Post by Darren Shame on May 10, 2008 20:49:19 GMT -5
Name: Glory Genesis
Race: Mother Drow, Father Human, Essence of Dark God
Gender: Male
Age: 1019 years old
World of origin: Rodylia
Allegiance: Thieves Guild's Leader
Description:
Normal: Genesis inharited his mother's white hair, and his father's skin and cold blue eyes. He has a large frame, his body is in excelent condition he is 6'1" and weighs 170Ilbs. His hair isn't too long, he usualy keeps it back. His face is attractive and cleanly shaven. He has scars on his back, running from his angel bone to a foot below.
His normal wear is a blue coat that runs down to just above his ankles, the top of the inside is black, as it goes closer to the bottom it turns red, white trim designs running down the front. Inside of that he wears a black vest, with a grey undershirt, inbetween the vest and the undershirt is a thin chestplate, that is made to be light, but extremley durible. He wears black pants, with knee high leather boots, a set of throwing knives is on his waist, along with his sword and knife, Reality and Cold blood.
Transformation: Genesis has the ability to transform from his human-like form into a more menacing creature, resembling that of a minotaur with the face and tail of a tiger along with a pair of bat-like wings that he can retract and grow at will along with two curving horns at the top of his head, his large hands have long, sharp nails. His eyes are yellow and he grows to about 18 feet tall. He can fire green flames from his mouth, and his horns are also very dangerous. This creature is a bit of an offspring of the dark god, and is refered to as Liore.
Skills/Weapons:
Weapons: Reality:
Reality is often thought to be Genesis's strongest weapon, though that is far from the truth. Genesis is his second strogest of his two main weapons, but it is deadly all the same, Genesis is enchanted to move quicker, and be sharper, than any normal blade, the speed is directly related to the amount of energy he puts into the blade. If he uses the blade without any energy it's still very quick, faster than a normal blade, but can be seen by the naked eye. If he puts a normal amount of energy in he can move the blade quick enough to not be seen by the naked eye.
Cold Blood:
This is Genesis's stronger of the two weapons, it is made to seem like a normal blade, but it too is enchanted so that whoever is cut by it's edge will have their blood turn to ice. Literaly. Ice cold water will replace their blood, once it reaches the brain the target will either have a part of their body paralized or will have their entire body paralized. If he cut deeper, or hit a vein in the wrist the blood will turn to ice and they will die within the hour. The final way to inflict with this blade is to prick someone, or stab someone, in their chest near the place where their heart is. If it is pricked in the back of the neck, near the head, they will be under Genesis's control, the time directed to how much energy he puts in, it will have no effect if he keeps it in for less that five seconds, after that it will effect two seconds for every three that he keeps the blade there, no effect will be taken if he presses too hard.
Finaly Genesis also has his hands, he is extremely advanced in martial arts, he uses a style known as Stone Hand, it is used to crush, you guessed it, stone. Of course it works fine with skulls. Also he has learned to control the elements fire and ice, he can channle them through his hands or feet.
Skills:
Killer Instinct: Killer Instinct lets him see in the dark, or in a strong fog by heat. When it is active his blue eyes glow faintly. If he uses this and then a bright light is shined in his eyes he will be temporarily blinded
Flare: Flare is a defensive manuver, it is a bright light that explodes into a barrage of other bright lights, blinding enemies, they sometimes appear as figures.
Fast: Genesis can move at extreme speeds and heights. He doesn't tire easily, and can go on for a while, moving far distances, with only a step. It only works with movments, not with his blade.
Hot and Cold: Genesis can turn his hands either extremely hot or extremely cold. Hot can turn things on fire, cold can freeze things. These turn to be very usefull both in combat and out of combat.
Drain: Genesis can drain a person of their energy, replineshing his own. If he moves, or if something blocks the drain the curse stops.
Unlocking: This is the move he must complete before transforming, when Unlocking he begins to gather energy from every source around him, this includes grass, trees, and if he has to, the air. If people are near they will be weakened if they are withen five meters of him, as he Unlocks he floats a few inches off the ground, energy being sucked from anything that holds energy, he must remain like this untill all the energy needed for breaking the seal is gathered, it will appear in a ball of multi colors of light in his hand, until he absorbs it all into his chest, and he makes his transformation. After transforming, all nature withen three meters of him will be dead
Transformed:
Breath: Once transformed he gains the ability to breath green flames, they burn things quicker than regular fire, and leave green scars on whatever they burn. If he wants to, he can add poison smoke to the flames, but that takes more energy.
