Last edited by Lost™; 4th October 2012 at 3:18 PM.
Name: Harry Branthese
Appearance: Harry is a tall Veralin, standing around six feet, taller than his father, which gave him a small smile. He has a thick head of dark brown hair, one which sits a black rose hair piece towards the back of it. A grey skull mask rests on top of his head, which he pulls down during the day to hide his face from the sun, as his skin is very pale, and burns easily. His eyes are a startling blue, and seem to dance with a dangerous light at night. His nose and ears are small compared to the rest of his face and body, as if they were attached from a separate smaller body.
For clothing, he wears several layers, trying to keep the sun as far off of him as he possibly can. He wears an ornate brown and white coat underneath two other layers of coats, but it’s the closest he has to a shirt at the moment. Over that he has a white lab coat with various blood stains, hidden by his bigger overlapping black trench coat. Inside his lab coat he carries his cards that he needs to use for survival if the Asgardians find him. The brown and white ornate coat only covers his upper body and drapes a little over his waist, but the lab coat and the black trench coat drape down to his feet. His pants are black and rough, with a chain hanging from the belt with a silver crescent moon on the end. The buckles of the silver studded belt are silver ornate moons. The boots are pitch black, with a silver stripe along the bottom. In the inside of the black trench coat is an etching of the white rose, bloody and stained with black, so show his distaste.
Personality: Harry is an odd ball, but that mostly comes from his spilt personality disorder, brought on by the night. During the day, Harry wears his mask, and stays held in, being very down-to-earth and not very out there. He tries to stay calm during the day, and stay quiet from the shadows, preferring his castle or hut to the open field. He’s more honorable also, often helping people and refusing to strike down an unarmed and defenseless opponent. He doesn’t expect thank you or any pat on the back for his work, as he feels it’s expected of him to be helpful and a friend to others. Unfortunately, this also makes his obsession with Undines very obvious, as he often looks for and hunts them down during the day. He likes beaches as well, despite the bright sun some days, as he can usually finds one or two around there.
However, once the sun goes down and the moon starts to raise, his entire personality takes a turn for the worst. He removes his mask, and he begins to grin along with fierce light to his eyes. He loses his value of human and Undine life, and now sees more value in corpses and cadavers than actual breathing creatures. He also has the tendency to laugh without any rhyme or reason. He likes to play with his opponents and likes to see their pain and their blood spilling across the blades of grass or staining the sands red. He also enjoys the sound of suffering children; it’s like white noise to him. He often does his cadaver research at night as well, playing with the corpses of allies and enemies alike.
Weapon Appearance: Harry’s necromancer rod is made out of a special black metal that has a special property that when etched into, the writing etched in with only show during the night and under the view of a full moon. The etching in Harry’s staff is Latin for ‘Those who fight against the blackened rose will taste the fury of the moon and feel the eternal servitude of death’. The three claws at the end of the staff are black, with one nail crimson, another dull green, and another dirty pink. Each color represents a different aspect of the corpse that Harry likes. The crimson blood, the dull green coloration of old decayed flesh, and the sickly sweet smell of a decayed corpse. The orb in the center was in the design of a lizard eye, with black silt in the center surrounded with blue-green colorization, bluer towards the outside edge.
Likes: The moon, roses, Undines, the beach, the ocean, forests, starry nights, corpses, death, darkness
Dislikes: Witches, The White Rose, fire, the sun, bright lights, shiny objects, overly happy energetic people
Bio: Harry is the birth child of Roswell Brathese and the Mystic Witch Pamela. After he was born, his mother went off world hopping, leaving Roswell behind to care for the child. Harry wasn’t raised in the best of ways. His father was often away on business against the Asgards, and the castle was full of experimenting Necromancers. Harry was often alone, and he would escape into corners of the castle, such as his room, where remnants of his mother’s research lined the walls and book selves. His father never wanted him to in their alone, for fear of Harry getting tainted by the research, but by the time Harry was eight, it was too late. Harry became fascinated by the Undines, and read everything he could get his hands on about them, as well as do field research when he snuck out.
One night, when he returned from a little field research with Undines, he was carried away by one of his father’s friends into the woods behind the Hills. A mere year later, Harry learned of way he had to run. His father had been killed when on a mission with the White Rose Rosary. Harry was enraged by this, and this caused the Yumil blood in his viens to boil. His anger for the White Rose began to simmer for years after, and he gained his spilt personality from this boiling blood. He learned how to dissect and experiment different magical techniques on the bodies of both animals and humans. The friend, named Drake, also taught Harry how to fight and wield the power of the tactic cards. Drake died from an illness when Harry turned fourteen, and Harry is haunted by the memory of him dissecting and playing with the organs of Drake. He still smiles when he thinks about it.
