History: Candouras had grown up in the slum district, and that is where he had witnessed in horror along with his little brother, his mother and fathers death at the age of 7. Ever since then he has been an aggressive, merciless person. Looking for revenge, and killing who ever he can.
Candouras's arm mutated sort of by it's self. He never knew why, but he just rolled with it, so it had become an everlasting weapon of his.
History: Candouras had grown up in the slum district, and that is where he had witnessed in horror along with his little brother, his mother and fathers death at the age of 7. Ever since then he has been an aggressive, merciless person. Looking for revenge, and killing who ever he can.
Candouras's arm mutated sort of by it's self. He never knew why, but he just rolled with it, so it had become an everlasting weapon of his.
Age: Age at death: 43 Years spent in Otherworld: 23
Appearance: A tall, body builder like man. His Right arm is mutated. He wears a jacket and always keeps his hood up, but without his hood up he is bald. Inferno red eyes with a tattoo of a fireball over one eye. He speaks with a low gravelly voice making him seem evil at times.He has many scars all over his face and body. They have served reminders to fights that he had been victorious at, and his ruthless aggression.
Gifts: 1- Strength- Basically, Candouras can punch pretty fair sized holes into walls. This helps him when he is fighting with his arm.
2- Speed- Candouras can run faster and longer than normal humans can. His Athletic ability is also affected by this meaning that he can jump higher than anyone else.
3- Shadow- Candouras can blend into any shadows when he is out matched, causing him to be safe and undetected when he needs to retreat. This also helps him take out targets with
Weapon: Candouras only uses his Right arm as his weapon. His right arm as both a shield and a sword.
History: Candouras had grown up in a poor city, and that is where he had witnessed in horror along with his little brother, his mother and fathers death at the age of 7. Ever since then he has been an aggressive, merciless person. Looking for revenge, and killing who ever he can.
He soon died and went to the Otherworld. He would usually hang out in the slum District. There, he got stronger. Soon started street fight and never lost once. He has been wounded, and almost killed. But never lost. That would be the death of him first. Most of the time, Candouras's brother has to pull him off of his opponents so he doesn't kill them.
But Candouras is not evil. He is very far from evil. He is just driven by rage and revenge. Of that ever lasting memory. He stopped street fighting, and became a vigilante of sorts. Though, he still mercilessly beat the living souls out of the people he hunted, and ripped most of them to shreds. But because of him being a vigilante, he has been hunted by other vigilantes, mercs, and bounty hunters.
He has stopped being a vigilante also, and now he remains in the back alleys of buildings and remained hidden with his brother.
Again, Otherworld is a form of afterlife, so its been around a lot longer than we have. Every time period can be found here from Stone Age(though any of them that are still around are probably in the Savage District) to modern times.
@Xero Scythe: @sage42: Huh. Odd how I bookmarked the previous thread, and yet so far I'm the only one out of the previous group to have made a new character.
@FeralPhantom: Azzy huh? That's a take on my name I haven't heard before :-D
Oh, and you haven't put NimbleJack3 into the OP yet.
Age: Time in otherworld(5 years), Biological age(21 years)
Appearance: 5'10 170 lbs, Has an average body build. Dark brown hair that hangs down to his shoulders. Rarely changes his clothes and wears a dark blue cotton jacket with a fur trim, usually wears his jacket open and has a black undershirt. Wears dark brown cargo pants that go down past his ankles, he normally goes barefoot due to an unexplained aversion to footwear although he has been known to walk over broken glass and other normally hazardous ground without any noticeable harm. His eyes are pure white and emit a very dull light that shifts colors randomly, other than tinting his vision the color that the light is this has no effect on his vision.
Gifts: Sustenance - Doesn't need to sleep, eat, or sustain himself in any way. His body is in a constant state of good health and hygiene.
Can instantly teleport to anywhere within his field of vision, doesn't need to focus on the spot and if his vision is obstructed or obscured he will teleport in a random direction. Can choose whether the momentum he goes into the teleport with is persistent(basically can come out of the teleport stopped or still moving). Has a 100 meter maximum range. Can also teleport up to 400 lbs that he is in contact with.
