Elfen High 2 (OOC 5, Closed)

[Olthar]

Upon checking Wikipedia, 157,649 candidates applied for 434 vacancies in the Indian Engineering Services.

Holy fuck.

Now I'm even more annoyed for myself for having fucked up that interview.

[Erinkita]

Name: Septimus

Age (Actual): Old
Age (Appears): Varies.
Race: Human
Appearance: Currently appears to be a normal, young human male (in reality he's, far, far older) with black hair, black eyebrows, and blue eyes (that light up when using his electric magic), high cheekbones, and pale, pasty skin. He also typically can be seen with stubble, even a beard, because sorcerers are lazy. Can typically be seen wearing robes similar to these (minus the gold star), but despite looking light, they're extremely heavy, as the inside of them are lined with hundreds of various metal, stone, and wooden amulets, wards, religious symbols, enchanted items, and all things magical to provide additional magical resistance, and hopefully ward off undesirable creatures. Under the robes, he's clothed in numerous rags, more robes, and cloths all of some sort of major religious or historic background, as again, to give him additional resistance. Can't hurt, can it?

Powergrid: 22

Intelligence: 8
Strength: 3
Durability: 5
Speed: 4
Charisma: 2

Magic: 10
Arcane Electricity Manipulation: 10
Septemus can create, control, or absorb electricity, channeling it into bolts, 'charging' metal weapons with it, or in the case with his magically augmented spine, constantly zap metal implants in his spinal cord to sustain his brain's existence. While he can do it with his bare hands, this is risky as the bolts, even when controlled, can randomly jump to the nearest object and electrocute somebody (he's lost a couple followers during the Crusades due to this and had an awkward time covering up their deaths). To prevent this, he utilizes metal objects, especially his metal staff that he hand-forged years ago, and has used since. When he does not have any metal objects to control his power, he is hesitant to use them, as vaporizing friendlies can backfire, and being a sorcerer, he's not supposed to charge into a battle without support. Part of the reason why he hunts down amulets is to better control his power, as he dislikes the random deaths of others.
Due to the constant arcing bolts between the spikes of his back, as stated below, he smells of burnt toast. Quite a few organs have also been turned to dust. But kidneys are for pussies. Real men purge their blood of grime with electricity!

Weaknesses: Large golden spikes are shoved through his spine, with small ones starting at his tailbone, and increasing in size until they reach the middle of his back, then start decreasing again and finally stop halfway up his neck. Large electric bolts jump from these spikes and into his brain, sustaining life. Removing one induces temporary paralysis. Removing two induces a coma. Removing a third kills him. Think Frankenstein's monster. They also make his back look weird in robes. That and he smells like burnt toast (don't worry, you're not going to suffer a stroke, you just seriously smell burnt toast [and flesh].)

Personality: Studious, observant, and paranoid are the best words to describe Septemus, who, like all magical creatures, fears death and death only. This drive to survive has led to him constantly scouring all corners of the Earth in search of more forbidden knowledge to sustain him by just another day, as so he can live longer and learn more. This thirst for knowledge causes him to tackle and virtually absorb any sort of information he comes across, be it books, scrolls, or that new thingy called the 'internets' (he's one of those die-hard Wikipedia editor types). If a person, creature, or well, anything has a shred of knowledge that he finds interesting, he will do anything to make it talk, be it quests, study, jobs, or anything else besides self-harm.

History: Septimus is old. Not as old as some other creatures, but batting around two-thousand years qualifies for being old. Citizen of the fallen Roman Empire, he had a successful, notable career as a Legionnaire before returning home, marrying, and his wife promptly dying from causes that at the time were unknown to him. In his grief, he accidentally resurrected his spouse due to an intense electrical current. Due to shear amount of electricity that ran through her brain, she suffered extreme trauma, and thus what Septimus 'saw' was an 'abomination'. Believing that this was dangerous blasphemy and necromancy, he killed her.

Since then, with knowledge of modern medicine, his grief has increased, as he has now realized that the 'abomination' he resurrected was actually 'her', and not some demonic creature that his primitive mind at the time believed. Thus his former promiscuity has dropped off and guilt filled up. While not horribly depressed, he simply finds himself to be pathetic in the whole scenario, as there was no way to know at the time, but could have played it safe and simply waited and observed. However, time has helped numb the distance, as memories continues to fade, not to mention he's taken far better spouses. He simply loathes his failure in the scenario and his pathetic, knowledgeable mind at the time.

But that is the uninteresting drive behind his prizing of logical, analytical thought. After leaving his first 'life', Septimus has since led a myriad of lives, faking his death or simply leaving families he had created, never to return again*.
RP Sample: Tasty D'ohnuts



*Authors way of saying 'Fuck it I don't want to re-write the bio today, he'll just tell parts of his past ICly when asked.'