FInally finished it
Current Fan fiction projects:
The Heart of the Hunters a monster hunter fan fiction with with other ideas thrown in here and there.
A MLP fan fiction in the works
A God Eater Burst fan fiction still in planning
Name: Lirea Marine
Appearance: Like most of her race, Lirea is short, standing at 5'0", and when she's slithering on land, she can look shorter. She takes a lot after her mother as far as her looks. She has the same waist length purplish-red hair, large violet eyes, round face, and pale skin that she had. She has a pair of orange fins where her ears should be, that serve the same function as human ears (only better, so she claims anyway.) She always keeps her tied up in a messy pony tail, allowing two strands to fall loose, so her ears are always visible. Her fingernails are naturally long, which seem to be a characteristic all Undine have in common. Where her waist ends, and her legs should begin, there is in stead an orange mermaid tail, that ends with a pair of fins.
For clothing, well, being an Undine, she doesn't wear that much. She wears a simple bikini that keeps her small breasts (they're B cups, if you really care to know.) completely covered, but leave the rest of her upper body exposed. She wears a pair of golden bands around her wrists, and a simple necklace around her neck. She also wears a purple coral chain belt around her waist, and a violet headband made of pearls to symbolize her royal heritage. In the center of this headband, is a purple jewel that sits on her forehead.
Personality: Lirea is a very competitive Undine. She claims to be the fastest swimmer in all the Queendom, and is always ready to challenge other undines to a race to prove this. if she's out of the water. She is very confident in her own abilities, so much so that she often speaks in the third person, (a trait she may have picked up from her mother,) and bragging about her achievements. Due to her confidence, she really likes winning, and constantly rubs it in the competition's face when she wins something. She's also a sore loser, and really hates losing. She doesn't take failure very well, and she's not above cheating to avoid it, if it would benefit her to do so. That also extends to the failures of others. She's very blunt, and not one to sugarcoat things. She will be quick to point out when you've done something wrong, and suggest ways to improve, whether the other wants it or not.
It is very difficult for Lirea to sit still. Especially when there are other things going on where she can be useful. She also doesn't like others doing the same, and will bemoan people she considers useless. At the end of the day, she's a loyal friend, and she can always be counted on to come through when it counts. Due to being a member of an all female race, Lirea is fascinated by human boys. It's mainly due to competitiveness rather than romance, as she's always wanted to beat someone of a supposedly stronger gender.
Class: Undine (Duh! :P)
Weapon: Lirea's weapon is a long, purple, three pointed, trident made of coral, that she carries in her right hand. She uses it either to stab things, or to cast Spells. When she casts a spell, the magic from said spell comes out from the three tips. Since she's not exactly trained in using it yet, she mostly just stabs things.
History: Lirea was born and raised in the Queendom of Embellia. Her mother was Nietzsche, their queen, which made her a princess. A title she very much enjoyed flaunting. During her birth, the Queendom was enjoying a Golden age, and were on good terms with humans. During this time, Lirea lived a carefree life. However, royal life was boring more often than not, when there wasn't some kind of holiday or war going on. Which is why she took to racing the other Undine, and other sports for the adrenaline rush, and thrill of actually being better than someone. Though, more often the other Undines let her win, as she was royalty. A fact she wasn't at all pleased about when she found out about it. She'd rather lose than win merely because someone let her. Where's the fun in that? Leading her to consider challenging other creatures besides Undine, who weren't intimidated by her royal blood. She challenged a young human boy who was on the beach to a race one day. Being a Naive child, the boy accepted. It was then she discovered she wasn't as fast on land as she is in the water. The kid won, which Lirea didn't feel good about. She felt humiliated, and like she had made a fool herself. She scared the poor kid away, and vowed never to lose to anyone. She would also vow to make up for this defeat by one day beating a boy at something.
The good times didn't last forever. Soon the Asgardians took over. Although the Undines did their best, their was too many of them and, and the Undines were overwhelmed. Eventually, Nietzsche had to surrender, for the good of the Queendom. Lirea didn't like this, as she thought that giving up is worse than actually losing. However, there wasn't much she could do about it, being a child at the time. It was watching the war that she discovered fighting. Something she could do that she can win at, in or out of the water. And she'd be able to help, not sit around and do nothing.
The Queendom was spared, and for a short while things returned to normal. Lirea was even able to train with a Trident for a short time when she expressed interest. Then, her mother's dead body was found, and there was no sign of what caused her death, barring a scar across her chest. What was worse, the Transmogrigem that would allow her to be reborn, went missing, again. The Queendom panicked.
