Nations RP: OOC/SU

Name: Dirk
Age:30
Alliance: Attrox
Appearance:
Bio: A warlord of the great Attrox. fears nothing, but the gods themselves. inrolled in the military at age of 18 and plans on taking the world even if he has to kill his own to do so.
Personality: evil and twisted
Weapon: sword, sheild and a attached crossbow on his right arm
Powers: shoots dark energy orbs and has other magic dark powers

 

wow that pic is incredibily awesome looking

 

Name: Storm Valentine
Age:
Alliance: Dictator of Attrox
Appearance:
Bio:
Personality:
Weapon:
Powers:

Will edit later

 

Oh man. Do I have to put a picture? cause i'm 80% done with making a character for this.

 

Name: Storm Valentine

Age: 605

Alliance: Dictator of Attrox

Appearence: 6'0" even, weighs 243 pounds, and has long blonde hair, ponytailed at the end with dark/dirty look to it. Wears a white scruffy collar, long-sleeve white tux shirt with dark purple vest. The coattails of his vest make a V shape going downwards. He wears black tux pants with Dragonhide boots and Alligator teeth belt buckle with leather fitting and custom vortex belt buckle. Holds a shiny gold handled Cutlass at his side, along with a black and gold plated multi-barrel Pistol.

Biography: Storm is from a very prodigious family of wealthy upperclass citizens. Being as such, it was very easy for him to obtain power and control over his subordinates. Master fencer, Expert Marksman, and good with Shotokahn martial arts, he is a worthy opponent for any to face in or outside his 13,000 square foot mansion and gardens. His immense wealth has enabled him to buy out most of his enemies, and he has become the figure for the new movement to take over the continent. His newly formed Dictatorship has given him the power to manipulate the regions and gain popularity in other areas. His wealth has additionally given him access to the premeire items in Vance , along with the latest technology. He bought and owns a multiple-barrel solid black gold pistol. This being a notch up from the commonly used single-shot weapons, Storm's pistol is capable of firing up to six shots without reloading.

Five-Hundred and Seventy Eight Years Ago...

Storm was seventeen years old. He had gotten trapped in a gorge while hunting, and was being chased by carnivorous animals. A large Minotaur was hot on his heels, and a Griffin was preparing to attack him from above. The Minotaur smashed the side of his head with a swipe of his monstrous arm, and the Griffin was quickly closing in. Storm was loosing blood fast, which would attract even more creatures. Suddenly, the Griffin fell from the sky, gripping at his throat as if in some kind of unbeleivable pain. He crashed into the ground, and the Minotaur turned to stop. He decided to attack the weakened Griffin.

As he was about to prey on him, a shadow emerged and drove the Minotaur into the ground, killing him in seconds thereafter. Storm slowly stood up, clutching his still bleeding head. Then, the shadow dashed at him and sank fangs into his throat, draining him to the point of death. Storm awoke hours later, feeling incredibly fueled, and filled with an insatiable thirst for blood. He dived at the still liing corpse of the Minotaur, and drained him completely, where the Griffin soon followed. Empowered with a fruitfull life ahead of him, Storm returned to Attrox, changed, and somewhat more powerful. Over time, he developed a power, one that all of his kind do other than eternal life.

He gained the dark gift of creation. He was able to influence people and organisms to his will, he could create a mansion in a matter of days with a few thoughts. He was able to create materials, to create emotion, to create life without a spouse.

He had become a vampire.

Personality: Valentine is a viscious strategist who will stop at nothing to control Vance. Being ruler of Attrox along with being from such a long line of rich nobles, he has gained his ancestors snobbish quirks, along with beleiving he is better than anyone else.

Weapons: Sword, Pistol, teeth

Abilities: Expert Fencer, good with Shotokahn. Able to drain blood to fuel him, cannot die by common means, can gain tremendous strength by giving in to his "Dark Side."

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Name: Caedus

Alliance: Evil

Appearence: Caedus stands at 6'5", and weighs 233 pounds. He wears long black and purple make-shift silk pants, along with an overflowing purple robe that hangs just above the ground. His face is covered by the hood of the robe, and he wears midnight black silk gloves. His body is covered in tattoos and ancient symbols of a long forgotten race. His skin is a tan color.

