posted Mar 29, 2019 14:08:24 GMT
Post by kanna on Mar 29, 2019 14:08:24 GMTName: Kaelani Veryn Asscher Age: Chronological - 3 Biological - 27 Mental - 1059 Gender: Female Height: Five feet, seven inches Weight: One-hundred and twenty-nine pounds Race: Genetically Modified Human Nationality: Boscan Großereich Organization: Intergalactic Mercenary Guild Rank: Green [0 REP] Orientation: Bisexual | Single Alignment: Chaotic Evil Appearance [/b] - Being trained as an Assassin in the IMG, Kaelani is extremely stealthy and able to blend into crowds, sneak up on unsuspecting targets, and hide in plain sight.Physical Description: Inherently sophisticated and versatile with all colours of clothing, Kaelani’s flesh is that of alabaster, an off-white shade that appears as if it would bruise with ease and any laceration would shine brightly. A faux blush stains her otherwise colourless cheeks while her eyes of unnatural scarlet peek out from under heavily coated black lashes, giving off the impression of larger hues than normal. Her lips are full and pert, usually painted with a vintage shade of lipstick called Currant, but sometimes, they are rendered bare with only a light gloss to accentuate the fullness. Kaelani’s hair is a slightly darker rendition of her scarlet eyes, more of a garnet with subtle highlights of cherry-pink which can only be seen under the correct source of lighting, normally at dusk or daybreak. She bares no physical scars, blemishes, nor identifying markings save for the several piercings in her left ear - known as a constellation piercing, she has eleven metal protrusions. Clothing: Fashion is unimportant to Kaelani and for the most part, this is proven by her daily attire of black clothing that consists of a hooded jacket, a midriff-revealing shirt, a pair of shorts, and knee-high boots. She has the sense to wear appropriate dressings when attending formal events but those are few and far between, so her closet holds minimal garments of such splendor. Comfort and accessibility are the most crucial parts of her chosen articles of clothing and thinking in this manner, she’s rarely without what’s necessary to successfully complete a task. Personalities: ”Missing is the sure mind. It bends to whomever it wishes. It is now them in a different body.” Twisted and malformed, pieced together by careless fingers, Kaelani’s personalities could be defined as evil incarnate, or insane. While Kaelani herself, a person with loose morals, a person that could be said to see gray rather than simply black and white, is not a truly diabolical creation nor is she inept to comprehend the differences between good and bad. She has a more laid back approach to life, uncaring of the world around her, perhaps a bit selfish, but most certainly aware of what is occuring. A bit eccentric and eclectic, she has no trouble speaking her mind but also knows when to be blindly loyal and obedient, with no exception. However, her shared mind has a millennia of experience, albeit shadowed by a vessel-less existence, and this particular personality is far from the mediocrity Kaelani’s dominance displays. Invariably cruel and gruesome, fearful and distasteful, a mockery of what should have never been human, Kaelani’s secondary personality is that of an old soul, an even older mind, and is particularly malicious and malevolent. Manifestation occurs when triggered by sights, smells, even tastes, yet not all triggers are known but when it does become recognizable, by either a change in Kaelani’s eyes - turning a shade of placid, sapphire blue - or by further physical abnormalities, she frightens even herself. From the first time of tasting human flesh, to the insatiable bloodlust to slay scores of innocence and bathe in their fresh sanguine, the battle of whose mind controls is beginning to end and Kaelani fears that she is losing. History ”Watch carefully, the magic that occurs, when you give a person, just enough comfort, to be themselves.” “And how long’s this one survived?” “Twelve months and sixteen days.” “Has she returned?” “Unfortunately not, however, the body seems to be adapting well but…” “...” “It’s her mentality that seems to be breaking. I’ve had Doctor Brandt speak with her quite frequently and from the notes here, all she speaks of is incoherent babble. Every now and then, a word can be made out but otherwise, it’s just something nobody can understand, or possibly, comprehend?” “Are you suggesting that she’s speaking in an ancient language?” “Well, it’s definitely not impossible, I just don’t think that’s the case.” “Have Brandt interview her again and I’ll observe.” “But sir, she was spoken with this morning. Without some time to recuperate, we’ll lose her.” “Then we’ll