Name: Max, Kyle, Nathan (will make sense after personality.
Age: 25
Gender: male
Color of their magic: A dark, evil like, green. With a faint blood red tint
Magical item: A trident staff.
Personality: He is crazy. Literally. He has three personalities.
Max: He is the calm, cool, collective one. He is the kind of person who can evaluate any situation, and find a way to get around it. He never gets angry, ever. Nothing phases him, or distracts him. He is a man who always seems to be on a mission, and will do anything to complete it. This is the believed real personality.
Kyle: A virtually baby. Not a baby, baby though. He is a whining man child, who is the opposite of calm. He always seems mad or displeased with something. Honest is one word to describe him, rude is a better one; he is frank to the point, and always gets on people nerves.
Nathan: The joking one. Nathan is a joker, never taking a thing seriously, and seems to float through life. This personality is the most immature, and constantly plays prank. He is a joker, and like the "Joker" in Batman. His mind is diabolical, and complicated, able to think of this you would think him unable to.
History: He has no idea about it. He suffered from head drama; this gave him the three personalities. This also erased most of his memories. Max is currently searching for answers about his past. All he has to go on though are vague images, and voices.
Appearance: Depends on how he likes to look. He is very strong with shape sifting spells, and usually keeps a different look. The way people know it is him is a tattoo on his right arm; it is always visible because he only wears short sleeves shirts.
Alliance: Bad. At least mostly, Kyle would go either way, and Nathan is really just for chaos, not organized villainy. Max is evil, but hates to work in groups, he is really only there because the people have connections, he uses these to help find his past.
Other: up for love
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That User Who Changed Their Name A Dozen Times And So No One Ever Knew Who They Were Half the Time and When They Did Only Used Bolt.
The tragic tale of losing all #Brand for nothing in return.
magic clor: a dark blue, with tints of purple, and lavander.
Apperence: very pale almost like a ghost. She has short black hair that goes a little past her chin, and green blue eyes.
(Here's a picture but her eyes are a diffrent color. http://i.i.ua/oboi/pic/0/4/195540.jpg )
Personality: she seems childish at times, she loves a good fight, and normally likes to 'toy' with her enemies.
Magic item: two bracelets that turn into swords
History: (I can't think of anything now, but will post it when I think of something. . .sorry)
Alliance: bad
Other: up for love
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"Why don't we let Peeta claim it, since he died today?"-Finnick (Catching Fire) "We may be friends and all, but if were being chased by crazy flesh eating zombies. I won't lie. . .I'll trip you."~ Me after watching the hills have eyes.
Appearence: Firey red hair and a freckled body. She is quite short with her small frame.
Colour of their magic: Pastel Green
Magical item: A flat peice of silver (about the size of a silver dollar) with ingravings on the front that constantly change. SHe wears this on a chain aorund her neck and when she feels threatened it sort of "spits out" objects that explode on contact. (she can personally weild them)
Personality: Sam is an easily excited and on the outside appears to be qute the pushover. YEt if you push her too far don't be suprised to find yourself on a bed set on fire floating down quite a fangerous cliff. SHe is sweet and is hard to ask forgiveness from.
History: Her parents sent her off to her aunt's house at a young age so she barely knows them. Her aunt has a lot of.... secrets.
Alliance: Neutral (for the moment)
Other: Up for love?
The one who smiles the most has something to hide.
..i'm lonely...message me..some how add me on your social networking site (unless you are some creepy weirdo who stalks girls for their organ harvesting company..i personally like them inside of me thankyou )
Anyone that wants to join can still join. We can start now as well. Start off were ever out in the world or in the base were ever. I'll post later if no one beats me to it.
*shy wave* Hi. I'm new here, but this sounds like fun and I'd like to be a part of it, if you still need people?
Name: Khistopher (KHIStopher, not KHRIStopher) Mikala Reed
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Colour of their magic: Bright neon pink ^_^
Magical item: Sword that seems far too large for someone of her size.
Personality: Sweet and gentle. She believes that all life has value, down to the tiniest fly. Doesn't eat meat or wear anything that comes from an animal if she can possibly help it. She's very sociable and confident, though she prefers to follow rather then lead. A little bit of an airhead, and very innocent, she's naive and easily to manipulate at times. She hates violence but if you manage to get her dander up high enough, she'll prove that just because she dislikes violence doesn't mean she won't use it.
History: She always knew she was....differant....from her friends and loved ones. As a teenager, her powers revealed themselves rather explosively, and she may have maybe accidentally cause a teeny-tiny insy-wensy fire. It's not like she meant to! But none the less, she did, and people got hurt. People even died, because of her. Feeling horrible, she ran away, and lived on her own until she was about eighteen. By that time, she mostly had her abilities under control. When she met up with others like her, it only took a few more years of schooling before she had her power in check. She's still a bit afraid to use it, only because she's seen how easy it is for things to get out of control.
