Post by Allen "Boogey Man" Quill on May 4, 2008 21:32:54 GMT -5
Name: Allen Quill
Race: Vampire
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown, estimated to be somewhere inbetween 600-900
World of origin: Dark
Allegiance: Whichever pays more.
Description: Dressed in a red shirt, though the sleeves have been cut, rather than ripped off. Often combined with a black vest. His pants and boots are also black, keeping with the theme. His belongings are usually kept hanging from his belt, coloured red. Allen is always seen wearing leather gloves which, while originally brown, have stained red from years of bloodstains from his enemies as well as Allen's own blood.
Allen's face is cleanly shaved, and generally seen as attractive. He shares the fangs that are common among his kin, though interestingly enough, has no scars upon his undead body, due to his unique ability.
Skills/Weapons:Fighting Style: Does much of his fighting with his short swords, one in each hand, and is adept at throwing them a fair distance. However, his true strength lies in using his almost oversized katana, wielded with both hands, in which he often attempts to overpower his opponent with his strength and speed.
Kurai - The name that Kalhan has given his diamond shaped projectiles. Often fired from his hands, though he has been known to project them from his chest. As such, it is assumed that he can fire them from any part of his body.
Blood Shield - By spraying his blood in front of him, Allen can manipulate the molecules to form a round shield in front of him, protecting himself from damage. By altering the density, Allen is nearly impervious to physical attacks through the shield, while magic is simply slowed and dulled.
Blood Clone - Often around five feet tall, this "clone" isn't actually sentient in any sense of the word. Instead, it is directly controlled by Allen, much like any other weapon formed from his blood. Physically weaker than the vampire itself, the Blood Clone cannot tire, as it has no muscles or such that will give out. Due to the concentration the attack requires, Allen can only create one Blood Clone at a time.
"Keep your eye on the birdie." - Despite the odd name, this is Allen's ultimate attack. By forcing a massive quantity of blood into a tiny ball, Allen can pierce the toughest of armours, as well as lead into the second part of the attack, known as...
Crimson Bang - By releasing the seal on the highly condensed blood sphere, Allen can set off an explosion of nearly epic proportions, directly related to how much blood has been used in the attack. While the explosion is highly damaging in and of itself, the fact that it is such a widespread and difficult to dodge attack makes it invaluable. As an added bonus, the attack will almost undoubtedly leave some of Allen's blood on his opponent, giving him a head start in finishing off his opponent. The main drawback, however, is that it takes time to gather the required quantity of blood to make the attack effective, leaving Allen unable to press any offense as he builds up the supply needed.
Dark Thrust - Charging the Dark Energy that lies within him into his hand, Allen dashes forward to drive the energy through his opponent in a powerful thrust. The power of this attack lies mainly within the momentum built up during his dash, as with enough speed, the energy can penetrate almost any defense.
At the center of all of Allen's attack there is his power over his own blood, he blessed himself long ago with the power to manipulate his blood in anyway he wants to, it can cover objects then harden, dulling the blade, it can be turned into small spikes, the limit are three things:
1. His imagination.
2. His energy (though it takes little energy)
3. And his blood, this is his own blood he's using, and it can only be his blood. If he throws it around too much, he will die.
Finaly, he can heal himself with extreme power, lesser scratches and cuts can be healed quickly, but deeper cuts take time, if they're fatal he must stop and heal them, if he tries to heal them quicker he can seriously injure himself.
Personality:Allen constantly seeks new challenges, eager to prove himself against anything that comes his way. His pride refuses to allow him to accept any assistance, and so, he faces them alone. Sadistic in his battles, he keeps himself from being attached to anyone, as past betrayals have forced him into solitude. Recently, after having awoken from his long slumber, Allen has begun to mellow out, not realy careing as much about people, he has even begun to open up.
He's dangerous, but he isn't evil. He has pity, though he hardly uses it, no soft spots for anyone. But he wont just walk by as a kid drowns or someone parishes in a fire, he'll help, but he'll hold debts to them.