Smash This is an attack of brute force, he raises both arms in the air and then brings them crashing down, crushing the area beneath him, and sending a shockwave through an area of 12 meters.
Rage: Rage is when he goes into a state of absolute fury, crushing everything around him, friend or foe, he will eat, crush, and burn anything that even slightly poses a threat to him.
Beam: This is Genesis's strongest attack, he can use it on the ground, but it is strongest in the air. His fire collects deep within him, and he adds his beast and his human energy to it, and all the energy left over from Unlocking, and from any drain. It creates a beam of energy that shoots from his mouth, a green blast that smashes through rock and wall alike, depending on the strength. Almost nothing can stop it, it is nearly impossible to block, dodging is the best way to escape this attack. The beam shoots far, he has no idea how far, the farthest he's seen it go is two miles. It leaves a path of destruction
Personality: Genesis is a strange sort of person. While at first sight he appears to be a slacker with an odd taste in clothes, he actualy is a genius in many different aspects. He is often filled with a bit of bitterness at Rodylia for kicking him out of his home. He isn't all bad, he realy just wants to be able to get back home, of course when he does he'll be in a killing mood for sure. He is ambitious, strong, outgoing, and curious and can even come off as a good guy some times. In a way he is, but when it comes to his ambitions, he can be the worst kind of person.
Good days: He walks leasurley around, as if he owns the place, which he probobly does. He grins broadly, and shares wealth generously. He greets people warmly, and keeps threats to minimum. He can often be found eating an apple, which is obviously his favorite of foods.
Bad days: On a bad day Genesis is locked in a room, even the air in the room is heavy, he cuts the air and walls with his blades, and kills everyone who gives him a bad look, he gives no threats, instead he simply says what he's about to do, then does it. He doesn't talk much when he's feeling angry.
In battle he is a monster. Seeing as he actualy is a monster that isn't much of a surprise. He kills without remourse, he slays all in his path without a single thought or hesitant second, he is a brilliant quick thinker, and works better under pressure. But there is method to his mayhem, while it may seem that he is slaying without thought, tactics and plans are always moving through his mind, he can give himself a list of options, and narrow them down to the best choice in seconds.
He hates to think that he isn't in control, and will not hesitate to kill anyone who disobeyes him or betrays him. He has a strong detestment for the rulers of Arvilla, almost the same feelings of hate for the Darth'iar. His ambitions involve gettings his Rouges together strengthening them, then taking both worlds by storm. But it would be hard. The place he wants the most is Arvilla, he wants to see it's nobles crumble, then laugh as he sits at the top of the rubble.
History:
Genesis was born a bit strange. He was born in Arvilla the biggest city of Rodylia. The war was just comeing into effect. His mother was a Drow named Eolym, that switched sides to be with her beloved Orlyn. Most accepted her, some did not, so when Genesis was born, he was used to strange looks every once in a while, though he had no idea what they meant. He walked around Arvilla, a happy childhood, though he lived it in ignorance of the hatred that seemed to circle him. On his sixth birthday, there was a celebration, music and laughter and smells of good food filled the air. Although, this night was probobly the last one that he would enjoy with his family like he had any other.
That night he was awoken by sounds of hoofs against dirt. He stood up and looked out the window, a figure on a horse stood outside of his house.
''Duck.''
A voice whispered through his mind, and he followed it, he got down instantly, and an arrow from the figure shot through the window, and landed with a thud against the back of the wall, a bright light came with it, fire was filling his small room. He yelled loudly, but it wasn't needed, his parents had already woken up from the sound of breaking glass. Orlyn came out, sword in hand, but it wasn't neccisary, the figure was riding away. This was the first of many hate crimes that Genesis had commited to him.
In the few years that followed, Genesis noticed that all the strange looks he had been recieving had been looks of anger. One day he saw a merchant selling small toys and other cheap objects. Genesis walked over to him and placed a few coins on the counter, pointing to a spinning pinwheel. The man turned, smiling, but his smile dropped when he saw Genesis.
"And what would a filthy, cross breed, like yourself want with this?"
