[X] My Assistant

[Pyrus Dexter]

There is something wrong with the world. You look around and search every day, but you cannot find what is wrong. You can just sense that something is happening that is not normal, something that you know should not occur.
You live your life in a secret fear...a fear of what that something wrong is.
Then one day...you find out:

For the past ten years, a race of pan dimensional beings called Prazorians have been arriving at earth. When they arrive, they cannot survive on their own as in our dimension they are more like ghosts, spirits or souls. They solved this problem by finding ‘hosts’. A host can be any living creature on earth, but Prazorians prefer to use young humans as hosts because they are the most adaptable and inhabitable creatures.
When a Prazorian chooses a host, they seat themselves in the unconscious part of the mind, subtly controlling and manipulating the host at leisure. These little acts of control are unnoticed and undefinable as the Prazorians are unnoticed by their hosts.
Slowly, the Prazorians have enhanced their hosts without them knowing. These changes are rarely used, as they are things like extreme speed, the ability to fly and super strength which the hosts ‘know’ as being impossible so the hosts’ minds do not allow such a change to be ‘used’ or even acknowledged.
At present, there are approximately twenty Prazorians on earth with hosts that have reached this stage. Slowly, the Prazorians decided to finally reveal themselves to their hosts. In the case of humans, these hosts are older teenagers and young adults, ranging between 15 and 21 years of human age.
When the do reveal themselves, the Prazorians teach their hosts several things:

• Their changes
• The Prazorian's name
• What they want

The Prazorians want a peaceful existence in this dimension, away from the harm and prosecution of another race of pan dimensional beings called Hectomorians.
However, the Hectomorians followed the Prazorians into this dimension and, like the Prazorians, have found that they require hosts to survive here.
Unfortunately, the Hectomorians are ruthless, uncaring and selfish. When they enter a host, they torture and fight the hosts mind into submission. A Hectomorian host still has control over their body, but they are forced to do the will and pleasure of the Hectomorian.
Hectomorians also change their hosts in the same way as Prazorians do, but they do not hesitate in using these changes.
One of these races will die out, the other surviving and becoming one with the creatures of this dimension. If the Prazorians survive, they will be partners with their hosts, being kind and caring, teaching them all they know. If the Hectomorians survive, they will seize control and no living creature will be safe.

How do you know all of this? You are one of the hosts...you were right to fear.

Which side will you choose? Who will you host?
Will you help the Prazorians in their quest for peace?
Or will you help the Hectomorians assume control, becoming an evil to your own world?

1. Follow the Rules. Simple, yet not always understood.
2. All GTS+ Forum Rules apply, as usual.
3. My Word is Law. I mean this in the sense that if you say something is such, I can say no it is not. If you have evidence or supporting reasons as to what you said, you are more than welcome to discuss them, but my word is final.
4. No Godmodding. This is a rule on it's own because it is very important. DO NOT GODMOD! Get it?
5. No single-line posts...please have at least a three sentence paragraph per post. This rule can only be broken to move along a conversation which requires another person's answer or comment to move along.
6. No OOC battles. If you have problems with someone, this is not the place to discuss them.
7. Do not control other peoples characters unless it is ABSOLUTELY neccesary or you have permission. It is only neccesary in cases such as (...) Grabbed (...) and threw him out of the way to dodge the knives or (...) gave a knife to (...) who took it gingerly. Get it?
8. Until further notice, only one character per person.

The race you are host to can gradually change some of your genetics to alter some of your more specific appearance details, such as but not limited to hair colour, skin tone and eye colour. You cannot gain wings or have horns growing from your head or something like that. These changes are practically limitless, but should not make you appear inhuman, as the Hectomorians and Prazorians have a desire to blend in with the rest of humanity for now.
A Hectomorian or Prazorian can also change things such as muscle build to give you inhuman strength and speed, your brain neuropathology to make you much much more intelligent or changing your genetic and metabolic rates to make you regenerate and heal things like scratches and cuts in seconds (and large scale wounds would heal in a day or two). These changes are limited because they require great skill, power and effort on the Hectomorian or Prazorian's part.

The world this RP is set in is modern; 2009. You can play anywhere in the world, but just watch out. If you are in India and were born in USA, it's unlikely you will fluently speak the local language and so on. Try to adhere as much as possible to the real world, as this will make it easier for other players to roleplay around you.

As said in the above spoiler, it is modern times. You can have any weapon from this age or any previous ages, as long as you know it has been made before, and is still able to be found today.

Username: (Current, plus previous if you have changed within the last week)
Character Name: (First and last, plus middle if desired)
Age: (Between 15 and 21)
Gender: (Male or Female)
Host to: (Name) - (Prazorian or Hectomorian)

Appearance: (Two or more substantial paragraphs. Images are acceptable as long as they are hidden in a spoiler to save space or just a link to an image.
This should include everything from eye colour and hair colour, to clothing and weaponry.)
Personality: (Two or more substantial paragraphs. Should include how your character acts ‘alone’ or around others and how your characters motivation is achieved. Intelligence can also be specified here.)
History: (Should include birth country and/or place as well as important details...if your character is quiet and anti-social, the explanation to why would be included here as a recount of the events which caused it and things like that)
Changes: (Two major changes and one minor, plus an explanation of each.)

Current Location: (City, Country)
Current Status: (Things like employment, whether or not you have an injury or disability and anything else relating to what is happening to/around you now)

RolePlaying Sample: (A sample and link to a post you have made in another RP. This is a serious RP and I would like experienced Role-Players.)

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[u][b]Username:[/b][/u] (Current, plus previous if you have changed within the last week)
[size=3][u][b]Character Name:[/b][/u] (First and last, plus middle if desired)
[/size][size=2][u][b]Age:[/b][/u] (Between 15 and 21)
[u][b]Gender:[/b][/u] (Male or Female)
[u][b]Host to:[/b][/u] (Name) - (Prazorian or Hectomorian)[/size]

[size="2"][u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u][/size] (Two or more substantial paragraphs. Images are acceptable as long as they are hidden in a spoiler to save space or just a link to an image.
This should include everything from eye colour and hair colour, to clothing and weaponry.)
[size="2"][b][u]Personality:[/u][/b][/size] (Two or more substantial paragraphs. Should include how your character acts ‘alone’ or around others and how your characters motivation is achieved. Intelligence can also be specified here.)
[size="2"][b][u]History:[/u][/b][/size] (Should include birth country and/or place as well as important details...if your character is quiet and anti-social, the explanation to why would be included here as a recount of the events which caused it and things like that)
[size=2][b][u]Changes:[/u][/b][/size] (Two major changes and one minor, plus an explanation of each.)

[b][u]Current Location:[/u][/b] (City, Country)
[b][u]Current Status:[/u][/b] (Things like employment, whether or not you have an injury or disability and anything else relating to what is happening to/around you now)

[i][b][u]RolePlaying Sample:[/u][/b] (A sample and link to a post you have made in another RP. This is a serious RP and I would like experienced Role-Players.)[/i]

Here is an example:
Username: I am Dexter
Character Name: Dexter V.M.A. Signeus (V.M.A.=Vincent Marcus Alexander)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Host to: Dante - Prazorian

Appearance: Dexter is 6ft, very pale and has bright red hair. He has dark crimson eyes which look like they are as deep as the earth's core.
He is well-built, and his muscles can plainly be seen beneath his skin...when you can see it. He rarely shows his skin because of his clothes.
Dexter wears a long black collarless shirt, black long pants with pockets, a long black trench coat, black and silver gauntlets, black sneakers and a bracelet.
He carries a Katana on his left hip, under his coat. It cannot be seen when sheathed unless he pulls his coat back. Slung across his back is a hand-and-a-half sword. On his right hip (also hidden when holstered) is a customized gun (made by Brazos Custom).
Personality:He prefers a smaller group of people to being around large crowds, and likes to spend time alone. He suffers from a mild form of depression and is often down and silent.
Being extremely intelligent at 190IQ, he is quick and calculative person, often using logic to a point which confuses most. He can calculate complex mathematical problems in seconds and do calculus in his head easily.
He is motivated by the fact that Hectomorians want to rule the world, and he thinks this is extremely unfair and does not take into account the fact that humans were here first.
His Prazorian, Dante, is much the same as Dexter and they work together very well, hardly disagreeing. Both Dante and Dexter have a thirst for danger and they both like to fight, so that is what they do.
History: Dexter was born and raised in Australia. He lived a middle class life, but was extremely smart and tall for his age. Despite appearing highly muscular, he earned the nickname 'nerd' very quickly, which he took offense to. He disliked sports though, and he spent most of his time on computers and reading books. This lead him to be even smarter, exceeding the requirement to join Mensa (150) when he was eight, and had an IQ around the 190 mark when he turned 15.
When he was a small boy, he got lost in a large crowd at a festival and wasn't found for five hours. This resulted in his preference for small groups of people to large.
When Dante revealed himself to Dexter, Dexter ran away from home and flew to the United States, where the majority of Hectomorians were. They wish to rid the world of Hectomorians and allow Prazorians to live.
Changes:

• Major: Extreme Muscular enhancement - Dexter's muscles have been dramatically enhanced, but not enlarged in size. He can punch through walls, jump very high and snap steel supporting beams with ease. Dante changed Dexter this way so that they could fight the Hectomorians.
• Major: Extreme Intelligence - Dante, sensing Dexter's already high IQ, changed Dexter's nueropathology, making Dexter's intelligence rise dramatically and making him like an extremely fast supercomputer. Dexter's IQ when he uses this change is around 500 if measured using standard tests, however these tests cannot measure the potential of Dexter's intelligence.
• Minor: Regeneration - Being Dexter's minor change, Dexter does not regenerate at an extreme rate, but at about 2/3 of the normal time needed to heal. Dante changed Dexter this way because Dexter was so young and Dante wanted to protect his host.

Current Location: New York, USA
Current Status: Just flew in from Australia, Has known Dante for around a month now.

RolePlaying Sample:

Dexter

Dexter headed for his room.
When he got there, he picked up his equipment which he had already laid out earlier. He had planned this for many months.
He picked up his katana in it's sheath and tied it to his belt on his left hip under his coat. He also picked up his handgun and placed it in it's holster on his back right hip. He gathered his other items which included money (enough...for sure) and identification if he needed to pass borders.
He went over to his window and opened it. He got up on the sill, looked around with his near perfect night vision to see if anyone was around, then flipped of the sill down two floors onto the estate lawns.
He looked around. Still quiet.
He ran for the fence which took him about 3 seconds with his speed. Stealthily, he climbed the fence and ran from the estate as fast as he could.

Soon enough, he stopped.
He looked around.
He was in a commercial district, there was a bar a couple of stores down. He carefully crept through the shadows up to the door and peered in.
It was packed.
He knew he didn't look old enough, so Dexter crept to the opposite side of the road to await his victim.
He needed human blood for the trip ahead, and he wanted it fresh so it would last longer.
Silently and invisibly, he waited for the door to open in the shadows...

Here is the link.

When you post the form, please have both a normal version and a version of your form in a code box in a spoiler.
(use this if you are lazy, remove the apostrophe)

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Also, here is an update form for when we get further on in the RP.

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Character Name:
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Importance: (Rank from 1-5, five being least important.)