Gifted Empathy - Can feel other peoples emotions as well as "swap pain"(IE:if your head hurts he can make the pain stop but takes on the pain himself and vice versa). Only the pain is swapped not any actual wound or injury although the wound stops to hurt once the pain is swapped.
Weapon: Has a remarkable talent for effectively using most anything he can lay his hands on as an improvised weapon. The only weapon he always carries on him is a handheld and very powerful taser.
History: From the year 2005, he lived in New York City and worked as a police informant. Was killed after being found out by the mafia. He started out in the industrial district of otherworld. When he first got to otherworld he wasn't ready for the emotions of everyone around him flooding into his head at the same time; this made him irrational and unpredictable ,constantly acting on other peoples emotions, which led people to believe him insane.
Because of this he was sent to the savage district where he gradually learned to control his gifted empathy. After five years in the savage district, using his experience as an informant to blend in as a psycopath, he emerged with his sanity still intact. But that kind of hell still changes people, and now he has only hatred for the society that cast him out.
Appearance: Darren has quite a distinctive facial feature; he has none at all. His head is just a crimson sphere; no lips, ears or anything apart from a jagged line which is his 'mouth'. The mouth can hardly be described as human, as it resembles a shark's jaw more than anything else. Furthermore there isn't a distinctive sign of where his teeth stop and 'flesh' starts due to the featureless characteristic of his head and the fact that he is red. The rest of his body seems to be fine, minus the weird skin colour. He wears a black suit with a white shirt, as well as this he fashions a black bowler hat. He stands 6 foot tall and is rather slim.
Gifts:
1- One of Darren's gifts is regeneration. As long as his heart in his body, he can heal himself quite rapidly.
2- Can change the mass of a bodypart or an item in contact with his hands. The object in question can be increased or decreased 21 times the original, also will be hard as a diamond either way. If it leaves his hands, after 7 seconds it will revert back to normal.
3- Despite the fact that he has no face, no expressions and no features, he can still see and hear. He boasts that the lack of a face is a blessing in disguise as he now possesses the ultimate poker face. The practical usefulness of his head is quite doubtful.
Weapon: An intricately decorated spade and a deck of cards.
History: Darren Taylor's brief life could be described by those who knew him with three words; cheating sneaky twat. Born and brought up in the busy streets of London during the 70s by a poor family with no honest face to be seen (including his parents) in the neighbourhood. In his teens he worked for crooks and resorted to petty crimes himself such as pick pocketing to earn money in a bizzare belief that this was a good way to educate himself about life and the world.
By the time he was a young adult, he was a full time crook. It seemed as if he had the full set; a sharp mind, the charm, the experience and the skills. He conned people and cheated casinos for a living. He might have made it past 40 if it werent for his major flaws. Though he was quite sharp, he was too well aware of it. Furthermore he too frequently used his skills on his potential associates. To avoid the authorities, he'd trick them into becoming bait or scapegoats. For a guy like him it was a matter of time until the inevitable happened. Darren had frequently cheated in a casino, his last time was an attempt at the high stake poker table filled with figures he shouldn't mess with. The casino owner had caught wind of it and to him, it was the last straw for this loud mouthed scum who thought he had outsmarted everyone. Before Darren could do anything his associates, who he was planning to use as a diversion, had made their escape and the thugs were already on him. His charm, smarts and trickery had shielded him from the authorities all his life, but those were no good against a couple of rage filled hardened thugs. The owner of the casino was tired of Darren and also he saw this as an ideal time to make an example by having him beaten literally into a bloody pulp. At the age of 26 he left the real world.
Now he is a regular in the otherworld's entertainment district. His gambling habit currently can be described as obsessive almost.
If there's something that needs changing I'll get on it asap.
