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Post by Zoken on Apr 23, 2004 22:12:59 GMT -5
Okay, here is something that can go in a number of places. the thing is when designing your character, pick your favorite urban legend, mythic entity, or sci-fi character.
The Buearuo (That last word is misspelled I know it)
"My Name is Jeremiah Hall. I never really had a normal life. All my life, fire played a major role. My mother and Step-father died in a fire when I was ten. I moved in with my Aunt Agnes. Fire claimed her life when I was 19, and in college. I had to move back to town to manage the family pet store. I love animals. and Fire is what stole the small town life I had in Absence, Wyoming. a fire at a local elementry school. everyone had alwaysed suspected me of the fires that took my parents life, and my Aunts life. I swear I didnt. I loved my mother, my step-father, and my aunt very much. but the "word on the street" was that I was a fire bug. or if you were really old, or really young, they thought me a witch or warlock. I wasnt. It all just happened.
I was about to be arrested one day, the police were cuffing me, when a black sedan pulled into my drive way. the pulled a vauge federal jurisdiction on me, and put me in their car. the second I was in, I was unconscious.
I woke up in my new home. the International Buearo of Anomolous Entities. or as the residents call it, IBAE. it is an organization, reporting to no one specific, to police and monitor creatures the public considers things of myth. as they told me. "All those things you thought were urban legends, myths, lies, and fantasy; Aliens, ghosts, monsters, magic: they are all real.
that was where they told me that I was not totally human. I am what is known as a Fire Starter. a human with a magic power to create and control fire. they have shown me how to exert control over my power, but I can't do much more than start a brush fire. The friends I am meeting....."
"BEEP BEEP, BEEP BEEP"
Jeremiah looks up. "Damn," he mutters. it is his second day. he had awoken late in the first evening and been introduced to the project director, a human he was thank ful to note. he also met a few of the residents. it turned out the facility he was in, was often called up to help in the fight against powerful AE's. the alarm going off meant it was time for his morning meeting. he had been up for two hours, and after watching some of the free satalite TV they provided, decided to do somethign he had been thinking about doing for years; starting a journal.
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Apr 23, 2004 23:51:02 GMT -5
Nyx moved in a rustle of hair. She was just as her name implied, a nyx. She was a creature of darkness, a thin, waif-like woman whose dark hair and wild, storm cloud eyes were usaully all that was seen of her.
She was a creature of magic, or more accurately, of unmagic. She could weave her hair to hide and nullify magic, to shield...
...and she was the last of her gentle, empathic, knowledge loving kind. Stuck here in an american library cum prison. Part of a team she never asked for.
She sighed to hereslf and moved down the hall in a rustle of shadows. She was late for a meeting.
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Post by adam_bat on Apr 24, 2004 0:14:00 GMT -5
Charlie lay propped up by pillows in his bed, idly flipping through channels. The alarm sounded but he dismissed it with a brush of his tail.
He would answer it, eventually. But as far as he was concerned they could wait. Changing the channel again he scratched at the thick fur on his chest then picked his teeth, long curving canines.
Charlie was a lycanthrope, more commonly referred to as a werewolf. He was an oustanding specimen, able to control his shifting to what the people here called an 'astounding degree'. He could slip into several 'forms' of his wolf self. From full human to wolf to wolf man. Even able to double the size he now held if he wanted or needed to.
Charlie was also a very reluctant recruit. It was here or prison, and after some time here he decided it was only a hair or two better than prison. He didn't have a code name, didn't want one, was more often than not confined to quarters, and enjoyed ticking off just about everyone else on the team. It amused him.
One of the few things he enjoyed about this place was the mission, those yielded the possiblity of going out and doing some damage. With that in mind he turned off the tv and rose from the bed, sauntering out of the room and down the hall.
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Post by InsanePenman on Apr 24, 2004 0:21:23 GMT -5
Close behind followed a tall, muscular figure...he was fairly visible though, as his magical...if they could be called that...traits were a good deal obvious. He was an incredibly fair fellow....tall, possessing golden blond hair that fell over his shoulders, and incredibly well-built...but also possessing a pair of wings thatsat idly on his back, twitching of half-flapping on occasion. They were mostly a clean white...but, as the feathers went outwards, they slower got darker, until the very edges, which were deep black.