More Info will find it's way in here eventually...but for now, I'm good.
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Accepted Profiles:

Username: I am Dexter
Character Name: Dexter V.M.A. Signeus (V.M.A.=Vincent Marcus Alexander)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Host to: Dante - Prazorian

Appearance: Dexter is 6ft, very pale and has bright red hair. He has dark crimson eyes which look like they are as deep as the earth's core.
He is well-built, and his muscles can plainly be seen beneath his skin...when you can see it. He rarely shows his skin because of his clothes.
Dexter wears a long black collarless shirt, black long pants with pockets, a long black trench coat, black and silver gauntlets, black sneakers and a bracelet.
He carries a Katana on his left hip, under his coat. It cannot be seen when sheathed unless he pulls his coat back. Slung across his back is a hand-and-a-half sword. On his right hip (also hidden when holstered) is a customized gun (made by Brazos Custom).
Personality:He prefers a smaller group of people to being around large crowds, and likes to spend time alone. He suffers from a mild form of depression and is often down and silent.
Being extremely intelligent at 190IQ, he is quick and calculative person, often using logic to a point which confuses most. He can calculate complex mathematical problems in seconds and do calculus in his head easily.
He is motivated by the fact that Hectomorians want to rule the world, and he thinks this is extremely unfair and does not take into account the fact that humans were here first.
His Prazorian, Dante, is much the same as Dexter and they work together very well, hardly disagreeing. Both Dante and Dexter have a thirst for danger and they both like to fight, so that is what they do.
History: Dexter was born and raised in Australia. He lived a middle class life, but was extremely smart and tall for his age. Despite appearing highly muscular, he earned the nickname 'nerd' very quickly, which he took offense to. He disliked sports though, and he spent most of his time on computers and reading books. This lead him to be even smarter, exceeding the requirement to join Mensa (150) when he was eight, and had an IQ around the 190 mark when he turned 15.
When he was a small boy, he got lost in a large crowd at a festival and wasn't found for five hours. This resulted in his preference for small groups of people to large.
When Dante revealed himself to Dexter, Dexter ran away from home and flew to the United States, where the majority of Hectomorians were. They wish to rid the world of Hectomorians and allow Prazorians to live.
Changes:

• Major: Extreme Muscular enhancement - Dexter's muscles have been dramatically enhanced, but not enlarged in size. He can punch through walls, jump very high and snap steel supporting beams with ease. Dante changed Dexter this way so that they could fight the Hectomorians.
• Major: Extreme Intelligence - Dante, sensing Dexter's already high IQ, changed Dexter's nueropathology, making Dexter's intelligence rise dramatically and making him like an extremely fast supercomputer. Dexter's IQ when he uses this change is around 500 if measured using standard tests, however these tests cannot measure the potential of Dexter's intelligence.
• Minor: Regeneration - Being Dexter's minor change, Dexter does not regenerate at an extreme rate, but at about 2/3 of the normal time needed to heal. Dante changed Dexter this way because Dexter was so young and Dante wanted to protect his host.

Current Location: New York, USA
Current Status: Just flew in from Australia, Has known Dante for around a month now.

RolePlaying Sample:

Dexter

Dexter headed for his room.
When he got there, he picked up his equipment which he had already laid out earlier. He had planned this for many months.
He picked up his katana in it's sheath and tied it to his belt on his left hip under his coat. He also picked up his handgun and placed it in it's holster on his back right hip. He gathered his other items which included money (enough...for sure) and identification if he needed to pass borders.
He went over to his window and opened it. He got up on the sill, looked around with his near perfect night vision to see if anyone was around, then flipped of the sill down two floors onto the estate lawns.
He looked around. Still quiet.
He ran for the fence which took him about 3 seconds with his speed. Stealthily, he climbed the fence and ran from the estate as fast as he could.

Soon enough, he stopped.
He looked around.
He was in a commercial district, there was a bar a couple of stores down. He carefully crept through the shadows up to the door and peered in.
It was packed.
He knew he didn't look old enough, so Dexter crept to the opposite side of the road to await his victim.
He needed human blood for the trip ahead, and he wanted it fresh so it would last longer.
Silently and invisibly, he waited for the door to open in the shadows...

Here is the link.

Username: Shadow Dragon
Character Name: Sloan Hyde
Age: 16 and because I can, birthday is on December 12th :3
Gender: Female
Host to: Amit ( :’ D)- Prazorian

Appearance: Sloan Hyde is a tall girl, standing at 5'10" with ash brown hair, tied up in a bun-like style with a single braid on the right, thought her hair come to shoulder-length in the back, kept down, while her bangs go down to about half-way down her torso, and has reddish-brown eyes. On both of her ear lopes, Sloan wares silver-colored stud earrings, and has a gold ring on her left hand, nothing special, just a ring.

As for clothing, Sloan wares a rather dark purple spaghetti strap shirt, which has sleeves that go a bit past the elbows, with a fishnet-design shirt underneath. Sometimes, Sloan wares a black trench coat, and when not warring it she tends to just put it around her shoulders instead of carrying it. She wares black jeans, ripped, that are rolled up to ankle length, since it appears that the jeans may be to long for her. As for footwear, it’s more common for Sloan to ware black stiletto hell boots. Lastly, for accessories, she wares fishnet elbow-length gloves, thought they only go to a bit past to wrist, and a black leather, studded choker, with a small golden bat-shaped pendent on it. Sloan also wares a black leather belt, silver studded also.

Alas, Sloan only carries round two weapons. The first is a completely black Semmerling Gun, hidden under her right jean leg. The second is a Winchester Riot Knife, which hides in an inner pocket of her trench coat. A third weapon, which Sloan doesn’t consider a weapon at all, really, is a deep red pocket knife in her left jean pocket.

Personality: Sloan, par say, is more of the tom-boy girl, gothic if you want, and a loner-type, not wanting to accept much help from others, only if needed. She’s a tough shell to crack, stubborn, and has a bit of a temper at times. Thought, on the inside, Sloan is kind and warm-heart. But, it’s a bit rare to see actually open up to anyone really, and stays quiet most of the time, especially if in large crowds.

When alone, it’s common for Sloan to find herself talking, to herself. So far, she has yet to kick that habit. Sometimes, Sloan dose accidentally slip up the habit and talk to herself when around a crowd of people at times. Alas, to finish it off, Sloan doesn’t make many friends nowadays, but keeps her existing friends close to her. Lastly, Sloan learns her fighting skills from her father, a former army man, and a bit from her older brother. Amit is happy knowing this.

History: Sloan was born to a small, middle class family, with a loving mother and father, and a older brother, Skyler, who was nine when Sloan was born. Her mother, Abigail, worked as a high-school teacher, while her father, Jim, worked as a banker. Thought middle class, both Abigail and Jim always tried to give both Sloan and Skyler the best childhood they could give their two children. As for the children, the two Hydes both had peaceful childhoods, quiet and joyful.

When the Sloan was ten, Skyler was nineteen; their mother came down with cancer, lung cancer to be correct. Jim went into, par says, a slight depression as his wife was in the Hospital. Thought, luckily, once the surgery was done, Jim’s depression lifted a bit, but not fully yet. Alas, it took a few days, weeks if you want, before Abigail was released from the hospital.

With their mother home, the sadness turned to happiness, sorrow was replaced with joy. It stayed that way for some time, luckily. As her sixteenth year of life rolled by, Sloan could tell something was wrong, but just coulden’t place what. Soon enough, that’s where our ~wonderful~ friend Amit came in. Thought surprised and curious, to be honest, Sloan was rather scared when he revealed himself really. But, luckily, in two week’s time, Sloan got used to Amit, despite his annoying ways.

Now let’s hope they don’t kill each other before this battle is over.

Changes:;
Major #1 – Enhanced Speed; enhanced speed, making Sloan rather fast, but is only used when need quick-escapes and such. Never used in such things as track or such.

Major #2 – Enhanced Seeing; Able to see better in the dark, a bit like night-vision if you want to call it, given by Amit to be able to stalk the enemies better at night.

Minor – Enhanced Strength; Amit had given Sloan a minor adjustment to her strength, thought it’s not noticeable by just the eye. Thought, her strength hadn’t been enhanced that much, but Amit had wanted to give Sloan more power to fight off the Hectomorians.

Current Location: New Jersey, U.S of A.

Current Status: Attending High School, Freshman, oh joy. Current living place is at parents. As for Amit, he has been only known for, par says, roughly three weeks. Lets just also say he enjoys torturing Sloan~
:’ D

RolePlaying Sample: You know how I RP :<
[i]A post in ‘Describing the Sky’

‘Where…where am I?’

That was the only thought that ran through the girl’s head as she slowly awoke. She rolled to her side, have previously been on her back, and stared into the inky darkness. Stupid guards, just throwing her into the cell like that.

“I’ll teach them a lesson, some day,” Tina said to herself, picking up the small hair accessory of hers on the ground, which had fallen off, and putting it back into her hair. The bow was a bit torn, but it was still in good condition, saved for the dust on it. Tina got up herself, her heels making a small click on the cold ground, and dusted herself off. She gave a small frown, looking at the slight tare in her white stockings. For now, Tina’s eyes where not quiet adjusted to the darkness, but she could still easily see other figures in the cells, about three.

‘Not many,’ Tina thought to herself, turning to look at the cell she was in. It was empty, saved for a nailed down cot, and a square hole in ground.

‘Oh god no,’ Was the only thought that entered Tina’s mind when she saw the hole. She turned away, and laid now on the cot, not comfy at all. A slight noise came from her pocket, where Tina took out a small device she had gotta when she had first came to this strange place. The main color of it was black, while a texture around the small square screen, buttons, and the straps where a light purple color. Tina put the small device next to her, while Tina herself closed her eyes for now.

Thought, it didn’t last long, where a bright light was in front of her, making her open her eyes. Tina gasped, looking at the large egg that had appeared in front of her. As the light faded, the egg almost fell, but was caught just in time by Tina. She looked at it in awe; it was too big for a chicken egg, and far too fancy. It was cream colored, as well as a pale purple color around it, and a bit of black also.

“Now, this is just too strange for my liking…” Tina said to herself, holding the egg in her arms, putting it close to her. Her blond locks fell around it as she lowered her head to wards it, hoping to give it extra warmth in the cold dark dungeon.

This was going to be a long day.

Username: Runi
Character Name: Drayle Mukuno Mirella
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Host to: Ragnok - Hectomorian

Appearance: --It was either this or the Zombie Girl--
Drayle stands at an even 6 feet, not an inch more, and more than often styles his deep, black hair in a high, loose ponytail. Untied, his hair flows to around his belly button, resulting in his ponytail hovering around his mid-back. It’s an uneven cut, resulting in hair sticking up in different directions even though it’s tied, while his front bangs fare no better. They hang shaggily around his cheeks, while a shorter portion is cut loosely above his eyes. Before the one of the Hectomorian’s declared him as his host, he had deep green eyes, but currently, his right eye is a large, red iris.

Drayle tends to wear dark clothes, which makes his barely touched skin seem alarmingly pale. Often seen in black slacks and shoes, his shirts tend to vary in earthy colours. However, considering the fact that the shirts he wears almost always tend to show his belly button, they look more like wraps than anything else. He also wears a simple, unbuttoned white dress shirt, though it’s moreover just to add a collar than for anything else. Also sporting a simple black jacket that seems to make his soft features and face sharper, it has a pink peony embroidered onto it.

Because of his origins, he keeps a multitude of different guns on him at any time, hidden in places that are often hard to spot. They can range no bigger than the palm of your hand to the size of your whole arm. Not many people are entirely sure how he keeps them without being caught red handed. Still, he always manages to pull out his favorite Flli Pietta at any given time. All the guns that he carries are Italian made, and when he’s forced to forgo his favorite choice of weapon, he uses a dagger kept underneath his shirt and tasers that he keeps strapped to his legs.