She joined the Ghost Squad for that reason, too- because she doesn't want to see magic hurt anyone else again.
Alliance:Ghost Squad
Other: I am not putting 'up for love' here, I don't care what anyone says.
If anyone wonders I posted my character in the DT I didn't just suddenly decide to have him. Okay and another thing that I just randomly came up with. Underneath the Ghost squad base is a giant golden glowing orb that is the essence of magic and thats were the evil is coming from.
Bones
I walked down the dimly lit hall of the office building that was above the Base. The walls were glass and you could see around the big open rooms their was a light on in some of the rooms were the late workers hadn't chosen to leave yet.
Not that they could anymore at 10pm every night the office building became tightly sealed with a think metal coating that had only been broke once. I continued to walk down the hall to the elevator when I saw Private Chiswick*someone can make them him if they want but he's only human the only human member of the ghost squad*. Private Chiswick
preferred to keep his name as Private Chiswick from when he had been part of the ghost squad defence team.
"Chswick what are you doing up so late" I shouted and he held the elevator fo me.
"just waking the guards up they always think they can get an hours extra sleep just because the seal doesn't open for an hour" Chiswick said as I walked down to him.
"yeah well you know how it is with us around their isn't really much guarding to do, their just kind of the extras we bring along with us" I joked. Guards always got brought along on missoin as extras normally at least two out of the five squad team that would go would end up dead, meaning that their were always a lot of new guards. As I reached the elevator the speakers in the office and the elevator started to blurt out a warning.
"alert golden Orb has become unstable" The siren blurted once before who ever had hit the alarm had turned it off, or he was dead and someone else had turned it off.
"we should probably get down their" Chiswick said and I nodded but before we could aloud screeching sound rang up out of no were. The glass started to tremble and then shatter and I and Chiswick were reduced to are knees in agony. It was the sound of the orb being peirced, which could mean only one thing the great evil had come back. After Three minutes in agony the sound stopped and me and chiswick could stand again.
"I think we should wait for renforcments" I said and The Private nodded it wasn't long before a group of twenty soildiers was joining us in the lift. Twenty soildiers fitted in the lift with at least fifty waiting to get the next one. Soildiers began cocking their guns and checking the double checking them. Even The Private took out his revolver took out the bullets and put frech ones in for good meassure. With all the soildiers and their big machine guns I felt kind of stupid pulling out my staight razor and geting ready. The doors pinged open and the soildiers fanned out while Me and Chiswick took a slower aproach out into the room. In the Middle was the giant golden orb. But that was it the rest was empty. I ran to the control room were the alarm had been activated. One man was sprawled across his desk with a kinfe in the back of his head, another man was glued to the wall with his own burning flesh. The last of the three men looked like he must of been turned inside out. Chiswick looked around before having too swallow back some sick.
"Christ magic can do some nasty shit" He said and i Nodded.
"no shit" I said quietly under my breath. Then suddednly the light flickered and the hall that had been empty was full of vampire soildiers all dressed in black amour.
"Bugger" I said before they attacked. I blew a couple away with my magic so that I could reach the com-link.
"kind of need help here" I shouted into the com. Not waiting to here the answer.
Ferdinand sprinted down the corridoor, his feet glowing red as he magically gave them superhuman speed. He had heard the commotion downstairs, and was about to turn the corner when he heard Bones' voice over the announcer.
"Kind of need help here!"
"I'm practically there." Ferdinand muttered.
An armed man stepped suddenly out the corner. Ferdinand nearly sliced him in two, before realising he was one of the guards.
"What's going on?" Ferdinand asked.
"Some infiltrators." The guard said. "Follow me, you're way of the mark."
Ferdinand struggled to run at the guard's annoyingly slow pace, before eventually coming towards the control room. The door was wide open, and Ferdinand could see Bones fighting alongside the guards. Between Ferdinand and the door were three soldiers dressed in black armour.
"Surrender if you want to live!" Ferdinand pointed his sword at the soldiers.
They replied by firing a volley of bullets at them, which Ferdinand, using magically enhanced speed and reflexes, parried with his sword. The soldiers soon found their guns were empty.
"Do you even know who you face?" Ferdinand roared, stepping towards them, his sword glowing red and orange. "I am a ghost!"
The guard Ferdinand was with opened fire on the soldiers. They appeared to possess superhuman qualities, and only one of them was hit, dropping to the floor dead. The two that remained attempted to leap over Ferdinand - Ferdinand succeeded in stopping one in its tracks, but the other landed on the guard and disembowled him.
"Shit."
Ferdinand looked in the control room. Bones was still battling the soldiers in the control room, but some had noticed Ferdinand's fight and were running towards him.
Looks like I'm going to have to kill them. Ferdinand thought. He decapitated the soldier who had jumped past him, and turned towards the rest.