start over again. I want to see the progression for myself, if there truly is any.” An hour later, a man with moon-shaped inch-thick glasses, dark chestnut hair that was neatly parted on the right side, and perfectly clean shaven entered the enclosure of reinforced steel. Three armed men followed behind him into the suite, of sorts, which included a table, two chairs, and a very uncomfortable bed that was barely wide enough to hold the woman’s body. All of which were hinged onto the floor as to keep them from being moved or broken. All were crafted of a cold metal, giving the impression of a sterile hospital room. Two locking mechanisms clicked and groaned, revealing a large mirror - a two-way so she could be seen without being able to see - and from behind this mirror, she was observed by a team of six individuals. Everything was had it of been during the morning with the exception of the extra member and everything started just as it normally would. The woman didn’t eat nor drink but was pumped full of vitamins and sustenance to ensure her survival yet she was particularly malnourished, enough so that it only took one of the armed guards to get her into the chair opposite of the psychologist. “Alright, I know it’s only been a few hours since our last conversation, Miss Scarlet,” Doctor Brandt began, shifting his glasses and smiling warmly, just as he always did, “But we have a special guest. So, I’d like for you to try again, try to talk to me, let me know what you’re feeling.” She sat in silence, staring at him with lackluster eyes of unnatural crimson, and for a brief second, a miniscule microexpression curled in the corner of her dry bottom lip. The doctor caught this odd behavior and looked to the mirror, nodded his head, then leaned forward to gently place his hand across the table in effort to offer some sense of safety. Her eyes followed the movements of his hand, the way his muscles slithered under the few layers of flesh that contained life’s precious gift, kept it so safe, and her attention slowly returned to his eyes of dark brown. Normally, she would have been going on and on, talking as if her tongue wasn’t capable of pronouncing words, but this time, she remained absolutely silent and this disturbed both the doctor and the man who had started this process many years ago. ”I thought you said that this one talked?” “Yes, sir, she normally does, but maybe it’s too soon to try again. I’m unsure as to why she’s gone silent…” “And more importantly, what is this “Miss Scarlet” nickname? She’s not a toy, Fischer, not his fucking plaything.” “Sir, I can’t control what Doctor Brandt does, or how he treats his patients.” “Come again?” “Umm, I can’t --” “I didn’t suddenly go daft or deaf, Fischer, I heard what you said. What I’m trying to wrap my tiny little mind around is the fact that you’re his boss and you don’t control what he does? Is that what you’re telling me? Wait… that’s rhetorical, please save me the two minutes of your stuttering and simply fix it, does that work for you?” “Yes, sir.” After another hour of complete and utter silence from the woman, Doctor Brandt shook his head after glancing at the mirror, then stood while the guards readied themselves for exit. It was as he stood that he noticed her left hand, more accurately, her left index fingernail which had turned a nasty shade of dark blue and black almost like she’d smashed it with a hammer. He could swear that it hadn’t been like that when they began which had only been a little more than hour ago and as he circled the table to get closer, he blinked in rapid succession as the colours began moving up her finger. “Miss Scarlet, when did you hurt yourself?” he asked, not expecting any sort of response, but continued to inquire about her finger, “It seems to be getting worse and we should take a look at it. Please, if I may?” Reaching down to grasp hold of her hand, Doctor Brandt seemed to have gone into some sort of hypnotized state and couldn’t stop himself from attempting to touch her. One of the guards pointed his weapon at the doctor, immediately telling him to refrain from moving any further, that under no circumstances and for his own safety, she was never to be touched by human hands. He didn’t listen and just before the tip of his finger touched her hand, bloody tissue, brain matter, and skull fragments exploded across the table, the wall, and her face. His body fell like a sack of potatoes, completely limp and as dead as possible, against the table and somewhat onto her lap. Her lips had become suddenly so dry and her only desire in that second was to run her tongue along the flesh of her bottom lip, to moisten what had cracked, and in that second, the taste of human blood