Personality: Drayle doesn’t exactly have the strongest personality, to say the least. Though many would assume he would have a personality to match his stony looks, he’s surprisingly well mannered and agrees with mostly anything. Somewhat of a pushover, he has trouble asserting whatever he wants and isn’t a forceful person. He has difficulties making up his mind and often begins to ramble if you get him talking for long enough.

However, the latter isn’t very likely to happen. He gets nervous around others and evades questions like the plague. He has trouble connecting with other people, often giving off a nervous silence at times. He’s not accustomed to smiling, so he doesn’t do it much, nor does he laugh in a particularly wholehearted manner. He is perceptive, but has trouble stating what he sees and is easily scandalized. Whenever he’s embarrassed, uncomfortable or mentally scarred, he will ramble about the subject unless someone lands a solid hit against his head.

Whenever he’s alone, he allows himself to think, and has an average intelligence. He sees details rather than the whole picture, which means that he’ll have trouble grasping a concept, but when he finally does, it’s usually with a clearer understanding than others. However, it’s at these times that Ragnok pops up and begins talking to him. Though he’s the only one that can hear the Hectomorian, he responds out loud, making an interesting scene. Whenever Ragnok chooses, she’ll begin conversations with her host, often teasing and verbally harassing him while he splutters to make a comeback.

However, Ragnok isn’t out for blood, and finds enough amusement in taunting her host because she knows he can’t fight back. She makes fun of any Prazorians to Drayle, causing him to try (and fail) to disagree. As much as she would enjoy to see them wiped out, she doesn’t want to be the one to do it and is just as reluctant to make her host do the same, even if she dominates him on a regular basis.

History: Drayle was born in Sicily, Italy, while his father ruled the underworld as the Mafia’s (not just some knock off) boss. He was one of three, meaning that he was born a triplet with his two other brothers within the Cosa Nostra. Being raised there, he learned the ways of the Mafia, which would explain the multiple firearms on his body at one time.

His two brothers, who were ironically a few minutes behind him in the womb, showed more interest in their father’s work then Drayle could ever hope to. Senter had a dominating and charismatic personality, while Mercer was analytical and sadistic. Even though the three were identical and could never be seen without another until the age of 16, the differences between them were evident.

Even though their mother, a baker until she married the Mafia boss, doted on Mercer and Senter more then Drayle, it was their father that showed an interest in the elder triplet. He was the one who taught how to manage the weapons, and was the one to strap all of them onto his son in the first place. However, Drayle’s brothers never held this fact against him, as they often kept him around as a sort of self-confidence booster for the two. They were home tutored by hired teachers, and finished learning at around the age of 15 with the degree of a university student.

They lived relatively normal lives, as any Mafia boss son could, attended school and learned the ways of the family. When they hit 16, it was no surprise that Senter would be their father’s right hand man while Mercer the left. Drayle wasn’t very put out, but it was later revealed to the teen that he was arranged a marriage in the States with someone who would aid the family, more specifically, the Narettes. Even though he was left mentally scarred by being forced to marry a woman 10 years his senior, he was eventually flown to the USA capital to meet her.

However, his fiancée’s life was cut short not a week after he landed. It turned out that she had played host to a Hectomorian named Ragnok, and had been eliminated by Prazorians that feared for their life. Since he was the first to find her, Ragnok jumped at the chance for a new host and assumed Drayle as her new one. A year passed after the incident, him now remaining in the States with the family he was suppose to marry into and a being using him as a host to survive on earth.

Changes:

~Major - Regeneration: It takes a few minutes for a substantial scrape or bruise (anything around the skin area of his forearm) to heal, while things like paper cuts and knuckle scrapes don’t’ even seem to phase him. Large, almost lethal wounds and broken bones tend to take a day or two to heal. Because Ragnok is conservative in her powers, she can do this with ease.

~Major - Reflexes: Drayle now seems able to react to things before they hit him, including everything from punches to slips and can right himself in an instant. It seems all natural as he dodges bullets and blocks kicks with ease, and even seems to be able to defend himself in his sleep.

~Minor -Targeting: His aim may have been good before, but with the help of Ragnok, it’s almost impossible for him to miss his mark.

Current Location: Washington, USA.
Current Status: Working with the Narette family, an underground mafia ring, in the States. Has been a host for a year.

RolePlaying Sample:

Mars blinked as she followed Cyrus and eventually came upon Jupiter and Saturn. She frowned as she saw the other female Commander, and plugged her ears while the purple haired woman screamed. She caught the woman’s glare, but giggled under her breath at her reaction to Cyrus.

’That’ll show her,’ She thought as she eyed the rest of the Pokémon. Saturn’s looked like they had hardly changed next to Jupiter’s. Before she could do anything else, an ear splitting shriek caught her and all of her Pokémon off guard.

Mars hissed and used her hands to block the sound, while the Pokémon behind her had varying reactions. Electabuzz and Bronzong weren’t affected in the least, the former used to the loud thunder cracks he made constantly and the latter blocking it out. The cry left the rest of her Pokémon, groaning as they tried to get the ringing out of their ears.

“Mars, I’m cold” Purugly spoke, still shivering from his lack of fur but moreover trying to distract the commander from the howl. Bronzong didn’t blink as her attention shifted from Elias to the direction of the roar.

“Giratina,” The genderless Pokémon spoke, though with a definite female tone. Mars turned to the floating Pokémon and gave her a wary look.

“You mean…that shadowy Pokémon? How do you know its name?” She asked her Pokémon, before looking at the rest of her team. They all seemed uneasy now, with their trainer’s gaze harsh upon them.

Sighing, she turned to look at the rest of the team before her face went as crimson as her hair when Saturn’s Bronzor lifted his shirt off him. Meeping before averting her eyes, she awaited Cyrus’s response but turned to Jupiter sharply as the older woman mocked her.

“At least I was better than you. After all, I didn’t end up killing everyone’s eardrums with that screech of yours,” She retorted, giving a haughty smirk to the commander. However, the smile fell as she gazed at her Pokémon. They seemed to know something, and the fact that they were hiding it made her feel uneasy. Was it because she was the one holding the orb? Fidgeting, she looked at Cyrus yet again.

“Sir, what do you want to do?” She asked, a forced, serious look on her face.

I do believe this RP died slightly inside.

Username: Warden Notes

Character Name: Andrew Smith
Age: 17 (and a half)
Gender: Male
Host to: Andrew - Prazorian

Appearance: Andrew Smith is 5' 8" and of healthy proportions. His life in Antarctica has caused his skin to become pale, but recent travels outside have tanned it significantly. This has caused his skin to be a deep mix of tan and pale skin. He is fairly muscular, but rarely trains it, keeping the muscles through constant life outside.
Andrew, unlike other scientists in the base, wears casual clothes all the time. When in the laboratory, he wears a plain white lab coat as standard procedure, but always wears a T-shirt underneath. As it is the Antarctic summer, it is constantly in the range of 20-30 degrees Celsius, so he wears a T-shirt when traveling outside the base. If it is a long trip, he always takes a large backpack with him, filled with spare supplies, food and his laptop.
Andrew always carries a small pocket knife with him, no matter where he is. When outside the base, he usually carries a machete and an ice pick, in case he becomes trapped or cornered by wild animals. He never carries any sort of ranged weapon unless it is absolutely necessary, as he is more adjusted to hand-to-hand combat.
Personality: Andrew is a brave and courageous person, required traits for all workers at the base. He never backs down to a challenge and constantly applies himself to anything he does.
When alone, Andrew reflects on many things in his head, even daydreaming occasionally. This happens in one half of his mind, while his other half controls his actions intuitively and subconsciously. This can sometimes find him momentarily lost, until he realises what he should have been doing while reflecting.
When with other people, Andrew finds himself daydreaming more often than when he is alone, but this often goes unnoticed by others. While daydreaming, Andrew is half-aware of events that happen and can always remember what happens during his daydreams.
Andrew is of exceptionally high intelligence, with an IQ of just above 200. He doesn't care about this, as he feels that he has no need for this due to being general knowledge. He is an atheist, but only because he believes in his work, not in any outside influence.
History: Andrew was born in Australia to two spies, the best of the best. He was given exceptional hand-to-hand and ranged combat, and has learned to master any weapon and vehicle that he is given. All this was done before he graduated from primary school. As he went to secondary school, he decided to not be a spy and become a scientist instead, which was easy to do due to his high intelligence. He completed school two years early and even finished university in one year. To pay for his university fees and to get excellent experience in the field of science, he took the position of junior scientist in Antarctica, where he now lives. Unfortunately, he was a target by both sides of the beings, and his body is occasionally harmed by itself when a Hectomorian attacks.
Changes:

• Flight
  • Major
  • Due to a mutant hormone provided by his Prazorian, Andrew gained the ability to repel the Earth's magnetic and gravitational fields, allowing him the ability to move him throughout the sky. He can travel no higher than the clouds, and can travel faster and further the lower he is to the ground. In a desert which can become sub-zero in a matter of minutes, this is necessary to provide both quick transport and heat (due to friction with the air).
• Increased strength and flexibility
  • Major
  • With regular tightening, stretching and toning of the non-skeletal parts of his body by his Prazorian, Andrew has gained increased strength and flexibility. His body proportions are exactly the same as before, but he has become much stronger and more flexible. This helps him gain additional agility and can help in case he gets trapped.
• Increased brain power
  • Minor
  • As he already had extremely high intelligence to start with, Andrew's Prazorian gifted Andrew with additional brain power. With extreme concentration, Andrew can move small objects with his mind and also read some peoples minds. He can also remember almost everything he learns, and is able to have fast regeneration of brain matter.

Current Location: Antarctica
Current Status: Base Junior Scientist

RolePlaying Sample: Why give an example when I can easily direct you to multiple RPs? You also know my experience in RPs.

Username: Sheria
Character Name: Alanna "Shady" Carter
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Host to: Sabre - Prazorian

Appearance:
Shady stands 5'8 and is pale skinned, having thick, long mid-back length cyan colored hair, which is usually excused as being 'dyed' although, it was a slowly developed change. Its styled into a 'choppy' look, having a layered fringe falter aside and above her right eye. Two thick longs strand hang loose over her shoulders, the shorter strands feathering either sides of her face. Her eyes shine an even brighter blue, also a change, outlined with thin black eyeliner making the blue seem endlessly brighter.

She is slim, having a flat stomach, although rounded at the bust and hips. Apparent forms of toned muscle can be seen in her arms, though not manly just enough to look as if she can fend her own. She wears a long white t-shirt which ends mid-thigh, it cuts across her shoulders, leaving no straps apart from the black ones of her bra showing; its long sleeved, covering most of her hands apart from the tips of her fingers. The design on the front is a mess of Pink and red hearts, being coiled up in black swirls, blue music notes and white with blue tipped angel wings hanging broken, lop sided sprawled across the whole top. She wears long black boot-cut jeans, with a pink studied belt hanging sidewards, its long enough that it just peers out from the length of the top. Her footwear consists of a pair of black converse with bright blue, neon laces.

since where she lives is usually cold, shes usually either seen wearing a thin black cardigan, same length as her top, over her T-shirt or a buttoned up black jacket, with a furred collar and a large black bow belt, the tassels hang low down to the ground, the tips just brushing it when she walks.

Accessories consist of, all of her left ear pierced in silver hoops, and three on her right ear at the top. A tongue piercing, a small silver watch, a gold ring with a red gem on her right handed little finger. One thing she always wears is a wolf pendant having it represent her 'spiritual guardian' or, what she likes to call Sabre.