Appearance: Darren has quite a distinctive facial feature; he has none at all. His head is just a crimson sphere; no lips, ears or anything apart from a jagged line which is his 'mouth'. The mouth can hardly be described as human, as it resembles a shark's jaw more than anything else. Furthermore there isn't a distinctive sign of where his teeth stop and 'flesh' starts due to the featureless characteristic of his head and the fact that he is red. The rest of his body seems to be fine, minus the weird skin colour. He wears a black suit with a white shirt, as well as this he fashions a black bowler hat. He stands 6 foot tall and is rather slim.
Gifts:
1- One of Darren's gifts is regeneration. As long as his heart in his body, he can heal himself quite rapidly.
2- Can change the mass of a bodypart or an item in contact with his hands. The object in question can be increased or decreased 21 times the original, also will be hard as a diamond either way. If it leaves his hands, after 7 seconds it will revert back to normal.
3- Despite the fact that he has no face, no expressions and no features, he can still see and hear. He boasts that the lack of a face is a blessing in disguise as he now possesses the ultimate poker face. The practical usefulness of his head is quite doubtful.
Weapon: An intricately decorated spade and a deck of cards.
History: Darren Taylor's brief life could be described by those who knew him with three words; cheating sneaky twat. Born and brought up in the busy streets of London during the 70s by a poor family with no honest face to be seen (including his parents) in the neighbourhood. In his teens he worked for crooks and resorted to petty crimes himself such as pick pocketing to earn money in a bizzare belief that this was a good way to educate himself about life and the world.
By the time he was a young adult, he was a full time crook. It seemed as if he had the full set; a sharp mind, the charm, the experience and the skills. He conned people and cheated casinos for a living. He might have made it past 40 if it werent for his major flaws. Though he was quite sharp, he was too well aware of it. Furthermore he too frequently used his skills on his potential associates. To avoid the authorities, he'd trick them into becoming bait or scapegoats. For a guy like him it was a matter of time until the inevitable happened. Darren had frequently cheated in a casino, his last time was an attempt at the high stake poker table filled with figures he shouldn't mess with. The casino owner had caught wind of it and to him, it was the last straw for this loud mouthed scum who thought he had outsmarted everyone. Before Darren could do anything his associates, who he was planning to use as a diversion, had made their escape and the thugs were already on him. His charm, smarts and trickery had shielded him from the authorities all his life, but those were no good against a couple of rage filled hardened thugs. The owner of the casino was tired of Darren and also he saw this as an ideal time to make an example by having him beaten literally into a bloody pulp. At the age of 26 he left the real world.
Now he is a regular in the otherworld's entertainment district. His gambling habit currently can be described as obsessive almost.
If there's something that needs changing I'll get on it asap.
Age: Time in otherworld(5 years), Biological age(21 years)
Appearance: 5'10 170 lbs, Has an average body build. Dark brown hair that hangs down to his shoulders. Rarely changes his clothes and wears a dark blue cotton jacket with a fur trim, usually wears his jacket open and has a black undershirt. Wears dark brown cargo pants that go down past his ankles, he normally goes barefoot due to an unexplained aversion to footwear although he has been known to walk over broken glass and other normally hazardous ground without any noticeable harm. His eyes are pure white and emit a very dull light that shifts colors randomly, other than tinting his vision the color that the light is this has no effect on his vision.
Gifts: Sustenance - Doesn't need to sleep, eat, or sustain himself in any way. His body is in a constant state of good health and hygiene.
Can instantly teleport to anywhere within his field of vision, doesn't need to focus on the spot and if his vision is obstructed or obscured he will teleport in a random direction. Can choose whether the momentum he goes into the teleport with is persistent(basically can come out of the teleport stopped or still moving). Has a 100 meter maximum range. Can also teleport up to 400 lbs that he is in contact with.
Gifted Empathy - Can feel other peoples emotions as well as "swap pain"(IE:if your head hurts he can make the pain stop but takes on the pain himself and vice versa). Only the pain is swapped not any actual wound or injury although the wound stops to hurt once the pain is swapped.