History: The first time Allen was seen was outside of Camar. His mother and father are unkown, as are any siblings he might have. He was simply passing through Camar, when a theif attempted to pick his pocket, he turned quickly and severed his hand, with a shortsword that he seemed to pull from nowhere. People where in an uproar, Allen just kept walking.
He traveled the country, searching for other vampires, hitching rides on whatever he could, if anyone appraoched him violently, he killed them. For money he either stole, killed and stole from vitims, or killed for money. These three combonations got him to be rather unpopular. Several titles came to him. 'Destroyer' 'Hunter' 'Bloody Marry' 'Triknife' 'butterknife', and his favorite: 'Mercy'.
But with all of these titles came even more hunters, they hunted his head, he was worth quite a bit of money. But he cared little about all of that, he simply was searching for a Vampire stronghold of anykind. Soon, he found it.
He had searched for a length aroud 100 years for them. Now that he found them, he was ready to rejoice. He wanted to find people he could relate to. When he got there, he was either accepted greatly, or shunned for his actions. He proved himself worthy and began to learn magic. He learned a few defencive and offencive spells, but his largest concern was Blood magic. He was very interested in this, he wanted to make a stronger magic for Vampires, one that had never been used before.
He researched blood, and curses and blessings. He even did a few tests. All of the results where hideous, and shouldn't be spoken about. He hid the bodies, keeping his secret safe.
One day he found what he was looking for. He found away to enhance blood so that it could be controlled by magic and mind alike. But his test subject had been weak, the blood overwhealmed him, and he died.
Allen made many vials of his concauction, but when he presented it to the Vampires, they began to ask questions, he showed them the bodies and admit to everything, hoping that they would forgive him seeing as he had done it for them.
He was wrong.
They where horrified, they didn't just shun him, they hunted him. He gained the tittle Allen Quill: The Scourge of the Vampire. He ran, now many different species and orginzations chased him. He fled quickly, injecting himself with his own medicine.
With these new powers that he could control, he defeated everyone who attacked him, fending off all of his enemies, quick as they came. He was in buisness.
Finaly the governments cracked down hard. Millitay teams where sent after him, he was tired of running. Allen was ready to show everyone that Allen Quill was the stronger than anything, especialy now that he had his new powers.
He went straight to Arvilla. Upon entering the city he slaughtered the guards. He stormed the gates, blowing everyone away, he was going right for the palace. He cut down everyone who got in his way. They threw spears, he threw specs of his blood on them, turning his blood into mini sheilds, blocking the blades.
He continued to the palace. He was at it's doors when someone attacked him, a large, dark skinned man who weilded a great hammer. They stayed locked in battle for quite some time, he dodged and deflected, until he finaly bit down on the man's neck. When he finished drinking the blood, he suddenly was stronger. The man had a power of super strength, somehow Allen had absorbed it. He blinked, he hadn't known he could do that.
He continued, smashing down the doors. But before he could even reach the thrown an arrow smashed into his side, he roared in pain. He turned and pulled the arrow from his back. He threw his Kurai, and slashed his blades. The men came from nowhere, vampires, military, and hunters.
It had all been one bit trap. Somehow they knew he was comeing here. He instantly took cover against their volleys, charging an Eye on the Birdie. He suddenly jumped from behind his hiding place. A tiney ball in his palm, his face paler that usual from all the drawn blood. He jumped and threw, it exploded.
The smarter and more agile dodged, and took cover, but even some of them where struck, the rest shot and threw spears and crossbows. Though he now had exactly three arrows, and two spears in him, he was smiling grimley. He uttered something quietly, and then all hell broke loose.
The Crimson Bang went loose, people where thrown everywhere, he had hurled himself out of a window, his laughter flying across the explosion.