reentered her system. All her senses heightened to astronomical proportions - she could hear the screams from the other side of the mirror, the sound of the guards’ heartbeats, even their breathing patterns, and she could smell the blood flowing inside their veins. The very blood she so desperately desired to spill. Time slowed around her as the guards went to retrieve the doctor’s corpse and a blood curdling scream came from her elongated maw as her body physically transformed before the onlookers’ eyes. Her flesh became ashen in color, beautifully pale, while her hair lengthened two-fold and became a stark white, nearly matching her complexion, and her eyes changed to that of solid black as her arms broke and manipulated themselves into enormous crescent-shaped bladed weapons. The first of the three was decapitated with one fell swoop, the second had his innards sprayed across the wall he’d been pinned against and his heart beat one last time in her mouth which was decorated with several rows of razor-sharp teeth, but the last one, the one that tried to contain her was spared for the moment. Only his legs and arms broken, a mere fragment of a man, and he was perched in one of the chairs as she returned to a more normal appearance. A visage of true beauty, such gorgeous placid blue eyes, lovely locks of white and silver, and a petite frame of superior femininity. Staring directly at the mirror, in all the glory of who she was, her voice sang with angelic tone… “I should scold you, my son, for taking so terribly long to complete me.” Every single person that had been observing was now staring at the white-haired man, slack-jawed and obviously stunned by the realization. The first to speak up was a woman, pretty enough but nothing special, with golden hair and green eyes that sparkled quite remarkably, and she was head of the Coding Department, Doctor Hoven. "We took an oath not to bring her back, Kengard, we fucking swore…” The next, a broad man with jet black hair that was slicked back, silver eyes, and severely mangled ears, which was his way of denouncing his heritage as Elven. He was head of Bioenergetics, Doctor R’ostyke. “As much as I hate to admit it, sir, but she’s correct, your mother is far too dangerous to be allowed to live again.” “That is not your decision to make, R’ostyke, nor is it yours, Hoven.” Turning his back towards the window, Kengard took his right thumb into the palm of his hand and extended the thumbnail into his soft flesh, releasing enough of his own blue vitae that it dripped onto the floor. Inside the containment, the woman cocked her head as she lifted her nose into the air, sniffing as if some sort of animal, and upon inhaling the scent of her child’s blood, she began to frenzy. Wailing like a banshee, she cried for the execution of those that spilled the sanguine of that which belonged to her, of her precious child, of her own flesh and blood, and she transformed once again into something far more terrifying than what had been previously witnessed. The only survivor inside with her died quickly as she lopped off his head in haste, smashing it with her foot as she flung herself against the mirror, instantly shattering it into a million shards that pierced the skin of the people that once observed her. Screaming once again, she returned to the beautiful woman of before as the slew of doctors huddled and cowered against the nearby wall, trying to protect themselves from the wrath of something so evil. Only Kengard stood, slowly rounding himself to gaze at his mother for the first time in almost a millenia, and she smiled so lovingly towards him, gracefully taking his injured hand into hers where she healed the wound with her own obsidian blood that snaked through his bright blue veins. “Mother,” he sighed, sweetly taking her petite frame into his larger form, hugging her tightly which she responded in with kind, “I’ve missed you so…” Releasing herself from his grasp, she nodded lovingly, and briefly kissed his cheek before moving her gaze towards those that remained in the floor, tending to one another’s injuries. “Is The Demon still alive?” she asked. Fischer, being the only one able to speak, somehow managed to stutter, “He’s.. ugh… he’s in Trillium… ughh, with his wife, Eris…” “Interesting, the sword has taken on life once again,” she mouthed unto herself, glancing back to Kengard, “And his powers?” “Unreturned, much like yours when not in this form,” he replied, watching the red begin to return to his mother’s eyes, “Kaelani will retain your memories but for now, you may only take this form under dire situations. It was the best I could do… I apologize for failing you.” “No, this is useful, my son. The Demon and I have