Weapon: Carries no weapons on him but has a remarkable talent for effectively using most anything he can lay his hands on as an improvised weapon.
History: From the year 2005, he lived in New York City and worked as a police informant. Was killed after being found out by the mafia. He started out in the industrial district of otherworld. His gifted empathy was hard to control and made him irrational and unpredictable ,often acting on other peoples emotions, which led people to believe him insane.
Because of this he was sent to the savage district where he learned to control his abilities. After five years in the savage district he has little of his sanity left and has decided to go back to the industrial district and get revenge on the society that cast him out.
1. I'm fine with the "improvised weapons expert" but all Otherworlders receive some form of weapon upon arrival.
2. Your bio basically says your an escaped mental patient, I don't know if that was intentional or not but a crazy man would be picked out of the crowd easily and shipped back to the Savage District, so please revise that bit.
AcrylicHero said:
Name: Darren "Darry" Taylor
Age: 5 years in otherworld. Died at the age of 26
Appearance: Darren has quite a distinctive facial feature; he has none at all. His head is just a crimson sphere; no lips, ears or anything apart from a jagged line which is his 'mouth'. The mouth can hardly be described as human, as it resembles a shark's jaw more than anything else. Furthermore there isn't a distinctive sign of where his teeth stop and 'flesh' starts due to the featureless characteristic of his head and the fact that he is red. The rest of his body seems to be fine, minus the weird skin colour. He wears a black suit with a white shirt, as well as this he fashions a black bowler hat. He stands 6 foot tall and is rather slim.
Gifts:
1- One of Darren's gifts is regeneration. As long as his heart in his body, he can heal himself quite rapidly.
2- Can change the mass of a bodypart or an item in contact with his hands. The object in question can be increased or decreased 21 times the original, also will be hard as a diamond either way. If it leaves his hands, after 7 seconds it will revert back to normal.
3- Despite the fact that he has no face, no expressions and no features, he can still see and hear. He boasts that the lack of a face is a blessing in disguise as he now possesses the ultimate poker face. The practical usefulness of his head is quite doubtful.
Weapon: An intricately decorated spade and a deck of cards.
History: Darren Taylor's brief life could be described by those who knew him with three words; cheating sneaky twat. Born and brought up in the busy streets of London during the 70s by a poor family with no honest face to be seen (including his parents) in the neighbourhood. In his teens he worked for crooks and resorted to petty crimes himself such as pick pocketing to earn money in a bizzare belief that this was a good way to educate himself about life and the world.
By the time he was a young adult, he was a full time crook. It seemed as if he had the full set; a sharp mind, the charm, the experience and the skills. He conned people and cheated casinos for a living. He might have made it past 40 if it werent for his major flaws. Though he was quite sharp, he was too well aware of it. Furthermore he too frequently used his skills on his potential associates. To avoid the authorities, he'd trick them into becoming bait or scapegoats. For a guy like him it was a matter of time until the inevitable happened. Darren had frequently cheated in a casino, his last time was an attempt at the high stake poker table filled with figures he shouldn't mess with. The casino owner had caught wind of it and to him, it was the last straw for this loud mouthed scum who thought he had outsmarted everyone. Before Darren could do anything his associates, who he was planning to use as a diversion, had made their escape and the thugs were already on him. His charm, smarts and trickery had shielded him from the authorities all his life, but those were no good against a couple of rage filled hardened thugs. The owner of the casino was tired of Darren and also he saw this as an ideal time to make an example by having him beaten literally into a bloody pulp. At the age of 26 he left the real world.
Now he is a regular in the otherworld's entertainment district. His gambling habit currently can be described as obsessive almost.
If there's something that needs changing I'll get on it asap.
Edited it, tried to get across that he isn't insane and never was. His mentality is just about what you would expect from a normal person having to learn to survive in the savage district. Also is there a known reason why my character can't just sell his weapon or something like that ?
Miss Wernus deserves one more chance to capture my heart.