He asked, picking up the pinwheel, grinning cruely. Genesis was shocked by what the man had called him, a filthy cross breed. Tears welled up in his eyes, he turned and ran.
As more time passed, Genesis researched everything that was happening in the world. He soon found that because of the war of the gate, Drows such as his mother, where concidered enemies by many, people like his father, a human, who breeded with them where concidered just as bad, their child the same, it was for this reason that he was treated badly.
Soon Genesis discovered a small society of people who where of mixed heratiges. The Vulgars. They where called this because of how people acted towards them. They where a group who where trying to get people of all races to see that they where just as good as any others. They where stationed all over both worlds. Genesis learned quickly, they weren't much, but they where trying hard to leave a mark in society.
They did marches and some riots. Genesis wasn't concidered much in the Vulgars, he was too new to it to be concidered anything. One day Genesis took part in a march, without his parents knowing. It was peacfull, they weren't attacking anyone or trying to destory or harm, but it ended in hurt anyways.
A group of people ambushed them, they did nothing to hide their faces, what they where doing they said was an attempt to stop a squad of enemies from the rift. All they succeded in doing was killing three innocent people.
Genesis found that many of his friends where now in jail, he went to an aristocrat that was a friend of his father's to help get his friends out of jail. He pleaded his case to the man, his name was Lork. Lork simply laughed, when he spoke it almost made Genesis turn and run. He said: 'Why would I help? I was one of the men ambushing'. Before Genesis could move he had a dagger drawn and was lunging at him, Genesis quickly dodged back, Lork tripped over nothing, absolutley nothing, it was almost as if he was shoved, he fell. When he landed he got to his hands and knees, pulling himself to his feet, a blade suddenly was hovering in the air, for a split second it looked like something was holding it, but it was only a black smear of a figure that dissapeared as quickly as it appeared. It's arm moved and Lork's severed head rolled to Genesis's feet, the blade stuck in the ground.
Genesis looked around, there was no one here but him. Suddenly people where in the room, and suddenly the blade was in his hands, smeared with blood, specs of the blood over his face. He was arrested.
His punishment would have been death, but they decided to make an example of him. Then sent him to an island off the coast of Daevir. Sur'ryn. They threw him off the ship a good while away from the Island, launghing, then tossed him his sword, he caught it, it was to be his only means of survival. He lay on his bck in the sand and looked at the sword and stared. Anger filled him, he stomped to the sword, drew the blade and threw it, it flew over the sand and landed a bit up shore, stabbing into the ground. He glared at it. It wasn't his, he had no idea where it came from, this blade might as well have not appeared, if he had been stabbed and killed, at least he wouldn't have starved.
He lay on the beach, staring at the cloudless sky. Suddenly he heard a sound of wood being twisted and turned he sat up and turned around, astonished at what he saw infront of him, a tree sat there in the sand, the blade of his sword stuck inside of it's trunk. A single apple fell from it's branches.
"Hungry?"
Genesis jumped, startled and turned around, there was a figure, on the shoreline, dressed in many rags and wrappings, it covered all of his body, only his finger tips showed, the skin was grey, and the nails where jagged and black. His face was masked by shadows, it was broad daylights, but any shadow seemed to streatch until it reached him, if his mouth was moving Genesis couldn't tell, the sound that came from him when he spoke seemed to radiate from him. Genesis yelped, he fell back onto the sand, his eyes wide.
"Wh-who are you?!"
The figure took a few steps foward, his footprints left black sand. He spoke again.
"Dosn't matter, this will be the third time I've saved you, Genesis. You owe me your life three times over."
Genesis understood, the first time this darkness saved him was when he was a kid, the second was from that man, the third was now, providing him with food.
"What do you want?"
He asked, still a bit afraid.
"I only want what's best for you, I've watched you grow your entire life. You've seen how sick things are, people dont trust you, infact, some hate you, just because of who your mother was. I only want to rid them of this place, you passed through the rift, you saw Daevir, it's disgusting now, everything has gone to hell. This is probobly the better parts of the world. I wish to fix this, destroy what was made wrong."
Genesis gave him a funny look. Why had this darkness been watching him as he grew up? What was special about Genesis?
"Why me?"
The darkness took a few steps foward speaking.
"I had to pick someone with potential, I knew you would see the darker parts of the world with your parents being who they where, also, you have magic potential, and you have a little bit of me inside of you."