Weapons, consist of several small knives tucked into the sides of her shoes, and attached to her belt hidden under the long shirt.

Personality:
Shady is pretty laid back and easy going, liking to have a laugh with those around her when the moods right otherwise she will remain quiet and if people don't leave her to it, or don't understand that's classed as their 'problem.' She doesn't trust people easily after undergoing many 'friendship trials', the aura she gives off even when showing 'apparent fondness of a person' easily wards them away, always giving the feeling their 'distanced' from 'her world.' She knows that's how it is, and doesn't mind even if its lonely sometimes. One day, their will be those worth knowing.

Shady falls into depressive stages, where she won't have the will to move, or motivation to go on and other times, she will feel completely on the move, at any second always wanting to help or do something 'more' and exciting. Usually, what the day consists of will spur these mood changes. She can be extremely enthusiastic, or easy tempered.

She can be unbelievably sensitive around things she 'does' care about, and one wrong word will throw her into endless tears or sadness until cheered up, or further disciplined herself. Under all the coldness and the observational glares, calculated meetings she is kind and will loyally stick by anyone considered a friend, or close. Just like a wolf, family is her most important string to life and duty comes first rather than material things.

Sabre is much like his host, although considerably unsociable, only speaking when willed to, or when its needed. He is protective and cold to insignificant beings. He is eager to fight, although respects his hosts desire against inflicting too much damage unless necessary. He has caused a few mental changes since taking to Shady, making decisions quick and sharp.

History:
Shady's lived and grew up in England, having several homes since she was born, all being in different places. One was in a rough estate, where people who stole cars, robbed houses and tied horses out on their lawns lived at a younger age to a more peaceful environment like a farm house, where nobody lived for miles, only having being able to socialize at school. There was three people she knew at her very first school and grew close to them. They played all the time and knew each other for a long, long time.

When they grew up, they started to become more distant and since Shady had to move again with her mother, the one year 'cut off' time away from those friends only made ties worse. She had different interests and idea's to the people she met at another school, having being made fun of for the rest of her school years made her lack social skills and stray away from the usual groups of friends. Names like 'freak' or 'weirdo' didn't work well...

Eventually, she picked up running one day, not realizing she had a knack for it until she beat everyone in her class at 'track' even those in 'clubs.' Although gaining too much attention just caused her to quit and carry on unnoticed. Eventually when high school came around, she got in touch with her 'best friends' again only to find out they'd drastically changed, in a very bad way. Them friendships died quickly.

After a while, everything changed into 'lumps' of loneliness, and she then took to creativity. Drawing, writing, keeping head in books. When sabre revealed himself, Shady was more than pleased to hear about his species problems, she wanted to help. It was something she was more than grateful about for being chosen. After the girls keen sight to help, Sabre's coldness even parted open-heartedly to the strange girl and they both agreed to work together in defeating the threat.

Changes:
1st Major - Enhanced speed. Shady was a particularly fast runner to begin with and since she never really agreed with violence as a whole, Sabre chose this development varying it into a 'naturally developed skill' although certain limitations proceed the human body.

2nd major - Enhanced Jumping. This allows shady to jump to places the average human wouldn't be able to, like a rooftops, or high places.

3rd 'skill' - Sharp senses. Gained the ability to focus easily on distant figures, or faint sounds; reacting quickly to big situations.

Current Location: (Manchester, England)
Current Status: Taking a plane to New York after being persuaded by Sabre. Currently at the airport. Has known Sabre for about 6 months.

RolePlaying Sample:

Sheria sat upon a windowsill within the base of Lycan's and Werewolves, humming quietly to to no one in particular. Outside the moon was bright, darkness engulfed all to be seen aside the bright illuminating rays. Peace curled around their home for a while until chaos spilled into the walls. She watched a figure like a rocket sweep through the entrance, the bulky shadow flickering desperately through every visible light and window.

Whines bellowed endlessly, commotion and chatter taunting, echoing. Sheria stood slowly, eying one corridor in particular which lead to where the screams and visible sorrow hummed from. She stroked through the long locks of brown in study, then trudged forwards, 'clacks' echoed steadily along the floor.

Managing to reach one room, there were medics talking to each other quietly, in hope for the victim of the mess 'Callisto' didn't hear.

"You know, its rude to talk about others when they can't hear you" Sheria glared, opening the door wider to reveal who it was. The medics turned quickly "A-ah y-yes. It is..." One bowed his head in light shame. Still, curiosity also kept her attention, having the large figure from earlier pass, weeping silently. She watched his frame fall into her shadow then mellow into the corridors nothingness.

"So, I demand to hear whats happening..." She commanded, not usually forcing a voice of authority.

The medics explained, with every passing word the female Lycans expressions continued to change.

"What a complete - He's running into a freakin' death trap! The crazy fool!!" She yelled irritatedly. Not only was one of their kind dead, he wanted to put that life to waste and kill himself along with it. It did make some sense, but not what 'she' wanted to hear.

"I'm going too" The medics also protested but then fell quiet under a short stare before she set off, short cutting out one of the windows and jumping from the many ledges till hitting the ground. She steadied herself with her hands, then laid out a quick path ahead. Never, ever had she been expected to wander completely over to Seattle and now, she was- out of free will. She sighed irritably, then rushed off into the shadows, racing to beat him before he, Callisto also fell into death.

She heard mutters and pushed herself to a skid, watching the access dirt and sand fled in the light breeze. They talked of a small boy, asking for change and then tossed aside by a man. A little unamused, she continued on at a slower pace if they were still talking about it, they shouldn't have been that far ahead.

'still no sign of them...' Sheria calmly entered Seattle with no problem at all, walking on a street which vague scent of blood curdled amongst. 'this must have been where it happened' she thought, grimly. Still the only ones who was here were by passers, staring at her strangely. She didn't look at them, but focused on something more interesting... A dark alley way.

Tooth69 - Unfinished Profile

RP is HERE!!!

This post has been edited by I am Dexter: Sep 7 2009, 04:27 AM

[zeuxis]

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[u][b]Username:[/b][/u] tooth69
[size=3][u][b]Character Name:[/b][/u] Xanatos Amoretta
[/size][size=2][u][b]Age:[/b][/u] 18
[u][b]Gender:[/b][/u] Male
[u][b]Host to:[/b][/u] Xenophobe - Prazorian[/size]

[size="2"][u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u][/size] (please wait.  I'm fetching it)
[size="2"][b][u]Personality:[/u][/b][/size] acts shy around others but when he's alone, he's stuck in thought.(it's still a WIP)
[size="2"][b][u]History:[/u][/b][/size] (I'm working on it.)
[size=2][b][u]Changes:[/u][/b][/size] (Working on this too)

[b][u]Current Location:[/u][/b] New York, New York, USA
[b][u]Current Status:[/u][/b] Makes his own casino style dice (following casino rules which are "crisp, sharp edges" apparentally) with his own tools in his house then sells them to hobby stores.

[i][b][u]RolePlaying Sample:[/u][/b] (working)[/i]

Username: tooth69
Character Name: Xanatos Amoretta
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Host to: Xenophobe - Prazorian

Appearance: (please wait. I'm fetching it)
Personality: acts shy around others but when he's alone, he's stuck in thought.(it's still a WIP)
History: (I'm working on it.)
Changes: (Working on this too)

Current Location: New York, New York, USA
Current Status: Makes his own casino style dice (following casino rules which are "crisp, sharp edges" apparentally) with his own tools in his house then sells them to hobby stores)

RolePlaying Sample: (working)

This post has been edited by tooth69: Sep 3 2009, 09:22 AM

[Pyrus Dexter]

Can you also copy a version of your form and put it outside the spoiler, uncoded.
I meant for you to have both, but the spoiler was for me so I could copy it easier, instead of reformatting it.

[zeuxis]

Ok.

[Nintega]

Wow, this RP looks really interesting. I'm in.

Username: Nintega
Character Name: James Neil Mahar
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Host to: Hadron - Prazorian

Appearance: James always has 3 articles of clothing on as a constant: A dark purple Cap with goggles, a three layer shirt consisting of a blue short sleeved hoodie, a dark blue short sleeved shirt, and a black long sleeved shirt, and two layer pants consisting of a dark gray pair of shorts and light gray pair of pants. Mostly covered by his shirt, James wears leather and metal gauntlets, one of which he can control the size and shape of at will (a shield for half of his body, twice the size of his hand for heavy punches), and wears steel-tipped shoes that he modified using his new intelligence to increase his speed. He is very slim, and as a change from his very long brown hair and big blue eyes, Hadron has changed James hair and eyes to a slightly shorter bronze-like hair and sleepy, gray eyes.
Personality: James was always a bit of a loner around his peers, preferring to do things alone and attempting to resist working with others. But when he did work with others, the result was amazing. James didn't just not like working with others, he just didn't like working. Although he was very intelligent, he couldn't bother himself at times to do work he was given (sending him to summer school twice). James was the smartest of his class, and Hadron only made him smarter. James also liked to sleep a lot, sometimes falling asleep in the middle of the day or during class, and his eyes began to match this as Hadron changed him, always falling half-shut.
History: James was born and lived in the city of Buffalo, New York for his entire life, only very occasionally visiting Canada with his father and sister. James always went to school grudgingly, often not wanting to do the work and being the target of ridicule from his classmates. James finally left grammar school and went on to high school where things seemed to get better. James' life was pretty much just boring and normal, of course, that was until Hadron revealed himself to James. Hadron wasted no time revealing the situation with the two warring races, informing James of the whole war right at the end of James' birthday. Ever since that day, James has been attentively awaiting one thing and one thing only, other Prazorians and Hectomorians.
Changes: Major: greatly increased strength in his right arm and both legs, allowing him to run faster and fight harder. To add to those increased strengths is James' shape shifting gauntlet and air propelled shoes.
Major: Greatly increased intelligence from his already high intelligence, even enabling James to use extremely limited telekinesis, which he only uses for his shape shifting gauntlet.
Minor: Overall, James' body was changed very much, becoming much thinner and taller than before when he was short and chubby, and James' face and hair changing color and shape. along with this, James' metabolism and stamina increased two-fold.

Current Location: Buffalo, New York, United States of America.
Current Status: In his second year of High School and attentively awaiting other hosts.

RolePlaying Sample:

"Phew, I think we got a lot stronger after all of that!"

James fell to the ground, landing on his rear-end with a heavy thud. He whipped out his Pokedex in order to scan his Pokemon, and see how they improved after the training session. Mimi had leveled up the most, all the way to level 32. Her moves hadn't changed much, only Shock Wave being replaced by Thunderbolt. Quil leveled up to level 32, and learned the moves Flame Wheel and Swift, replacing Ember and Quick Attack, respectively. Noct leveled up to level 32 as well, learning the moves Air Slash and Take Down, replacing Aerial Ace and Foresight. Mar leveled up to level 33, learning the moves Surf and Double-Edge, replacing Bubblebeam and Defense Curl. Maro became level 31, replacing Dig with Thrash. However, it did not yet evolve, even after going 3 levels above the requirement for evolving into Marowak

"Wow, we really DID get a lot stronger! Great job, all of you! Huh, what was that?"

James and his Pokemon heard a loud stomping noise in the trees nearby. Then, suddenly, a loud cracking sound was heard, and several trees came flying at them. James rushed his Pokemon out of the way, saving everyone including himself. Out of the hole created by the cracking noise came a very dark, almost black, gray Rhydon. Another noticeable thing about the Rhydon, was a shoe-shaped dent near it's chest and the fact it only had one functioning eye. James looked at his left foot and right elbow, then looked back at the Rhydon's injuries again.