unfinished business to which I prefer he knows not of my return yet…” she smiled wickedly, “But of these five, I only find purpose with two - the elf and the half-breed. I require sustenance before being released so, do grant me an audience as I feed.” To be continued... Equipment & Items Sanguis I [Type K1-R7] Gen 2.0 Bluttrauer Orange Egg - Eggsy Ruins Everything, A Trilogy Stats - 113 Toughness: 11 Acuity: 26 Power: 10 Speed: 26 Magical Strength: 20 Magical Fortitude: 20 Earned Stat Points Earned: 0/13 Arc Points Earned: 0/0 Credits Earned: 36,000/36,000 Sources Character Creation 10,000 Credits April Side Even 2019 5 SP & 10,000 Credits The Independence Gala 8 SP & 16,000 Credits Skills & Disciplines [*] Swordsmanship / Blade Proficiency - Kaelani is extremely skilled and precise when wielding her sword and other bladed weaponry. [*] Moral Ambiguity - Kaelani is open-minded and has no qualms doing deeds necessary to complete a job or task. [/ul] Magic Name: Geteiltes Blut [Shared Blood] Type: Elemental Manipulation - Blood Proficiency: 3 Rank: 3 Description(s): An ancient and arcane form of magic, Geteiltes Blut is a powerful rendition of such animosity and hatred that it physically consumes the user, tempting them into complete darkness where a more malicious creature awaits. At random moments, the true creator of Geteiltes Blut reveals herself in a bout of offensive manifestation, personifying both physicalities of her once human form and mentalities from times long forgotten - from minor flashes of blue in her eyes to full blown alterations of personality. For the time being, Geteiltes Blut has been sealed inside the user, only allowing small fractions of magic to leak into their system but as the user grows, so does the magic and so does the creator's hunger for reincarnation, to reclaim what she once lost. As part of the soul of this magic, the user is allowed to freely manipulate blood, making it dance and maneuver, forcing it to harden and form crude instruments, however, only for a few moments before it seeks out warmth as the blood dies when outside any body with the exception of the user whose blood is obsidian in color. Techniques: 7/7 [5 Earned & 2 Bought] Geteiltes Blut: Duftmarke [Signature Scent] - 1 Type: Supportive / Passive Range: 20 meters Effect: The user has the ability to identify people within range simply by the scent of their blood if they have encountered them beforehand - either in this lifetime or another. Once the user has come into contact with a person, their blood scent is retained and since every person's blood has a unique flavor, if having been tasted, the user may also use this technique as an identifying marker if blood has been left behind. Geteiltes Blut: Steigend [Rising] - 3 Type: Offensive Range: 15 meters Effect: After flooding one's magic into the earth, several ten foot tall spikes of hardened black blood will erupt from the ground within the area of effect from the user, leaving no more than a few inches between the base of each spike. Being pierced by aforementioned spikes will cause intense damage and the spikes will shatter into pieces after the attack. Cooldown of 3, Instantaneous. Geteiltes Blut: Änderung [Modification] - 3 Type: Supportive Range: Self Effect: This technique physically alters the user's appearance to that of a menacing creature moreso than a human being. The user's forearms, from just below the elbow to the fingertips, turns a deep shade of onyx and their fingertips elongate by four inches, making crude razor-sharp instruments of the slicing variety. The user's sclera in their eyes turns black and their pupils turn white, giving them an eerie impression of someone without a soul. Lastly, the user's mouth is split wide open, from ear to ear, and lined with several rows of sharpened teeth that are good for chewing sinew and anything else the user desires to consume. *Note(s): The user may elect to use one of any of the effects described at any time without using any of the others. Also, this technique may surface during emotionally stressful situations without the user's consent, otherwise, the user may control it. All weaponry created is classified as C. Cooldown of 3, Duration of 3 [/div]
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Brave Galaxy is set in a world loosely based on Hiro Mashima’s Fairy Tail and Eden’s Zero. It is a PG-13 or so rated space fantasy RP, and uses a combination of character statistics, which can be acquired via roleplaying and events, and creative freedom to help direct players’ characters. While there is a main storyline, which can be found in the events section, characters are free to interact with others and their environment however they see fit.