Biography: Caedus is perhaps the strangest being presently alive. His mystical tattoos and strange incantations startle most who see him. His body itself is quite intimidating, bearing markings of the forgotten civilization of Ammit. Ammit was a supersticious culture who honoured the different Gods of the known world. Isis was the god of Wisdom, and the main one the poepl of Ammit treasured. They practiced their Sacred rituals and magical spells to honor and appease Isis. Amun Ma'at, God of Justice, was protector to Isis. Caedus despised both of these creatures, and so he sided with both Osiris and Ra, the Gods of Death and Sun.

With the newfound power and hatred fueled by these vengeful spirits, Caedus acted their will and destroyed Ammit and it's people. No one knows how long he has been alive, only that the records of Ammit date back to other 2,500 years ago. He has long since been in slumber, it is assumed, until recently. He has arisen once more, sensing the bloodlust and stench of war. His powers are stronger than he could remember. Bearing the Sceptor of Seth, God of the Desert, he has become the High Preist of Attrox. Befriending Storm Valentine, his thirst for war has never been closer to being quenched. Many question as to where his powers limits are, and where it comes from.

It comes from his soul, but is channeled through his scepter. The only reason being is that he posseses the long famed and sought after "Eye of Ra", what he says was a gift from the God himself. It replaces his right eye. He also posseses the Ankh of Osiris, his right arm. It is covered in pure gold, malleable and wanted by many. Using these tools, he releases the power of the Gods upon his foes.

Seth Daigun is Caedus's closest friend. Having met over 1000 years ago, the two have confided in eachother ever since. After all, what use is a mortal to an immortal, might as well befriend your own kind. Not only being the high priest, Caedus is one of the highest ranked generals in Attrox's army.

Personality: Caedus is precise and diligent. His beleifs lie in the gods, and his bloodlust has kept him properly motivated for many years. The only person he actually shows the slightest bit of emotion with is Seth. He is his longest friend.

Weapons: Caedus has a crescent moon shaped blade he calls "Orpheus." The blade seems to have a life of its own as it is often seen slashing through the battlefield with noone controlling it. He uses ancient styles of his people to wield it.

Abilities: He can summon the dead, and he posseses the ability to launch bolts of lightning from the sky or his body. By summoning immense power, he can expel large amounts of energy and force from his body. Depending on the power of these attacks, they can cost him between very little and monumental amounts of energy.


Theres two Shadow

 

Guess I'll choose a different alliance in that case.​

EDIT: Changed alliance to Monos

Name: Mithyl Monterray, Paladin of Monos
Age: 28
Alliance: Ambassador of Monos
Appearance: ​

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Blade with whom I have lived, Blade with whom I now die,
Serve the light one last time, Seek one last heart of evil,
One last life of pain, Cut well old friend...and then it is farewell...
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Bio: Mithyl is jokingly known by the townspeople of Lato as the 'miracle child.' After nearly drowning at a young age, Mithyl claims that he had once 'gone into the light' and claims he can recall his own death quite vividly. This has labelled him as legendary according to some, and as a lunatic according to others. Luckily for him, the noblemen of Monos care not for such superstition and assign positions based on merit and allegiance alone.​

His father Laertes was captain of a legion of the Monos guard, and as such, pressured Mithyl to begin his soldier training at a young age. However, Mithyl just did not take. His father, eager to involve Mithyl in the military life, decided he would teach his son the art of smithing. It wasn't until many years later that Mithyl could comfortably wield a sword, after practicing with his own crafted work.​

At the age of 14, Mithyl was called to Monos's royal courtyard. He was to forge a weapon of such beauty that would stand as a testament to the kingdom of Monos' rich culture. Mithyl gladly respected the king's wishes and produced his finest work. Before presenting it to the king, he took his smithing hammer and took one swift swing at the sword, curving the blade slightly.​

Upon presenting the blade to the king, the king was appalled. Surely any blacksmith could produce a straight blade! It was only after Mithyl explained that only God Himself could create something which is without flaw and anything humans craft must be imperfect, that the king recanted and gladly accepted Mithyl's humble gift. The king rewarded Mithyl with an honorary position on his father's legion.​