"No way... The Rhydon that attacked Mimi's egg two years ago... Is it... a Shadow Pokemon now?"

James glanced back at his Pokemon, and saw that Maro was shaking in what appeared to be a mixture of fear and anger.

Impossible... that can't be... what killed Maro's mother.
"Maro, would you like to help me defeat this Rhydon?"
"...Yes..."
"Okay, but take this to help."

James dug into his backpack and pulled out what appeared to be a thick, white bone. A Thick Club. James offered the Thick Club to Maro, who took the Thick Club in his left hand, parallel to his mother's femur in his right. Maro jumped in front of James, ready to battle.

"Let's go, Maro, Bonemerang!"

Maro chucked his mother's femur at the Rhydon, knocking it off it's feet, then getting hit in the back of the head on the bone's return path. The Rhydon countered with a shattering Hammer Arm, knocking Maro back several feet.

"Maro, use Bone Club!"

Maro jumped into the air above the Rhydon, bringing down both his mother's femur and the Thick Club. This drove Rhydon backwards, eventually making it fall on it's back. The Rhydon quickly recovered, tunneling into the ground.

"Maro, use Earthquake!"

Maro held his two bones high into the air, then slammed them onto the ground in order to cause a great earthquake, striking the Rhydon when it was still underground. No matter how much damage the Rhydon took from the earthquake, it still swiftly tunneled out of the ground. ramming Maro upon re-entry to the surface.

"Why... why did you kill my mother!?"
"Mother? Oh, you mean the pathetic, weak Kangaskhan? I had a lot of fun picking her bones clean."
"You big jerk! Answer me!"
"I simply felt like killing."
"You... monster! I WILL avenge her!"

Suddenly, a white light enveloped Maro, the same thing that happened to Quil when James fought the two starters. The shape started growing, the neck and head started filling the bone helmet completely, and the femur and Thick Club grew along with it. Finally, the white figure stopped changing, and all at once, the light flew off of Maro and vanished into the air. Maro had changed a lot, his head filled his mother's skull completely, and his body in general was larger. It's belly was a different color and had a stripe-like pattern on it, and the mother's femur and Thick Club were larger and stronger than before. James heard a sound from the Pokedex. He took it out, as it explained that Maro had evolved from Cubone to Marowak, also it learned the move Bone Rush, replacing Earthquake.

"Alright, Maro, let's finish this off, use Bone Rush on Rhydon, full power!"

Maro rushed at the Rhydon, gripping both bones tightly, then sending a barrage of hits Rhydon's way. First, it spun 360 degrees, hitting it twice, second, doing a single frontflip, both bones striking along the flip, third, it swung the bones in an X motion, fourth, striking with the Thick Club in a diagonal motion and spinning from the momentum, then hitting with the femur at the end of the spin, and fifth, pulling both bones back at his waist, Maro jumped forward, thrusting both bones forward with as much force and strength as he could. With all the rage welling up inside him, Maro could not control himself on his last strike. He put so much power into his last strike, that the bones pierced the Rhydon's body. In that moment, all of the darkness of Rhydon's body disappeared, and it sunk to the ground.

"Heh... you did it, kid."
"Shut up and die, scum."
"Wait, you must be aware of the situation with the Shadow Pokemon going on right now?"
"What about it!?"
"After I attacked that kid's egg, and how he chased me off with his bare hands, I realized something. Malevolent actions like that, only get you hurt. Following that realization, I never attacked another Pokemon. I stopped all of those evil actions. But then, when that shadow absorbed me, all of those thoughts came back, intensified. I wanted to hurt and destroy as much as I could. But when you land that last attack... it all went away. I don't think I ever could have returned to normal after becoming so corrupted by the shadows, other than what you did. So... thank you, kid."
"Wait, Rhydon, no! You can't go!"
"You saw the shadows leaving me. I wouldn't have returned to normal if you hadn't beat me."
"Please... there has to be a way you won't have to go!"
"Sorry, ki- I mean, Maro..."
"NO!!!"

As the last bit of life drained out of Rhydon, he fell to the ground, as Maro sobbed for the loss of someone he considered a friend, in those last moments. Still crying, Maro stood up, picked up the femur, and started digging a pit with it. James ran over to Maro, to find out what was happening.

"Maro, what happened!?"
"It was the shadows. The shadows made him kill her."
"What are you talking about?"
"The shadows turned him into the evil beast he was before he attacked you! They corrupted him so much, that what I did was the only way he could return to normal!"
"I... I see... Let me help you, then. It's not your fault at all."

James crouched down by Maro's side, took the Thick Club, and started digging along with Maro. The rest of James' party just stood there, crying after hearing what had happened. Even Mar, who normal showed no emotion, broke down into a loud sob.

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Username: Nintega
Character Name: James Neil Mahar
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Host to: Hadron - Prazorian

Appearance: James always has 3 articles of clothing on as a constant: A dark purple Cap with goggles, a three layer shirt consisting of a blue short sleeved hoodie, a dark blue short sleeved shirt, and a black long sleeved shirt, and two layer pants consisting of a dark gray pair of shorts and light gray pair of pants. Mostly covered by his shirt, James wears leather and metal gauntlets, one of which he can control the size and shape of at will (a shield for half of his body, twice the size of his hand for heavy punches), and wears steel-tipped shoes that he modified using his new intelligence to increase his speed. He is very slim, and as a change from his very long brown hair and big blue eyes, Hadron has changed James hair and eyes to a slightly shorter bronze-like hair and sleepy, gray eyes.
Personality: James was always a bit of a loner around his peers, preferring to do things alone and attempting to resist working with others. But when he did work with others, the result was amazing. James didn't just not like working with others, he just didn't like working. Although he was very intelligent, he couldn't bother himself at times to do work he was given (sending him to summer school twice). James was the smartest of his class, and Hadron only made him smarter. James also liked to sleep a lot, sometimes falling asleep in the middle of the day or during class, and his eyes began to match this as Hadron changed him, always falling half-shut.
History: James was born and lived in the city of Buffalo, New York for his entire life, only very occasionally visiting Canada with his father and sister. James always went to school grudgingly, often not wanting to do the work and being the target of ridicule from his classmates. James finally left grammar school and went on to high school where things seemed to get better. James' life was pretty much just boring and normal, of course, that was until Hadron revealed himself to James. Hadron wasted no time revealing the situation with the two warring races, informing James of the whole war right at the end of James' birthday. Ever since that day, James has been attentively awaiting one thing and one thing only, other Prazorians and Hectomorians.
Changes: Major: greatly increased strength in his right arm and both legs, allowing him to run faster and fight harder. To add to those increased strengths is James' shape shifting gauntlet and air propelled shoes.
Major: Greatly increased intelligence from his already high intelligence, even enabling James to use extremely limited telekinesis, which he only uses for his shape shifting gauntlet.
Minor: Overall, James' body was changed very much, becoming much thinner and taller than before when he was short and chubby, and James' face and hair changing color and shape. along with this, James' metabolism and stamina increased two-fold.

Current Location: Buffalo, New York, United States of America.
Current Status: In his second year of High School and attentively awaiting other hosts.

RolePlaying Sample:

"Phew, I think we got a lot stronger after all of that!"

James fell to the ground, landing on his rear-end with a heavy thud. He whipped out his Pokedex in order to scan his Pokemon, and see how they improved after the training session. Mimi had leveled up the most, all the way to level 32. Her moves hadn't changed much, only Shock Wave being replaced by Thunderbolt. Quil leveled up to level 32, and learned the moves Flame Wheel and Swift, replacing Ember and Quick Attack, respectively. Noct leveled up to level 32 as well, learning the moves Air Slash and Take Down, replacing Aerial Ace and Foresight. Mar leveled up to level 33, learning the moves Surf and Double-Edge, replacing Bubblebeam and Defense Curl. Maro became level 31, replacing Dig with Thrash. However, it did not yet evolve, even after going 3 levels above the requirement for evolving into Marowak

"Wow, we really DID get a lot stronger! Great job, all of you! Huh, what was that?"

James and his Pokemon heard a loud stomping noise in the trees nearby. Then, suddenly, a loud cracking sound was heard, and several trees came flying at them. James rushed his Pokemon out of the way, saving everyone including himself. Out of the hole created by the cracking noise came a very dark, almost black, gray Rhydon. Another noticeable thing about the Rhydon, was a shoe-shaped dent near it's chest and the fact it only had one functioning eye. James looked at his left foot and right elbow, then looked back at the Rhydon's injuries again.

"No way... The Rhydon that attacked Mimi's egg two years ago... Is it... a Shadow Pokemon now?"

James glanced back at his Pokemon, and saw that Maro was shaking in what appeared to be a mixture of fear and anger.

Impossible... that can't be... what killed Maro's mother.
"Maro, would you like to help me defeat this Rhydon?"
"...Yes..."
"Okay, but take this to help."

James dug into his backpack and pulled out what appeared to be a thick, white bone. A Thick Club. James offered the Thick Club to Maro, who took the Thick Club in his left hand, parallel to his mother's femur in his right. Maro jumped in front of James, ready to battle.

"Let's go, Maro, Bonemerang!"

Maro chucked his mother's femur at the Rhydon, knocking it off it's feet, then getting hit in the back of the head on the bone's return path. The Rhydon countered with a shattering Hammer Arm, knocking Maro back several feet.

"Maro, use Bone Club!"

Maro jumped into the air above the Rhydon, bringing down both his mother's femur and the Thick Club. This drove Rhydon backwards, eventually making it fall on it's back. The Rhydon quickly recovered, tunneling into the ground.

"Maro, use Earthquake!"

Maro held his two bones high into the air, then slammed them onto the ground in order to cause a great earthquake, striking the Rhydon when it was still underground. No matter how much damage the Rhydon took from the earthquake, it still swiftly tunneled out of the ground. ramming Maro upon re-entry to the surface.

"Why... why did you kill my mother!?"
"Mother? Oh, you mean the pathetic, weak Kangaskhan? I had a lot of fun picking her bones clean."
"You big jerk! Answer me!"
"I simply felt like killing."
"You... monster! I WILL avenge her!"

Suddenly, a white light enveloped Maro, the same thing that happened to Quil when James fought the two starters. The shape started growing, the neck and head started filling the bone helmet completely, and the femur and Thick Club grew along with it. Finally, the white figure stopped changing, and all at once, the light flew off of Maro and vanished into the air. Maro had changed a lot, his head filled his mother's skull completely, and his body in general was larger. It's belly was a different color and had a stripe-like pattern on it, and the mother's femur and Thick Club were larger and stronger than before. James heard a sound from the Pokedex. He took it out, as it explained that Maro had evolved from Cubone to Marowak, also it learned the move Bone Rush, replacing Earthquake.

"Alright, Maro, let's finish this off, use Bone Rush on Rhydon, full power!"

Maro rushed at the Rhydon, gripping both bones tightly, then sending a barrage of hits Rhydon's way. First, it spun 360 degrees, hitting it twice, second, doing a single frontflip, both bones striking along the flip, third, it swung the bones in an X motion, fourth, striking with the Thick Club in a diagonal motion and spinning from the momentum, then hitting with the femur at the end of the spin, and fifth, pulling both bones back at his waist, Maro jumped forward, thrusting both bones forward with as much force and strength as he could. With all the rage welling up inside him, Maro could not control himself on his last strike. He put so much power into his last strike, that the bones pierced the Rhydon's body. In that moment, all of the darkness of Rhydon's body disappeared, and it sunk to the ground.