I refuse to acknowledge the existence of this signature.
"Damn." She muttered. The attack was far, and it would take her awhile to get there.
"Come on, get your ass down there." A voice yelled out as it ran down the hall. Alex spun around and ducked his head into her room and gave her a grimace. "Come on." She replied with a dark look, but followed him down anyway.
She saw the group of struggling people and sighed. How did they get in here anyway. Some guard must have slacked off and let them breach the security. She cast her spell and her mist drifted and wrapped around a man locked in battle, strangling him on the spot. She whirled around and impaled another. As she passed Alex she whispered loudly, "What gave? The security's supposed to be indestructible." He only shrugged back. Some leader. He didn't even want the position.
She let her mist fall over a group of people, protagonists and antagonists alike, and they collapsed, asleep. It was the most peaceful thing she could think up as it was impossible to single out the Ghosts from the Bad People With No Name but We Should Find Them or They Should Be More Creative and Make One Up Themselves.
“One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes” ~ The Little Prince~
Saul's face, a mask of pure concentration, matched his brisk pace as he strode down the corridor leading to the containment chamber for the Arcanist's Globe. However, he knew that no matter how narrowed his eyebrows, no matter how tight and taut his muscles were, no amount of intensity could make him look intimidating at the moment; for no one was intimidated by heart-speckled boxers, the thing he was wearing, aside from his Gauntlets and earpiece. Effeciency came before fashion, after all, and he didn't look half bad for a man half his age, in his opinion; pants would have to wait.
"Read you Bones. Ranneck en route, thirty seconds tops," he said calmly, quickening his pace slightly as the sounds of battle drifted into earshot. As he approached the exit of the barracks, the last door opened and a young woman poked her head out to see what the commotion was.
"What's going on, boss? The alarm..."
"Hey, Newbie--ready for your first lesson?"
"Sure thing, boss man..." She snickered, probably at his choice of wardrobe. "Nice panties." Yep. Sure enough.
He strode right past her without so much as a smile, finding himself three steps ahead of her in no time. "You're lagging behind. Keep up now."
He heard her jog up behind him, her sneakers pounding against the tile. "So what's goin' on? What's the rush? Fill me in!"
"People are dying and you have to kill the people that killed the dying people."
She hesitated a moment before scurrying back up to him. "Someone died, sir?"
"Probably a dozen or so by now." He drew in the air with his index finger, a faint trail of shadow forming a visible symbol of power. The door at the end of the corridor opened, and Saul and his apprentice stepped through.
"Am I gonna die? i didn't sign on to die.."
"You're a Ghost, kid. Ghosts aren't even alive." After a moment of silence, he added, "But yeah, you might."
"Don't wanna die."
"Well then. It's in your best interest to learn from me and keep me alive."
"Yes, sir."
They walked in silence for a moment, reaching the massive rolling door that allowed access to the Arcanist's Globe. Two guards stood at attention, one of them stifling a laugh despite the obvious terror on his face. "Password, Sir?" the other asked Saul, following procedure.
"Open Says Me," Saul growled and the guards stepped aside, sensing urgency. He opened the door with another gesture, the arcane detectors embedded in the circuitry of the door recognizing his arcane signature. Caressa and Saul stepped through the door, the sounds of battle painfully clear now.
"So what's the first thing I do?" she asked quietly as Saul adjusted his gauntlets.
"Follow my lead. Burn anything that gets close." Saul picked up his pace to a jog, bypassing the security systems of the corridor via arcane commands and reaching the final chamber in a matter of seconds. Caressa paced his jog easily enough, and before he reached out and pressed his hand to the bio-detector on the side of the door, he turned to her, meeting her eyes for the first time. ""Through this door is the Arcanist's Glob. There's going to be a lot of blood. My advice to you is don't freeze up; you'll be dead before you realize you've made a mistake." With that, the door slid open and the pair stepped into the warzone--heart speckled boxers and all.
Got YWS? I do.
Lumi: Don't you drag my donobby into this. Lumi: He's the sweetest angel this side of hades.
i tapped my foot impatiently as I waited for the elevator to come back up. I lasted only ten seconds before bringing my hands together and warping into the elevator shaft. I saw the light of the elevator coming towards me and cursed. I brought my hands together again and appeared on the other side of the elevator. I dropped in silence before landing smoothly on the ground and motioning for the doors to open.
The doors opened to reveal a scene straight from hell. The guards bodies were strewn all over the room, and a few wizards were trying to hold back an onslaught of Vampires. I hopped out of the elevator shaft and started gathering magical energy into the marks on my arm.
A vampire came towards me but I charged towards him and thrust my arm through its chest. The Vampire disappeared in a cloud of dust and I turned to face the others.
Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
I went to confront noisy neighbours, only to find the windows dark, stuck with two notes. The ghost, too, had "gone fishing". Something still whistled. — Liminality
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