Three years later, two bandits from Attrox snuck into the kingdom of Monos by day, and snuck out of the kingdom of Monos, wielding Mithyl's beautiful gift, by night. Laertes took his legion, Mithyl included to retrieve the sword. The guards of Attrox were not prepared to let Mithyl and his fellow soldiers into their kingdom over something so childish, and so it was at this time that Mithyl's negotiating skill shone. He convinced not only the guards to let him (and him alone) into the city, but he even convinced the bandits to return the blade...without a fight!​

The king was so pleased with Mithyl that he wished to grant him anything. Mithyl simply said that he wished to be the king's messenger. He decided that if war could be prevented, it must be prevented at all costs. This was his creed.​

It wasn't until 5 years later, that Mithyl finally displayed his physical strength. The townspeople of Monos were terrorized by a dragon, which kept eating their livestock and destroying their homes. Mithyl's own dwelling was burned to the ground, with his entire family (except for he and his father) inside. Laertes was in agony, his entire life was built with this woman, his children who he loved dearly... He set out to slay said dragon. He fought very bravely and died very quickly...Mithyl had no one left.​

Mithyl donned his heaviest armor, adding a layer of leafy tunics (on the inside) to help absorb heat. He took his favourite sword and shield (all hand crafted of course) and set out to reason with the dragon.​

Foolishness. The dragon would not listen to the words of its dinner.​

The dragon crushed Mithyl with its tail. Mithyl, in his final moments, uttered his famous words:​

Blade with whom I have lived, Blade with whom I now die,
Serve the light one last time, Seek one last heart of evil,
One last life of pain, Cut well old friend...and then it is farewell...​

He valiantly stabbed the dragon, and to his surprise, the heavens themselves poured light onto him...and he grew wings. He flew up above the dragon and swiftly stabbed his blade through its skull.​

The townspeople rejoiced, and began to call Mithyl the miracle child, for his life was spared twice. The king, in his graciousness, declared that Mithyl be known as a Paladin of the kingdom of Monos, for his affiliation with the light.​

And so, 6 years later, Mithyl still serves as the king's ambassador...but in light of Attrox's tardiness and lack of attendance at the Grand Citadel, Mithyl could do little to stop the tension with Attrox.​

Personality: Almost a bit too much of a push-over, Mithyl will work very hard to avoid a fight. He is one of the kindest soldiers to be found on the battlefield. He consistently donates his weapons and armor, as well as food, to fellow soldiers and beggars for no cost.​

Weapon: Anything a smith can craft. Traditionally, he uses a one handed weapon, such as a sword, or mace, and a shield, but has been known to cast aside his shield for a two handed weapon such as a pike or battle axe.​

Powers: Mithyl has the power of light. He is spiritually attuned and can regenerate his wounds faster than most people can. He also has the ability to fly on wings of light, when his life is in peril.​

(Hope that's not too 'god-like' for you...I won't over-abuse it, just thought it'd be neat!)

 

Didn't realize that sorry...mind if I switch to Monos? Otherwise my story doesn't make the most sense S: I was mislead slightly by your description haha.

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And for the flying; I don't mean to use it much at all...I just thought he should have a bit of survivability (like he gets the crap knocked out of him, his wings save his ass and fly him like 20 miles east (lol) and he passes out) for two reasons:

1) He's not the best fighter (I designed him that way), and I intend to use him as a diplomat, not as a warrior (so don't worry about "God-moding" or invincibility)
2) He was, thus far, the only member of the 'good' side. Most people are (and for good reason...I would have too if not everyone did) going to choose the Attrox alliance.

 

Nice character Mike... I like it. Good bio too, good and long (like mine )

Thank you Shadow for the acceptance btw. Nothing you need me to change? nice character to you too btw.

 

Im a happy happy happy happy camper!

Ill make another SU in a bit.

 

Can I make another Attrox character, or does it have to be good?

 

Heh heh heh, excellent. Ill have another SU up in a couple hours, g2g to work

 

Sry bro. ive been busy. ill put one up before the night is out