"Heh... you did it, kid."
"Shut up and die, scum."
"Wait, you must be aware of the situation with the Shadow Pokemon going on right now?"
"What about it!?"
"After I attacked that kid's egg, and how he chased me off with his bare hands, I realized something. Malevolent actions like that, only get you hurt. Following that realization, I never attacked another Pokemon. I stopped all of those evil actions. But then, when that shadow absorbed me, all of those thoughts came back, intensified. I wanted to hurt and destroy as much as I could. But when you land that last attack... it all went away. I don't think I ever could have returned to normal after becoming so corrupted by the shadows, other than what you did. So... thank you, kid."
"Wait, Rhydon, no! You can't go!"
"You saw the shadows leaving me. I wouldn't have returned to normal if you hadn't beat me."
"Please... there has to be a way you won't have to go!"
"Sorry, ki- I mean, Maro..."
"NO!!!"

As the last bit of life drained out of Rhydon, he fell to the ground, as Maro sobbed for the loss of someone he considered a friend, in those last moments. Still crying, Maro stood up, picked up the femur, and started digging a pit with it. James ran over to Maro, to find out what was happening.

"Maro, what happened!?"
"It was the shadows. The shadows made him kill her."
"What are you talking about?"
"The shadows turned him into the evil beast he was before he attacked you! They corrupted him so much, that what I did was the only way he could return to normal!"
"I... I see... Let me help you, then. It's not your fault at all."

James crouched down by Maro's side, took the Thick Club, and started digging along with Maro. The rest of James' party just stood there, crying after hearing what had happened. Even Mar, who normal showed no emotion, broke down into a loud sob.

This post has been edited by Nintega: Sep 7 2009, 12:49 PM

[Shadow Dragon]

Oh yay. Now this sounds fun~~

If possible, may I take a spot, perhaps reserved?

I'ma working on my profile now~

Appearance and RP sample is done, only personality and Bio left~

[Darkrow]

Oh yeah, reserve me a place here. XD

Tooth... Your sig stretches the page for me.

[zeuxis]

To me it seemed like Nintega's code.

[Shadow Dragon]

It is Nintega's code. He needs to put it in a spoiler or something so it won't stretch the page.

Or, we can go to another page on this thing. : D

This post has been edited by Shadow Dragon: Sep 2 2009, 04:12 PM

[Karnox]

save me a spot too, you know I'm interested in any RP's you make ^^

[Darkrow]

Oh, sorry about that. XD

[Nintega]

I really don't know what happened that made my sign up sheet stretch like that. ;~;

[Shadow Dragon]

Yay for three par Appearance~

Username: Shadow Dragon
Character Name: Sloan Hyde
Age: 16 and because I can, birthday is on December 12th :3
Gender: Female
Host to: Amit ( :’ D)- Prazorian

Appearance: Sloan Hyde is a tall girl, standing at 5'10" with ash brown hair, tied up in a bun-like style with a single braid on the right, thought her hair come to shoulder-length in the back, kept down, while her bangs go down to about half-way down her torso, and has reddish-brown eyes. On both of her ear lopes, Sloan wares silver-colored stud earrings, and has a gold ring on her left hand, nothing special, just a ring.

As for clothing, Sloan wares a rather dark purple spaghetti strap shirt, which has sleeves that go a bit past the elbows, with a fishnet-design shirt underneath. Sometimes, Sloan wares a black trench coat, and when not warring it she tends to just put it around her shoulders instead of carrying it. She wares black jeans, ripped, that are rolled up to ankle length, since it appears that the jeans may be to long for her. As for footwear, it’s more common for Sloan to ware black stiletto hell boots. Lastly, for accessories, she wares fishnet elbow-length gloves, thought they only go to a bit past to wrist, and a black leather, studded choker, with a small golden bat-shaped pendent on it. Sloan also wares a black leather belt, silver studded also.

Alas, Sloan only carries round two weapons. The first is a completely black Semmerling Gun, hidden under her right jean leg. The second is a Winchester Riot Knife, which hides in an inner pocket of her trench coat. A third weapon, which Sloan doesn’t consider a weapon at all, really, is a deep red pocket knife in her left jean pocket.

Personality: Sloan, par say, is more of the tom-boy girl, gothic if you want, and a loner-type, not wanting to accept much help from others, only if needed. She’s a tough shell to crack, stubborn, and has a bit of a temper at times. Thought, on the inside, Sloan is kind and warm-heart. But, it’s a bit rare to see actually open up to anyone really, and stays quiet most of the time, especially if in large crowds.

When alone, it’s common for Sloan to find herself talking, to herself. So far, she has yet to kick that habit. Sometimes, Sloan dose accidentally slip up the habit and talk to herself when around a crowd of people at times. Alas, to finish it off, Sloan doesn’t make many friends nowadays, but keeps her existing friends close to her. Lastly, Sloan learns her fighting skills from her father, a former army man, and a bit from her older brother. Amit is happy knowing this.

History: Sloan was born to a small, middle class family, with a loving mother and father, and a older brother, Skyler, who was nine when Sloan was born. Her mother, Abigail, worked as a high-school teacher, while her father, Jim, worked as a banker. Thought middle class, both Abigail and Jim always tried to give both Sloan and Skyler the best childhood they could give their two children. As for the children, the two Hydes both had peaceful childhoods, quiet and joyful.

When the Sloan was ten, Skyler was nineteen; their mother came down with cancer, lung cancer to be correct. Jim went into, par says, a slight depression as his wife was in the Hospital. Thought, luckily, once the surgery was done, Jim’s depression lifted a bit, but not fully yet. Alas, it took a few days, weeks if you want, before Abigail was released from the hospital.

With their mother home, the sadness turned to happiness, sorrow was replaced with joy. It stayed that way for some time, luckily. As her sixteenth year of life rolled by, Sloan could tell something was wrong, but just coulden’t place what. Soon enough, that’s where our ~wonderful~ friend Amit came in. Thought surprised and curious, to be honest, Sloan was rather scared when he revealed himself really. But, luckily, in two week’s time, Sloan got used to Amit, despite his annoying ways.

Now let’s hope they don’t kill each other before this battle is over.

Changes: ;
Major #1 – Enhanced Speed; enhanced speed, making Sloan rather fast, but is only used when need quick-escapes and such. Never used in such things as track or such.

Major #2 – Enhanced Seeing; Able to see better in the dark, a bit like night-vision if you want to call it, given by Amit to be able to stalk the enemies better at night.

Minor – Enhanced Strength; Amit had given Sloan a minor adjustment to her strength, thought it’s not noticeable by just the eye. Thought, her strength hadn’t been enhanced that much, but Amit had wanted to give Sloan more power to fight off the Hectomorians.

Current Location: New Jersey, U.S of A.

Current Status: Attending High School, Freshman, oh joy. Current living place is at parents. As for Amit, he has been only known for, par says, roughly three weeks. Lets just also say he enjoys torturing Sloan~
:’ D

RolePlaying Sample: You know how I RP :<
[i]A post in ‘Describing the Sky’

‘Where…where am I?’

That was the only thought that ran through the girl’s head as she slowly awoke. She rolled to her side, have previously been on her back, and stared into the inky darkness. Stupid guards, just throwing her into the cell like that.

“I’ll teach them a lesson, some day,” Tina said to herself, picking up the small hair accessory of hers on the ground, which had fallen off, and putting it back into her hair. The bow was a bit torn, but it was still in good condition, saved for the dust on it. Tina got up herself, her heels making a small click on the cold ground, and dusted herself off. She gave a small frown, looking at the slight tare in her white stockings. For now, Tina’s eyes where not quiet adjusted to the darkness, but she could still easily see other figures in the cells, about three.

‘Not many,’ Tina thought to herself, turning to look at the cell she was in. It was empty, saved for a nailed down cot, and a square hole in ground.

‘Oh god no,’ Was the only thought that entered Tina’s mind when she saw the hole. She turned away, and laid now on the cot, not comfy at all. A slight noise came from her pocket, where Tina took out a small device she had gotta when she had first came to this strange place. The main color of it was black, while a texture around the small square screen, buttons, and the straps where a light purple color. Tina put the small device next to her, while Tina herself closed her eyes for now.

Thought, it didn’t last long, where a bright light was in front of her, making her open her eyes. Tina gasped, looking at the large egg that had appeared in front of her. As the light faded, the egg almost fell, but was caught just in time by Tina. She looked at it in awe; it was too big for a chicken egg, and far too fancy. It was cream colored, as well as a pale purple color around it, and a bit of black also.

“Now, this is just too strange for my liking…” Tina said to herself, holding the egg in her arms, putting it close to her. Her blond locks fell around it as she lowered her head to wards it, hoping to give it extra warmth in the cold dark dungeon.

This was going to be a long day.

Must fix coded form :<

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[u][b]Username:[/b][/u] Shadow Dragon
[size=3][u][b]Character Name:[/b][/u] Sloan Hyde
[/size][size=2][u][b]Age:[/b][/u] 16 and because I can, birthday is on December 12th :3
[u][b]Gender:[/b][/u] Female
[u][b]Host to:[/b][/u] Amit ( :’ D)- Prazorian [/size]

[size=2][u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u][/size] [url="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii182/AnimeDeath54321/Gothic%20Anime/blood.jpg"]Sloan Hyde[/url] is a tall girl, standing at 5'10" with ash brown hair, tied up in a bun-like style with a single braid on the right, thought her hair come to shoulder-length in the back, kept down, while her bangs go down to about half-way down her torso, and has reddish-brown eyes. On both of her ear lopes, Sloan wares silver-colored stud earrings, and has a gold ring on her left hand, nothing special, just a ring.

As for clothing, Sloan wares a rather dark purple spaghetti strap shirt, which has sleeves that go a bit past the elbows, with a fishnet-design shirt underneath. Sometimes, Sloan wares a black trench coat, and when not warring it she tends to just put it around her shoulders instead of carrying it. She wares black jeans, ripped, that are rolled up to ankle length, since it appears that the jeans may be to long for her. As for footwear, it’s more common for Sloan to ware black stiletto hell boots.  Lastly, for accessories, she wares fishnet elbow-length gloves, thought they only go to a bit past to wrist, and a black leather, studded choker, with a small golden bat-shaped pendent on it.  Sloan also wares a black leather belt, silver studded also.

Alas, Sloan only carries round two weapons. The first is a completely black [url="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Semmerling"]Semmerling Gun[/url], hidden under her right jean leg. The second is a [url="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Winchester_Riot_Knife.jpg"]Winchester Riot Knife[/url], which hides in an inner pocket of her trench coat. A third weapon, which Sloan doesn’t consider a weapon at all, really, is a deep red pocket knife in her left jean pocket.

[size=2][b][u]Personality:[/u][/b][/size]  Sloan, par say, is more of the tom-boy girl, gothic if you want, and a loner-type, not wanting to accept much help from others, only if needed. She’s a tough shell to crack, stubborn, and has a bit of a temper at times. Thought, on the inside, Sloan is kind and warm-heart. But, it’s a bit rare to see actually open up to anyone really, and stays quiet most of the time, especially if in large crowds.

When alone, it’s common for Sloan to find herself talking, to herself. So far, she has yet to kick that habit. Sometimes, Sloan dose accidentally slip up the habit and talk to herself when around a crowd of people at times. Alas, to finish it off, Sloan doesn’t make many friends nowadays, but keeps her existing friends close to her. Lastly, Sloan learns her fighting skills from her father, a former army man, and a bit from her older brother. Amit is happy knowing this.