He landed outside, he heard screams and his hair was singed from the explosion, but he looked foward, and saw chunks of the palace walls missing. He laughed loudly. If any other fighter in the world had ever been able to top this, he would kiss their feet. He had avoided capture for years, walked right into Arvila, marched into the palace, killing the guards, and then blew a large chunk of it up, not to mention taking out most of it's men. And after all that, he was about to get away with it.
He had landed infront of a well, he grabbed the edge to pull himself up. His eyes opened wide suddenly. A spear was stuck in his back. He reached behind him and yanked it out, it was covered in his blood. He turned to see a man standing there, the man had fair hair, and a dark expression, one of his arms was gone.
Allen blinked, then noticed he was falling. He landed with a sickening 'thud' at the bottom of the well. Staring at the sky above. He heard yelling, and he heard people running towards the well.
Acting quickly he turned and crawled into a tunnle in the well. Just as spears and arrows bombarded it. He stayed in the tunnle for a long time, slowly healing himself with his newfound blood ability, it seemed that it took this long for the longterm effects to come into play. He lay in the tunnle, his wounds healing, and he slept. Slowly he regained his power.
324 years later he woke up. He crawled out of the tunnle, and looked down at the many broken arrows and spears at his feet, they had crumpled and whithered at the test of time. But he had remained. He grinned. Then looked up, he drew his blades and began to scale the walls.
A few hours later he was in the hall of records. He was filthy, dusty and dirty, and a little wet. Not to mention he was about to die, but he had to know if he was remembered. He searched all the records, and soon found himself.
They called him the Scourge, he had attacked the city and a memorial had been placed before the well to commemorate those brave soldiers who died 'killing' him. They thought was dead. He soon found a book of stories, legends, he was there as a minor bedtime story. As he contined to read, it soon became apparent that the world forgot about him a long time ago. He was nothing more than a boogey man.
A librarian came to him and asked him if he needed help. He turned and crushed her head with his bear hands. Then he got down and drank her blood. The world forgot about him? Well he was back now. And he was going to prove he was the strongest fighter in the world.
RP Sample:
As Allen entered the Palace he heard the sound of an arrow flying, but he couldn't stop it until it had hit his side. He roared in pain and ripped it out rather roughly. He threw a Kurai foward. It slammed into the young soldier's neck, he fell from the top of the stairs, and died on the floor with a sick thud.
Allen continued foward. Soon he became apparent of more and more people entering the room. His face turned into a gasp. How could this be? He hadn't even thought this would happen. Suddenly they had spears and arrows drawn. He acted quickly, ducking behind a pilar, the arrows bounced off of it, he took cover behind a large table, the spears stabbed into it. He began to scream at them.
"Throw your arrows and yer' spears ya bastards!"
"Ask for mercy, Scourge! We shall cut you down quickly if you do!"
A tiny ball was forming in his hand, it was made of blood. Keep your eye on the birdie was forming. He laughed, it silenced the room, people paused their attacks. It wasn't a normal laugh. It came from something dark that must have been deep within Allen, it echoed around the room, and maybe through the city. It was dark and horrifying, it couldn't be something of nature.
"Save your pity! I have no use for it! And I shall show you none!"
He lept from his place throwing the ball, arrows flew, so did spears, he dodged many, caught a few, blocked afew, but he took two arrows to the shoulder. The Birdie exploded, Allen began to laugh. Another arrow impaled his chest, he had his large sword drawn. A spear flew into his leg. He continued to laugh, a soldier fell infront of him, his eye had been stabbed by the birdie. Allen impaled him. He contined to laugh, and then hurled himself at the window.
Then the fury of the Crimson bang hit.
Everything exploded, he flew out the window, black fire and blood flew everywhere, englufing the palace. Windows exploded and people screamed for mother and gods. He landed in the grass just infront of a well. His laughter had carried over the sound of the screams and the red lighted explosion.
He began to rise to his feet, victory was his, he was the greatest fighter as of now, no one could deny him that. Suddenly something stuck his back, he turned, pulling the spear from his back, and stared in horror at the man infront him, then his eyes recoliled. And he fell.