Name: Rachael Wernus
Age: 11
Appearance: About 3 ft high, and weighs a wopping 30kg, She wears a small black gown, under it lies a a white t-shirt and bright green pants, she has a small pair of boots in a greyish red color, Her hair twists from normal into a mane of ice, or water depending on her mood.
Gifts: Has the power to immeadiately make everyone in the room say "Awww" with a bat of her eye-lashes, Also has the power to just freeze the ground at certain points of time.
Weapon: A small barbers razor.
History: Rachael spent her time in otherworld running and dodging everything in the "War" district, she found her parents which were obviously dead like her having been in a car crash, she couldn't speak but you knew she was happy by her hair, when her parents and her were inbracing in a "Family Reunion" hug, 3 people found them and shot the parents on sight, Rachael angered by this screamed at the top of her lungs and began to cry, the men immeadiately began to feel upset for the poor girl, but it was all a ruse, she really hadn't cared for them, having left her so long ago to fend for herself, she disapeered from sight, and slowly sliced every man's throat in the vicinity, she ever since then has fended for herself, she's cruel, but she doesn't care for it, she has done everything she could to not die, even once killing a small boy about the same age for a piece of bread, she found the exit from the "War" district and has wandered around Otherworld ever since.
Well for one thing, its a gift from immortal being that does have questionable sanity, and I'd hate to see what happens if you piss one off.........hehehe.........
"Come on, it must be here.....damn it!"
A book flies across the room and smacks against the wall, Connor grabs the next book in a nearby stack and starts scanning over the pages, an older man in a dull white robe walks into the room and drops more books on the table and starts picking up the books Connor has thrown, "You know, most people just put the book back on the stack when they're done." Connor smirks and glances up from his book, "Most people aren't in a hurry Librarian, just keep bringing me more books and I'll keep paying you." The Librarian delicately places the books back on the shelves and starts making another stack to give Connor to look through, "May I ask what your looking for this time Connor, or should I just shut up and do the one thing I'm good at?" Connor throws another book across the room and grabs the next one on the stack, "The latter, and do it quickly." The Librarian mumbles angrily to himself and walks into the next room to find more books. Connor flips through the book in front of him before finally finding something of interest, "well well well....." he mutters under his breath, Connor checks to see if the Librarian is looking before slipping the book under his coat where it seemingly vanishes. "Keep looking Librarian, I need to step out for a bit." The Librarian grunts and Connor steps out into the streets of the Scholar District.
The streets are packed with the odd looking citizens of Otherworld, all bustling about giving the mix of monstrous people with Roman architecture a feeling of normality. Connor quickly mixes into the crowd and goes on his way, the country-sized city that was the Scholar District was easy to navigate through once you had lived in it for a few decades. Connor eventually comes to a small building, its ruin-like appearance very out of place amongst the beautifully kept neighbors. Connor looks around him before knocking on the almost rotten door covering the entrance, "That better be my pizza, and if not you have five seconds to run before I make you into a hand puppet." a strained voice from inside calls out. The door flies open and a man stands in front of the door, holding his head under one arm as his neck is to long to support it, "Connor, the boss has been wondering where you went off to, he was getting worried you bailed on him." Connor pulls the book out from under his coat and waves it in front of the mans face, "Let him know I have a present for him, always nice to see you to Frank." Frank grunts and leaves the door open for Connor, "So, I believe you said something about pizza?" Connor yells down the hall as he shuts the door behind him.
Remember folks, we need everyone in the same general area (Scholar District) so that when I get the story started we're not all spread out
I like the idea of a little girl going Sweeney Todd on everyone's ass, But one issue is that I've already stated that Otherworld is a form of afterlife, people come he after they die, they're not born and raised. That plus you don't age, so that falls back into "can't be raised".
Accepted, but please fix that little error.
On a less concerning note, the War District is enchanted so death only last 24 hours, after which your resurrected good as new, so the tragic upbringing actually seems kind of comical (least to my sick mind)
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