[size=2][b][u]History:[/u][/b][/size] Sloan was born to a small, middle class family, with a loving mother and father, and a older brother, Skyler, who was nine when Sloan was born. Her mother, Abigail, worked as a high-school teacher, while her father, Jim, worked as a banker. Thought middle class, both Abigail and Jim always tried to give both Sloan and Skyler the best childhood they could give their two children. As for the children, the two Hydes both had peaceful childhoods, quiet and joyful.

When the Sloan was ten, Skyler was nineteen; their mother came down with cancer, lung cancer to be correct. Jim went into, par says, a slight depression as his wife was in the Hospital. Thought, luckily, once the surgery was done, Jim’s depression lifted a bit, but not fully yet. Alas, it took a few days, weeks if you want, before Abigail was released from the hospital.

With their mother home, the sadness turned to happiness, sorrow was replaced with joy. It stayed that way for some time, luckily. As her sixteenth year of life rolled by, Sloan could tell something was wrong, but just coulden’t place what. Soon enough, that’s where our ~wonderful~ friend Amit came in. Thought surprised and curious, to be honest, Sloan was rather scared when he revealed himself really. But, luckily, in two week’s time, Sloan got used to Amit, despite his annoying ways.

Now let’s hope they don’t kill each other before this battle is over.

[size=2][b][u]Changes:[/u][/b][/size];
Major #1 – Enhanced Speed; enhanced speed, making Sloan rather fast, but is only used when need quick-escapes and such. Never used in such things as track or such.

Major #2 – Enhanced Seeing; Able to see better in the dark, a bit like night-vision if you want to call it, given by Amit to be able to stalk the enemies better at night.

Minor – Enhanced Strength; Amit had given Sloan a minor adjustment to her strength, thought it’s not noticeable by just the eye. Thought, her strength hadn’t been enhanced that much, but Amit had wanted to give Sloan more power to fight off the Hectomorians.

[b][u]Current Location:[/u][/b] New Jersey, U.S of A.

[b][u]Current Status:[/u][/b] Attending High School, Freshman, oh joy. Current living place is at parents. As for Amit, he has been only known for, par says, roughly three weeks. Lets just also say he enjoys torturing Sloan~
:’ D

[i][b][u]RolePlaying Sample:[/u][/b] You know how I RP :<
[i]A post in ‘Describing the Sky’[/i]
[spoil][align=center][i]‘Where…where am I?’
[/i]
That was the only thought that ran through the girl’s head as she slowly awoke. She rolled to her side, have previously been on her back, and stared into the inky darkness. Stupid guards, just throwing her into the cell like that.

“I’ll teach them a lesson, some day,” Tina said to herself, picking up the small hair accessory of hers on the ground, which had fallen off, and putting it back into her hair. The bow was a bit torn, but it was still in good condition, saved for the dust on it. Tina got up herself, her heels making a small click on the cold ground, and dusted herself off. She gave a small frown, looking at the slight tare in her white stockings. For now, Tina’s eyes where not quiet adjusted to the darkness, but she could still easily see other figures in the cells, about three.
[i]
‘Not many,’[/i] Tina thought to herself, turning to look at the cell she was in. It was empty, saved for a nailed down cot, and a square hole in ground.
[i]
‘Oh god no,’[/i] Was the only thought that entered Tina’s mind when she saw the hole. She turned away, and laid now on the cot, not comfy at all. A slight noise came from her pocket, where Tina took out a small device she had gotta when she had first came to this strange place. The main color of it was black, while a texture around the small square screen, buttons, and the straps where a light purple color. Tina put the small device next to her, while Tina herself closed her eyes for now.

Thought, it didn’t last long, where a bright light was in front of her, making her open her eyes. Tina gasped, looking at the large egg that had appeared in front of her. As the light faded, the egg almost fell, but was caught just in time by Tina. She looked at it in awe; it was too big for a chicken egg, and far too fancy. It was cream colored, as well as a pale purple color around it, and a bit of black also.

“Now, this is just too strange for my liking…” Tina said to herself, holding the egg in her arms, putting it close to her. Her blond locks fell around it as she lowered her head to wards it, hoping to give it extra warmth in the cold dark dungeon.

This was going to be a long day.[/align][/spoil]

This post has been edited by Shadow Dragon: Sep 3 2009, 08:30 AM

[Runi]

Muahaha.

I'll get right on a Sign Up. Currently debating on gender because DARK KNOWS I LIKE TO BALENCE THINGS OUTTT.



EDIT: Oh and i'll be evil too.

This post has been edited by Runi: Sep 2 2009, 06:57 PM

[Darkrow]

YES I DOOOO. XD

[Shadow Dragon]

Har har har.

Stalkers, oh joy.

I had a feeling Runi would be coming along :<

[Runi]

Am i that predictable? :3

Username: Runi
Character Name: Drayle Mukuno Mirella
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Host to: Ragnok - Hectomorian

Appearance: --It was either this or the Zombie Girl--
Drayle stands at an even 6 feet, not an inch more, and more than often styles his deep, black hair in a high, loose ponytail. Untied, his hair flows to around his belly button, resulting in his ponytail hovering around his mid-back. It’s an uneven cut, resulting in hair sticking up in different directions even though it’s tied, while his front bangs fare no better. They hang shaggily around his cheeks, while a shorter portion is cut loosely above his eyes. Before the one of the Hectomorian’s declared him as his host, he had deep green eyes, but currently, his right eye is a large, red iris.

Drayle tends to wear dark clothes, which makes his barely touched skin seem alarmingly pale. Often seen in black slacks and shoes, his shirts tend to vary in earthy colours. However, considering the fact that the shirts he wears almost always tend to show his belly button, they look more like wraps than anything else. He also wears a simple, unbuttoned white dress shirt, though it’s moreover just to add a collar than for anything else. Also sporting a simple black jacket that seems to make his soft features and face sharper, it has a pink peony embroidered onto it.

Because of his origins, he keeps a multitude of different guns on him at any time, hidden in places that are often hard to spot. They can range no bigger than the palm of your hand to the size of your whole arm. Not many people are entirely sure how he keeps them without being caught red handed. Still, he always manages to pull out his favorite Flli Pietta at any given time. All the guns that he carries are Italian made, and when he’s forced to forgo his favorite choice of weapon, he uses a dagger kept underneath his shirt and tasers that he keeps strapped to his legs.

Personality: Drayle doesn’t exactly have the strongest personality, to say the least. Though many would assume he would have a personality to match his stony looks, he’s surprisingly well mannered and agrees with mostly anything. Somewhat of a pushover, he has trouble asserting whatever he wants and isn’t a forceful person. He has difficulties making up his mind and often begins to ramble if you get him talking for long enough.

However, the latter isn’t very likely to happen. He gets nervous around others and evades questions like the plague. He has trouble connecting with other people, often giving off a nervous silence at times. He’s not accustomed to smiling, so he doesn’t do it much, nor does he laugh in a particularly wholehearted manner. He is perceptive, but has trouble stating what he sees and is easily scandalized. Whenever he’s embarrassed, uncomfortable or mentally scarred, he will ramble about the subject unless someone lands a solid hit against his head.

Whenever he’s alone, he allows himself to think, and has an average intelligence. He sees details rather than the whole picture, which means that he’ll have trouble grasping a concept, but when he finally does, it’s usually with a clearer understanding than others. However, it’s at these times that Ragnok pops up and begins talking to him. Though he’s the only one that can hear the Hectomorian, he responds out loud, making an interesting scene. Whenever Ragnok chooses, she’ll begin conversations with her host, often teasing and verbally harassing him while he splutters to make a comeback.

However, Ragnok isn’t out for blood, and finds enough amusement in taunting her host because she knows he can’t fight back. She makes fun of any Prazorians to Drayle, causing him to try (and fail) to disagree. As much as she would enjoy to see them wiped out, she doesn’t want to be the one to do it and is just as reluctant to make her host do the same, even if she dominates him on a regular basis.

History: Drayle was born in Sicily, Italy, while his father ruled the underworld as the Mafia’s (not just some knock off) boss. He was one of three, meaning that he was born a triplet with his two other brothers within the Cosa Nostra. Being raised there, he learned the ways of the Mafia, which would explain the multiple firearms on his body at one time.

His two brothers, who were ironically a few minutes behind him in the womb, showed more interest in their father’s work then Drayle could ever hope to. Senter had a dominating and charismatic personality, while Mercer was analytical and sadistic. Even though the three were identical and could never be seen without another until the age of 16, the differences between them were evident.

Even though their mother, a baker until she married the Mafia boss, doted on Mercer and Senter more then Drayle, it was their father that showed an interest in the elder triplet. He was the one who taught how to manage the weapons, and was the one to strap all of them onto his son in the first place. However, Drayle’s brothers never held this fact against him, as they often kept him around as a sort of self-confidence booster for the two. They were home tutored by hired teachers, and finished learning at around the age of 15 with the degree of a university student.

They lived relatively normal lives, as any Mafia boss son could, attended school and learned the ways of the family. When they hit 16, it was no surprise that Senter would be their father’s right hand man while Mercer the left. Drayle wasn’t very put out, but it was later revealed to the teen that he was arranged a marriage in the States with someone who would aid the family, more specifically, the Narettes. Even though he was left mentally scarred by being forced to marry a woman 10 years his senior, he was eventually flown to the USA capital to meet her.

However, his fiancée’s life was cut short not a week after he landed. It turned out that she had played host to a Hectomorian named Ragnok, and had been eliminated by Prazorians that feared for their life. Since he was the first to find her, Ragnok jumped at the chance for a new host and assumed Drayle as her new one. A year passed after the incident, him now remaining in the States with the family he was suppose to marry into and a being using him as a host to survive on earth.

Changes:

~Major - Regeneration: It takes a few minutes for a substantial scrape or bruise (anything around the skin area of his forearm) to heal, while things like paper cuts and knuckle scrapes don’t’ even seem to phase him. Large, almost lethal wounds and broken bones tend to take a day or two to heal. Because Ragnok is conservative in her powers, she can do this with ease.

~Major - Reflexes: Drayle now seems able to react to things before they hit him, including everything from punches to slips and can right himself in an instant. It seems all natural as he dodges bullets and blocks kicks with ease, and even seems to be able to defend himself in his sleep.

~Minor -Targeting: His aim may have been good before, but with the help of Ragnok, it’s almost impossible for him to miss his mark.

Current Location: Washington, USA.
Current Status: Working with the Narette family, an underground mafia ring, in the States. Has been a host for a year.

RolePlaying Sample:

Mars blinked as she followed Cyrus and eventually came upon Jupiter and Saturn. She frowned as she saw the other female Commander, and plugged her ears while the purple haired woman screamed. She caught the woman’s glare, but giggled under her breath at her reaction to Cyrus.

’That’ll show her,’ She thought as she eyed the rest of the Pokémon. Saturn’s looked like they had hardly changed next to Jupiter’s. Before she could do anything else, an ear splitting shriek caught her and all of her Pokémon off guard.

Mars hissed and used her hands to block the sound, while the Pokémon behind her had varying reactions. Electabuzz and Bronzong weren’t affected in the least, the former used to the loud thunder cracks he made constantly and the latter blocking it out. The cry left the rest of her Pokémon, groaning as they tried to get the ringing out of their ears.

“Mars, I’m cold” Purugly spoke, still shivering from his lack of fur but moreover trying to distract the commander from the howl. Bronzong didn’t blink as her attention shifted from Elias to the direction of the roar.

“Giratina,” The genderless Pokémon spoke, though with a definite female tone. Mars turned to the floating Pokémon and gave her a wary look.