Lirea was certain those Asgardians had something to do with this. Determined to avenge her mother's death, and bring Emballia back to it's former glory. How she would do that, she wasn't sure yet. The only things she had were a Trident she hasn't been fully trained in using yet, and a few cards belonging to her mother that she has no idea what they're for.
Likes: Water, Ice/cold, winning, fighting, swimming, other Undines, humans, boys.
Dislikes: Fire and heat, moving around on land, losing, being embarrassed, useless things/people, monsters, Asgardians
Last edited by Monster Guy; 7th October 2012 at 10:42 PM.
I'll be posting my SU tonight.
Evicted From Home = Retired
Last edited by Lost™; 9th October 2012 at 2:36 AM.
Name: Russ Reynolds
Appearance: Russ is very tall like most Bronquiens. Standing at about 6'4. He has long dark Crimson hair that is slicked back any time he needs to be presentable. His outfit is completely clean and is as spic and span as possible. He wears boots with spiked steel plating on his shins. His pants are tight fitting and lined with body armor. Being a solid black color. On top he wears very dressy attire. Wearing a long sleeved white dress shirt with a black Blazer on top. The blazer has linings of purple along the sides and large golden buttons. He leaves the jacket undone and he has a purple pocket hankey tucked neatly into his front pocket. He also wears a bow tie which is perfectly straight at all time. Underneath his suit he is well equipped for battle often. Wearing a thin layer of iron body padding.He wears thin wire glasses that are black and fit his head snuggly. Russ is very well built overall from training has extremely broad shoulders which are emphasized by his perfect posture.
Personality: Russ likes order more than pretty much everything. Put him in a situation that is well planned out and strategized and he will shine. But if any unexpected situation were to come up, Russ will struggle to think on the go and adjust to the situation. He will also be extremely upset as he hates when a plan he spends time coming up with goes wrong because somebody makes a mistake. Russ likes when things are clean, simple, and left without emotion as he feels things get done more that way. He is also incredibly competitive and will never turn down a challenge of any kind from another man. He believes in "Old school values". He tries to treat women with the utmost respect and will never back down from an opportunity to protect one from danger. Although he tries to be humble Russ can occasionally get a big head from his ability, trying to be a hero when it's not necessary. Russ has severe ADHD and desperately needs everything about himself and the things around him to be perfect and then some.
Weapon Appearance: Russ Carries a Lance mainly for when he is battling on his horse. His lance is long and made of sturdy mahogany with a solid iron tip. It is colored in Black and Purple stripes and has an iron handle with grooves for comfort.
Likes: Order, Success, Competition, Horses, Rum, Dressy Attire, The Sea.
Dislikes: Chaos, Careless People, Anything Unclean or Unkept, Wolves, Emotional People.
Bio: Russ is the great grandson of Baldus and was born in Isnahd when Baldus had been dead for a little while. Born to two parents who were both soldiers who defended the fort Isnahd. Russ's grandfather Marco was a huge presence in Russ's life from a young age. Giving him his first Lance at age eight. He was immediatly put into training to become the next great soldier of Isnahd. At age 12 he began to train on horses which was a great struggle. He only began to have success corralling one horse. This horse (almost a pony at the time) He renamed Artemis and trained with him ever since. His relationship with his grandfather was complicated through his years of training. While he learned nearly everything he knew from the great soldier, often Russ was overworked and under appreciated thus driving his need for perfection at all time. He rarely saw his actual parents as they were often on duty protecting the fort or out on missions. He occasionally spent some time from his mother who attempted to show him some less violent skills. After years of struggle he was able to sew. His mother also taught him the importance of compassion and kindness, although this message hasn't so much been sunken in. At sixteen Russ got news both of his parents had died on a mission against asgard soldiers. He barely knew his father and only knew his mother a little so he wasn't destroyed but upset. In order to make up for this, his grandfather gave him his Lance and his Combat cards. Marco was becoming very sick and knew he would pass away soon so his training of Russ began to increase, explaining that when he passed Russ would take control of the fort which had been taking more and more of a beating from Asgard soldiers over the last two years of his life. Finally, when Russ was twenty, Marco passed away and entrusted the fort to Russ. But he had a different idea. He entrusted the well being of the fort to his high ranking members. Gathered his things. And took off on Artimus to join the resistance. Hoping to finish the job his Grandfather started.
*Please tell me if anything is wrong with this. Like I said my knowledge is limited so I tried my best.
Last edited by Sheps™; 12th October 2012 at 1:09 AM.
Evicted From Home = Retired
Edites, sorry it took so long. Been busy lately.
Evicted From Home = Retired