallen archangel. He hovered over her, tending to her fever with a warm cloth, his wings folded neatly behind him in prim caution. She remembered shaking, delirious with fever, and thinking he was coming to fly her away. Through the window beyond him, she could see a glimmer of snow falling, turning the sky white as the harsh wind whistled it past the window of the shoddy, but heated, apartment. To this day, she couldn’t remember where that apartment was. When she’d woken up, she was in her own bed, and the only trace of the raven-winged stranger was a few feathers. She fingered one that was hanging close to her left breast, remembering how it felt to have them brush against her cheeks. After she’d found it lying on her pillow, she’d tied it into her hair, letting her hair dread slightly around the quill to secure it. While the weather had started to warm during the day, the nights were usually cold, and Viv couldn’t help but hope this attractive, tailed woman would stay with her for the night, if not for the copulation, then for the warmth of another body in an apartment with no heat save a few candles, an oil lamp, and a pot belly stove. The stove would normally be enough for the small apartment, but lately she’d run short on firewood, so most of the time she didn’t burn any. The last fire she’d had was five nights before, and the one before that was when the seraphim left her in her bed. She’d wondered who he was, never knowing, and only getting clues of how he’d taken care of her. The fire was well stoked and hadn’t been unattended for long before she’d woken up. From what she could sense, he’d been gone no more than five minutes. Arcadius watched his former charge, perched above her on one of the gargoyles of the old church, which now served as a commonplace for the homeless and rats of the city. She seemed to be healthy, but he continued to keep track of her. He sensed something else was going to go wrong. Giggling at his own thoughts of what he’d do to her and her companion if given a chance, he spread his wings, airing them out in the crisp air of the late winter night. Vivian looked up at the sky, and he receded into the shadows. He saw his feather tangled into her hair as she played with it. Sighing, he hoped she’d find the message on it. The only way he knew she hadn’t is that she hadn’t showed up at his door yet. He could feel her fondness for him, and he knew she wanted to find him. He just didn’t want to be found unless she figured out his inscription for herself. Speaking to her through her thoughts, he gave her the smallest hint. “Look at the feather’s shaft near the tip…” Seeing her do so, he smiled. She noticed the intricate carvings. In a way, he hoped she’d find him sooner rather than later. He’d grown affectionate of her over the month he’d tended her wounds. The apartment had seemed empty since he’d flown her back to her own place, set the fire in the stove, and left her a few tokens of his fondness. She couldn’t remember anything except what he’d gleaned as a memory. I wish she’d figure it all out soon… Come back to me, Vivian. ((Bit in bold is Arci, the part above is an alternate character of mine, but essential for understanding Arci’s piece.)) I WILL EDIT THIS LATER SO THE WEIRD SYMBOLS GO AWAY. Edited by Ravyn Raver, Mar 30 2012, 01:17 AM.
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| Ravyn Raver | Nov 25 2011, 05:15 PM Post #3 |
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SUPERHERO - SHEILD File Appearance: DiZ Desire Name: Damian Zachariah Jaston Aliases: DiZ, DJ Jazzy, DiZ Desire Age: 16 Gender: Male Ethnicity: German, Irish, Scottish Race: Human Sexual Orientation: Straight Birthday: Height: 5’9” Weight: 160 lbs. Hair color: Silver with sky blue tips in the bangs Eye color: Ice blue Dominant Arm: Right Markings/Tattoos: None Affiliation: Hero Skill File Main Weapon: N/A Fighting Type: N/A Fighting Style: N/A Weapon Skills: - N/A Super-Powered Abilities: - None Physical Strengths: - None Physical Weaknesses: - None Mental Strengths: - Super genius intellect; 205 I.Q. Mental Weaknesses: - Loner Additional Info File Personality: Secluded, but not averse to social interaction. A bit of a know-it-all, but with the factual information to back it up. Women tend to find his quiet demeanor irresistible, seeing his shy mannerisms as innocence. Likes: Building technology, outsmarting people older than him, techno music Dislikes: People who ‘love’ him for his money, country music and rap, unintelligent know-it-alls History: Damian is the sole heir to his parents’ fortune and his father’s company. When Damian was six years old, he was woken in the early hours of the morning and brought to the dean of the private primary school he attended. He was told that his parents had been killed, and that she had received legal guardianship of him. For the next nine years, he grew up under her tyrannical thumb, being controlled to the point of suffocation. When he approached his sixteenth birthday, he applied for emancipation. He received his emancipation a few months after his birthday, taking control of his inheritance and his father’s company. He appointed an Acting Director for the company so he could pursue his successful career as a deejay and an engineer. He builds commissioned technology projects for private corporations. Team Affiliation: None Other: Has several pets, including three 3’ ball pythons (Velma, Moose, Rico), an 8’ Burmese python (Professor Snake), two tree frogs (Tweedledee, Tweedledum), a chameleon (Karma), two bearded dragons (Taco, Lily), a cockatoo (Kurt Cobain), and a seal point Siamese cat (Isis) Favorite Quote: “Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.” -Solbeam Theme Song/s: “Tonight, Tonight” by Smashing Pumpkins Roleplay Sample: COMING SOON Edited by Ravyn Raver, Nov 25 2011, 05:17 PM.
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