Also, reposting with updated stats and bio.

Still a cool, cool guy.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Name: Septimus
Age (Actual): Old
Age (Appears): Varies.
Race: Human
Appearance: Currently appears to be a normal, young human male (in reality he's, far, far older) with black hair, black eyebrows, and blue eyes (that light up when using his electric magic), high cheekbones, and pale, pasty skin. He also typically can be seen with stubble, even a beard, because sorcerers are lazy. Can typically be seen wearing robes similar to these (minus the gold star), but despite looking light, they're extremely heavy, as the inside of them are lined with hundreds of various metal, stone, and wooden amulets, wards, religious symbols, enchanted items, and all things magical to provide additional magical resistance, and hopefully ward off undesirable creatures. Under the robes, he's clothed in numerous rags, more robes, and cloths all of some sort of major religious or historic background, as again, to give him additional resistance. Can't hurt, can it?

Powergrid: 22

Intelligence: 8
Strength: 3
Durability: 5
Speed: 4
Charisma: 2

Magic: 10
Arcane Electricity Manipulation: 10
Septemus can create, control, or absorb electricity, channeling it into bolts, 'charging' metal weapons with it, or in the case with his magically augmented spine, constantly zap metal implants in his spinal cord to sustain his brain's existence. While he can do it with his bare hands, this is risky as the bolts, even when controlled, can randomly jump to the nearest object and electrocute somebody (he's lost a couple followers during the Crusades due to this and had an awkward time covering up their deaths). To prevent this, he utilizes metal objects, especially his metal staff that he hand-forged years ago, and has used since. When he does not have any metal objects to control his power, he is hesitant to use them, as vaporizing friendlies can backfire, and being a sorcerer, he's not supposed to charge into a battle without support. Part of the reason why he hunts down amulets is to better control his power, as he dislikes the random deaths of others.
Due to the constant arcing bolts between the spikes of his back, as stated below, he smells of burnt toast. Quite a few organs have also been turned to dust. But kidneys are for pussies. Real men purge their blood of grime with electricity!

Weaknesses: Large golden spikes are shoved through his spine, with small ones starting at his tailbone, and increasing in size until they reach the middle of his back, then start decreasing again and finally stop halfway up his neck. Large electric bolts jump from these spikes and into his brain, sustaining life. Removing one induces temporary paralysis. Removing two induces a coma. Removing a third kills him. Think Frankenstein's monster. They also make his back look weird in robes. That and he smells like burnt toast (don't worry, you're not going to suffer a stroke, you just seriously smell burnt toast [and flesh].)

Personality: Studious, observant, and paranoid are the best words to describe Septemus, who, like all magical creatures, fears death and death only. This drive to survive has led to him constantly scouring all corners of the Earth in search of more forbidden knowledge to sustain him by just another day, as so he can live longer and learn more. This thirst for knowledge causes him to tackle and virtually absorb any sort of information he comes across, be it books, scrolls, or that new thingy called the 'internets' (he's one of those die-hard Wikipedia editor types). If a person, creature, or well, anything has a shred of knowledge that he finds interesting, he will do anything to make it talk, be it quests, study, jobs, or anything else besides self-harm.

History: Septimus is old. Not as old as some other creatures, but batting around two-thousand years qualifies for being old. Citizen of the fallen Roman Empire, he had a successful, notable career as a Legionnaire before returning home, marrying, and his wife promptly dying from causes that at the time were unknown to him. In his grief, he accidentally resurrected his spouse due to an intense electrical current. Due to shear amount of electricity that ran through her brain, she suffered extreme trauma, and thus what Septimus 'saw' was an 'abomination'. Believing that this was dangerous blasphemy and necromancy, he killed her.

Since then, with knowledge of modern medicine, his grief has increased, as he has now realized that the 'abomination' he resurrected was actually 'her', and not some demonic creature that his primitive mind at the time believed. Thus his former promiscuity has dropped off and guilt filled up. While not horribly depressed, he simply finds himself to be pathetic in the whole scenario, as there was no way to know at the time, but could have played it safe and simply waited and observed. However, time has helped numb the distance, as memories continues to fade, not to mention he's taken far better spouses. He simply loathes his failure in the scenario and his pathetic, knowledgeable mind at the time.

But that is the uninteresting drive behind his prizing of logical, analytical thought. After leaving his first 'life', Septimus has since led a myriad of lives, faking his death or simply leaving families he had created, never to return again*.
RP Sample: Tasty D'ohnuts



*Authors way of saying 'Fuck it I don't want to re-write the bio today, he'll just tell parts of his past ICly when asked.'

Also, reposting with updated stats and bio.

Approved.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

My personal canon is that James and Pierre met each other often (Detroit and Windsor are pretty much next door to each other, so family get-togethers would be easy) and hung out occassionally off-screen during Arc 1.