When Genesis looked at his hand, he gasped, it was suddenly huge, long spidery fingers, with sharp nails at the end, suddenly the hand dissapeared and his own hand returned. The figure stared at him, he stared back.
"We have a lot of work to do."
Years progressed, Genesis grew to be a handsome man, he had no idea how much time had passed, he had grown strong, in the time he spent with the figure he called Dark, he had learned many attacks. He could control fire and ice, he knew how to use his weapons with great strength. His newest weapon, as a gift from the depths of ice itself was Cold Blood. With Dark's help he created a shelter here, a rather large cabin shaped hut. It was made of wood and stood in every storm that came his way.
One day he saw a ship coming close it stopped a ways from shore and suddenly people where falling from the ship, about five. They swam to shore, Genesis helped them all up, fed them, and took care of them. They asked him who he was, he was about to say 'Genesis Glory, the hermit'. But Dark's voice rang through his head. Genesis hesitated then spoke the words Dark spoke to him.
"Genesis Glory, Lord of the Rouges, and you are all my first subjects."
Years passed, more and more where sent to the island, it was becoming a prison camp. Soon about fourty people where staying on the island. Every day Genesis ate an apple, fish was very popular, and as more and more vegitation grew so did the cabins, soon a small village was made.
Around the time they hit sixty people a large boat suddenly hit shore, many men pilled off of it, with them where darklings and goblins. They beat back the Rouges, Daevir must have guessed that they had to start watching these people a lot closer, they put the worst of their criminals here, of course there was going to be trouble. They treated them as prionsers, but they didn't even see Genesis, he stayed in the wilderness, waiting for his chance. More and more came to the newly built prison camp. Soon, Genesis decided it was time to move.
One day at sunrise he struck. He walked right into the camp, blowing everyone who got in his way to smoke. He headed for the armory, he took all the weapons. He went to the prisoners, threw them their weapons, and helped kill the guards. He led a group of about One hundred men agaisnt the guards, destroying the guards.
The island was theirs again, but all was not done, his Rouges weren't done. He named himself the lord of them all, they respected him greatly. He soon stole the boats that where left and sent many of his men out, he stayed at the island.
Word went all around the two worlds, The Theives Guild had become quite popular. Soon he had built him self a small army, and as time grew, he soon had an army. He spread his men all over the worlds, recruting as they went, doing whatever they could for money. It took a lot to fund an army.
Soon bases where set up for the Theives Guild, their symbol was a spiral of blue thorns, curling around a black heart, on a red flag. He had bases in both Daevir, and in Rodylia, but what he wanted most was to return to Rodylia and destroy it's leaders, and watch it as it crumbles.
The Lord of Rouge's flood was in full effect, now he wandered both worlds freely, looking for the next part of his empire.
RP Sample:
Black boots trampled grass as Genesis entered Camar. The sun shined down from the heavens. He carred an apple in one hand, his arms swinging at his sides, he took a bite from the apple, chewing as the sweet juices filled his mouth, he swallowed, smiling.
He knew where he was going, he walked near the river, the waters flowing past, he continued walking, the shade of the trees covering him. He breathed a deep breath, it was such a nice day.
He soon arrived at the mines, he walked down into them, he stood up quite well, he wore his blue coat, his sword at his side, his smile on his clean face, an apple in hand. The dirty miners looked at him with confused looks. He continued, walking towards a man who leaned against a pick that was sticking in the ground. He stood infront of the man for a moment, the man looked up at him, confused. Genesis smiled at him brightly.
"Can I help you?"
Genesis nodded his head as he replied.
"Yes you can, my name is Genesis Glory. You've probobly heard of me."
The man's eyes shot open, as they did Genesis's eyes narrowed, the smile dropping instantly, them an turned to run, he knew what he had done, he had sold out a group of Rouges in Camar, he was paying the price, Genesis Glory happened to be in the neighbor hood. As he ran Genesis walked behind him calmly following him.
The man continued to run, taking turns and sharp corners, soon he reached a dead end, literaly. He turned around, and his begging almost got out of his lips, Genesis swung Reality before he could say a word, the cut followed across his stomach. The man fell to his knees, then onto his face. A pool of blood soon spreading over the ground. Genesis turned on his heels. He began to walk away, taking a bite from the apple. It was a good day.
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