“You mean…that shadowy Pokémon? How do you know its name?” She asked her Pokémon, before looking at the rest of her team. They all seemed uneasy now, with their trainer’s gaze harsh upon them.

Sighing, she turned to look at the rest of the team before her face went as crimson as her hair when Saturn’s Bronzor lifted his shirt off him. Meeping before averting her eyes, she awaited Cyrus’s response but turned to Jupiter sharply as the older woman mocked her.

“At least I was better than you. After all, I didn’t end up killing everyone’s eardrums with that screech of yours,” She retorted, giving a haughty smirk to the commander. However, the smile fell as she gazed at her Pokémon. They seemed to know something, and the fact that they were hiding it made her feel uneasy. Was it because she was the one holding the orb? Fidgeting, she looked at Cyrus yet again.

“Sir, what do you want to do?” She asked, a forced, serious look on her face.

I do believe this RP died slightly inside.

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[u][b]Username:[/b][/u] Runi
[size=3][u][b]Character Name: Drayle Mukuno Mirella [/b][/u][/size]
[size=2][u][b]Age:[/b][/u] 17
[u][b]Gender:[/b][/u] Male
[u][b]Host to:[/b][/u] Ragnok - Hectomorian[/size]

[size="2"][u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u][/size] [url=http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs47/i/2009/205/8/6/Mukuro_Rokudo__art_trade_by_UdonNodu.jpg] --It was either this or the Zombie Girl--[/url]
Drayle stands at an even 6 feet, not an inch more, and more than often styles his deep, black hair in a  high, loose ponytail. Untied, his hair flows to around his belly button, resulting in his ponytail hovering around his mid-back. It’s an uneven cut, resulting in hair sticking up in different directions even though it’s tied, while his front bangs fare no better. They hang shaggily around his cheeks, while a shorter portion is cut loosely above his eyes. Before the one of the Hectomorian’s declared him as his host, he had deep green eyes, but currently, his right eye is a large, red iris.

Drayle tends to wear dark clothes, which makes his barely touched skin seem alarmingly pale. Often seen in black slacks and shoes, his shirts tend to vary in earthy colours. However, considering the fact that the shirts he wears almost always tend to show his belly button, they look more like wraps than anything else. He also wears a simple, unbuttoned white dress shirt, though it’s moreover just to add a collar than for anything else. Also sporting a simple black jacket that seems to make his soft features and face sharper, it has a pink peony embroidered onto it.

Because of his origins, he keeps a multitude of different guns on him at any time, hidden in places that are often hard to spot. They can range no bigger than the palm of your hand to the size of your whole arm. Not many people are entirely sure how he keeps them without being caught red handed. Still, he always manages to pull out his favorite [url=http://www.littlegun.be/arme%20italienne/a%20pietta%20flli%20gb.htm]Flli Pietta[/url] at any given time. All the guns that he carries are Italian made, and when he’s forced to forgo his favorite choice of weapon, he uses a dagger kept underneath his shirt and tasers that he keeps strapped to his legs.

[size="2"][b][u]Personality:[/u][/b][/size] Drayle doesn’t exactly have the strongest personality, to say the least. Though many would assume he would have a personality to match his stony looks, he’s surprisingly well mannered and agrees with mostly anything. Somewhat of a pushover, he has trouble asserting whatever he wants and isn’t a forceful person. He has difficulties making up his mind and often begins to ramble if you get him talking for long enough.

However, the latter isn’t very likely to happen. He gets nervous around others and evades questions like the plague. He has trouble connecting with other people, often giving off a nervous silence at times. He’s not accustomed to smiling, so he doesn’t do it much, nor does he laugh in a particularly wholehearted manner. He is perceptive, but has trouble stating what he sees and is easily scandalized. Whenever he’s embarrassed, uncomfortable or mentally scarred, he will ramble about the subject unless someone lands a solid hit against his head.

Whenever he’s alone, he allows himself to think, and has an average intelligence. He sees details rather than the whole picture, which means that he’ll have trouble grasping a concept, but when he finally does, it’s usually with a clearer understanding than others. However, it’s at these times that Ragnok pops up and begins talking to him. Though he’s the only one that can hear the Hectomorian, he responds out loud, making an interesting scene. Whenever Ragnok chooses, she’ll begin conversations with her host, often teasing and verbally harassing him while he splutters to make a comeback.

However, Ragnok isn’t out for blood, and finds enough amusement in taunting her host because she knows he can’t fight back. She makes fun of any Prazorians to Drayle, causing him to try (and fail) to disagree. As much as she would enjoy to see them wiped out, she doesn’t want to be the one to do it and is just as reluctant to make her host do the same, even if she dominates him on a regular basis.

[size="2"][b][u]History:[/u][/b][/size] Drayle was born in Sicily, Italy, while his father ruled the underworld as [i]the[/i] Mafia’s (not just some knock off) boss. He was one of three, meaning that he was born a triplet with his two other brothers within the Cosa Nostra. Being raised there, he learned the ways of the Mafia, which would explain the multiple firearms on his body at one time.

His two brothers, who were ironically a few minutes behind him in the womb, showed more interest in their father’s work then Drayle could ever hope to. Senter had a dominating and charismatic personality, while Mercer was analytical and sadistic. Even though the three were identical and could never be seen without another until the age of 16, the differences between them were evident.

Even though their mother, a baker until she married the Mafia boss, doted on Mercer and Senter more then Drayle, it was their father that showed an interest in the elder triplet. He was the one who taught how to manage the weapons, and was the one to strap all of them onto his son in the first place. However, Drayle’s brothers never held this fact against him, as they often kept him around as a sort of self-confidence booster for the two. They were home tutored by hired teachers, and finished learning at around the age of 15 with the degree of a university student.

They lived relatively normal lives, as any Mafia boss son could, attended school and learned the ways of the family. When they hit 16, it was no surprise that Senter would be their father’s right hand man while Mercer the left. Drayle wasn’t very put out, but it was later revealed to the teen that he was arranged a marriage in the States with someone who would aid the family, more specifically, the Narettes. Even though he was left mentally scarred by being forced to marry a woman 10 years his senior, he was eventually flown to the USA capital to meet her.

However, his fiancée’s life was cut short not a week after he landed. It turned out that she had played host to a Hectomorian named Ragnok, and had been eliminated by Prazorians that feared for their life. Since he was the first to find her, Ragnok jumped at the chance for a new host and assumed Drayle as her new one. A year passed after the incident, him now remaining in the States with the family he was suppose to marry into and a being using him as a host to survive on earth.

[size=2][b][u]Changes:[/u][/b][/size]

~Major - Regeneration: It takes a few minutes for a substantial scrape or bruise (anything around the skin area of his forearm) to heal, while things like paper cuts and knuckle scrapes don’t’ even seem to phase him. Large, almost lethal wounds and broken bones tend to take a day or two to heal. Because Ragnok is conservative in her powers, she can do this with ease.

~Major - Reflexes: Drayle now seems able to react to things before they hit him, including everything from punches to slips and can right himself in an instant. It seems all natural as he dodges bullets and blocks kicks with ease, and even seems to be able to defend himself in his sleep.

~Minor -Targeting: His aim may have been good before, but with the help of Ragnok, it’s almost impossible for him to miss his mark.

[b][u]Current Location:[/u][/b] Washington, USA.
[b][u]Current Status:[/u][/b] Working with the Narette family, an underground mafia ring, in the States. Has been a host for a year.

[i][b][u]RolePlaying Sample:[/u][/b][/i] [spoiler=Samplesampleyes?] Mars blinked as she followed Cyrus and eventually came upon Jupiter and Saturn. She frowned as she saw the other female Commander, and plugged her ears while the purple haired woman screamed. She caught the woman’s glare, but giggled under her breath at her reaction to Cyrus.

’That’ll show her,’ She thought as she eyed the rest of the Pokémon. Saturn’s looked like they had hardly changed next to Jupiter’s. Before she could do anything else, an ear splitting shriek caught her and all of her Pokémon off guard.

Mars hissed and used her hands to block the sound, while the Pokémon behind her had varying reactions. Electabuzz and Bronzong weren’t affected in the least, the former used to the loud thunder cracks he made constantly and the latter blocking it out. The cry left the rest of her Pokémon, groaning as they tried to get the ringing out of their ears.

“Mars, I’m cold” Purugly spoke, still shivering from his lack of fur but moreover trying to distract the commander from the howl. Bronzong didn’t blink as her attention shifted from Elias to the direction of the roar.

“Giratina,” The genderless Pokémon spoke, though with a definite female tone. Mars turned to the floating Pokémon and gave her a wary look.

“You mean…that shadowy Pokémon? How do you know its name?” She asked her Pokémon, before looking at the rest of her team. They all seemed uneasy now, with their trainer’s gaze harsh upon them.

Sighing, she turned to look at the rest of the team before her face went as crimson as her hair when Saturn’s Bronzor lifted his shirt off him. Meeping before averting her eyes, she awaited Cyrus’s response but turned to Jupiter sharply as the older woman mocked her.

“At least I was better than you. After all, I didn’t end up killing everyone’s eardrums with that screech of yours,” She retorted, giving a haughty smirk to the commander. However, the smile fell as she gazed at her Pokémon. They seemed to know something, and the fact that they were hiding it made her feel uneasy. Was it because she was the one holding the orb? Fidgeting, she looked at Cyrus yet again.

“Sir, what do you want to do?” She asked, a forced, serious look on her face.[/spoiler]
[url=http://forums.gtsplus.net/index.php?showtopic=19104]I do believe this RP died slightly inside.[/url]

Why yes i did study up my Italian Mobs.
I gave the invader person a gender. Hope that's alright.

This post has been edited by Runi: Sep 2 2009, 09:15 PM

[Pyrus Dexter]

Oh...my...god.

4 sign ups in 24 hours...
Thats unexpected...but good!

Give me a couple of minutes to read through them...

Nintenga...a couple of things.

1. Can you please change your 'changes' to read 'telekinesis' not 'telepathy', as telekinesis the the one in which the mind can control objects, while telepathy is communicating with your mind.
2. Can you please state your shoes as a technology...this is because there is no such things as MAGIC and unless you have one of your changes to be extreme speed or have it as a technology, it is what I would call godmodding. (Having it as a technology is acceptable because of your intelligence). Reading your current profile, it is uncertain to me what source of the shoes acceleration is.

Shadow Dragon...so far as I can see, your good to go.
Just one question...are you sure you want your character 6'7"? You are aware that that is over 2m and about a foot higher than the human average?

Runi...perfectly fine for you to assume genders.
Nice job with the mafia.
...And an interesting meet with you Hectomorian. Because you have played host for a year, your changes would not be as dramatic, and you healing would be your only full strength power. Granted, reflexes are your other major power, but I am assuming that Drayle already had excellent reflexes so it would not be as much of an upgrade.

So, the count sits at:
Prazorians: 4 once Tooth finishes and Nintenga gets back to me.
Hectomorians: 1
Reserves: 2, possibly three




This post has been edited by I am Dexter: Sep 3 2009, 01:44 AM

[zeuxis]

DX Help I don't get what's wrong but when I try to complete my edits it says something's wrong D=

[Pyrus Dexter]

Quite possible you have tried changing the BB code which I gave you, or added some more without getting both the start and the finish.
I find going through and using Ctrl+F to find both '[' and '[/' work to initially check your BBcodes...but having '[' and ']' in your image url can change your results.
Use the full editor and try and use 'preview post' to find where there are things that shouldn't be...

and one spot...if you have a spoiler in another spoiler, you may have to redo the codes.