His real...well...his human name was Nathan Pralt. He went by many names...hadn't decided which fit him most, yet. Plenty of those in his origins had many names, though. He stole, on occasion, the names of the more well-known..."Morningstar", "Asa'el", and, rather than take Mephistopheles, "Faustus." Still, for the sake of a less well-known title, he'd decided upon Neqa'el, one of the Nephilim. For that was of course what he was...a late-born Nephilim.
The name was very important to him. He didn't know why. Still...he was late. Late for a meeting, and he had to hurry. One of his teammates was up agead...Neqa'el walked a bit faster.
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Post by Zoken on Apr 24, 2004 10:23:04 GMT -5
The Hall Jeremiah lived on had only two other residents. The one who lived next door to him was known as Darwin Sapien. Darwin was a super-intelligent Gorilla. that is to say he had the intelligence of a Harvard Graduate. Darwin had grown up deep in the Congo, and spent his youth protecting the tribe of natives near his clan's nesting grounds. he came to with the Buearo because they offered what no one else could... a chance for him to learn.
the other resident of the hall was on the other side of Jeremiah, and she didnt live at all. Her name was Melinda Carter. she was a post-mortim, as was the general term. she was a poltergeist to be specific. she had haunted the school where she had been killed in a shooting. the Buearo had convinced her to leave and join the team.
both Melinda and Darwin were big team players. Jeremiah liked Darwin, he was a good conversationalist, even if it was weird talking to a gorilla. he did not, however, like Melinda. she was very good at what she did, and was always being snide and critizising to Jeremiah.
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Post by adam_bat on Apr 24, 2004 12:29:23 GMT -5
"Buncha lazy asses." Charlie growled, entering the meeting room. "You know its bad when I'M the first one here."
He pulled out a chair and sat down, propping his feet on the table and closing his eyes.
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Post by InsanePenman on Apr 24, 2004 12:36:38 GMT -5
"Quiet, dog." Neqa'el hissed, slipping into the meeting room and taking a seat, just in time to catch the comment. "Some of us have better things to do than sniff ourselves and chase our tail."
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Post by adam_bat on Apr 24, 2004 12:49:42 GMT -5
Charlie cracked an eye open and snarled at Neqa'el. "Yeah? Well what do you gotta do pretty boy? Preen your feathers and comb your golden locks? Go slam into a window somewhere, cus you sure as hell ain't got a chance against me."
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Post by InsanePenman on Apr 24, 2004 12:55:16 GMT -5
"We can see about that sometime." the Nephilim said cooly in reply, smiling wide. "But, I think for now, those we are meeting would much prefer the resident wolfman stay alive...but, eventually, perhaps, I'll get around to...housebreaking you." His grin widened evilly, and then he shook his head, the cruelty in his look fading a bit.
"Actually, I was reading Milton...anything good on TV today?" ...He had mood swings sometime. The human and fallen angel bits of him fluctuated...
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Post by adam_bat on Apr 24, 2004 13:00:10 GMT -5
"Yeah? And maybe I'll make myself a new pillow after I pluck you clean."
He closed his eye again and began rocking slightly in the chair, "Nah, nothin as always. How many hundred channels and there's never a damn thing on? I need a DVD in my room but the bastards won't give me one after what happened to that cop last mission."
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Post by InsanePenman on Apr 24, 2004 13:05:55 GMT -5
"Or maybe I'll turn you into a rug for my quarters...would be a very nice decoration." Neqa'el replied absently, losing interest with the argument...even if he did enjoy threathening the wolfman, he, at the same time, found him one of the most enjoyable companions on the team. Knew how to have fun.
"Well, it was a nice display...worth the loss of a DVD, for a little while."
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Post by adam_bat on Apr 24, 2004 13:12:20 GMT -5
"Nice, it was fricken hillarious. And his fault, but try tellin that to these wind bags."
Shaking his head he cracked his eye again to look at Neqa'el. "Hey, you meet the new guy yet?"
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Post by InsanePenman on Apr 24, 2004 13:19:57 GMT -5
"New guy? No...I haven't. What is he?"
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Post by adam_bat on Apr 24, 2004 13:24:41 GMT -5
Charlie shrugged, "Haven't met him yet either, just caught his scent in the hall. My guess is he's a pyro, smells like matches and gasoline."
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Post by InsanePenman on Apr 24, 2004 13:39:06 GMT -5
"Could be fun then." he noted thoughtfully. "Let's hope he's not as much of a bore as the others about here. No fun in them at all."
"And, of course, that he doesn't singe you fur. Would hate to have my rug looking charred..."
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