I also always believed that Pierre used to be a good dude until he went to Elfen High.

His bio indicates that he was already sort of a cowardly dick, but in an understandable way.

At the start of Arc, he got Flanderized to the point where I cannot stand him at all.

Cowardly dick is understandable when you're French and live in Detroit. I haven't checked it recently so I'm unsure of when his magic first sprang up, but him having that would allow for James' family to cut off ties with Pierre's long before Arc 1.

[Erinkita]

Upon checking Wikipedia, 157,649 candidates applied for 434 vacancies in the Indian Engineering Services.

Holy fuck.

Now I'm even more annoyed for myself for having fucked up that interview.

Those are some long odds. But you're Nightkill the Emperor. End of story.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Upon checking Wikipedia, 157,649 candidates applied for 434 vacancies in the Indian Engineering Services.

Holy fuck.

Now I'm even more annoyed for myself for having fucked up that interview.

It was a very long while ago.

Still, I think back to it often.

[Astrolinium]

So, updated my app to reflect the new system and a bit more backstory based on the musical I've been writing. Lemme know if I fucked it up.

Name: Caspian Lawrence
Age (Actual): 17 or 67, depending on how you count it. At any rate, he was born on March 23rd, 1963.
Age (Appears): 17
Race: Human
Appearance: Here is Picture
Powergrid/Powers:
INT: 4
STR: 3
SPD: 4
DUR: 3
FS: 2
CHR: 4
Powers:
Lvl. 2 Temporal Bullshit - Not really a power per se (not yet, at least), but he tends to randomly shift throughout time, and not always forward, either. Oh, and he doesn't visibly age anymore.
Weaknesses: Well, he's mostly a pretty normal human. And he's allergic to shellfish.
Personality: Absolutely bonkers. Zany. Insane. Random. He leaps from one thought to the next without much of a logical connection and is fond of parenthetical asides. He talks over peoples' heads whenever humanly possible, and likes to be active. He can't sit still, and he loves to run and jump and fool about and play tricks and wear silly hats. His favorite feeling in the world is also knowing more than anyone else in the room, even if he's not actually the most intelligent.
History: Caspian was born nearly 70 years ago in Chiswick, to perfectly normal, mundane parents, who just happened to be decently wealthy. He went to a fairly normal (and completely fictional, I hope) boarding school by the name of St. Pettigrew's Academy for Boys, where he had a fairly normal life (for someone in boarding school), and started to grow up. Everything was so perfectly normal that it was absolutely sickening. Totally and utterly normal, not a thing out of place. He got mostly top marks, with a little room for improvement. Took Latin and Ancient Greek, excelled in Phys Ed, smoked pot now and then in the bathroom with some mates. He had a girlfriend, learned to drive, and fooled around with his schoolmates (in both senses of the phrase - it was an all-boys boarding school, after all). He was a footballer, and he also loved cricket.
He also liked to pick on the younger students, harassing them with "pop quizzy-poos" in the hallway that they couldn't possibly know the answer to, and then embarrassing them and making them feel bad about themselves when they couldn't answer correctly. Also, having literally grown up with the show, he loved the fuck out of Doctor Who. His Doctor was Four.
Then, at 17, he was on a plane flight over the Bermuda Triangle when it crashed - the plane, not the Bermuda Triangle. When he woke up, it was 50 years later, on the English seaside. He hadn't aged a day. His parents were dead, he had amnesia, and he was found by a lovely infertile couple named Wallace and Fatima. They nursed him back to health (he was in considerable shock) and when he regained his memory he was sent to Elfen High because reasons.
RP Sample: Penis...~

[Erinkita]

Goodbye for now, friendpeople.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Goodbye for now, friendpeople.

Have fun, Erin.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Goodbye for now, friendpeople.

Good bye.

[Individuality-ness]

Goodbye for now, friendpeople.

Bye.

[Olthar]

Goodbye for now, friendpeople.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

Menacing male demon name - Go.

[Astrolinium]

Menacing male demon name - Go.

Azkalar.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Menacing male demon name - Go.

Terrell DeAndre.

[Ende]

At the start of Arc, he got Flanderized to the point where I cannot stand him at all.

I know it was bad, but was it really that bad?

@Hard: Legion, because why not?

[Nationstatelandsville]

At the start of Arc, he got Flanderized to the point where I cannot stand him at all.

I know it was bad, but was it really that bad?

@Hard: Legion, because why not?

YES.

[Astrolinium]

Menacing male demon name - Go.

Terrell DeAndre.

If we're going that route, then Maquinta Davis.

[AETEN II]

Menacing male demon name - Go.

Morbus. Guess what it means in latin.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Terrell DeAndre.

If we're going that route, then Maquinta Davis.

deJustin Jefferjackson.

(nods)

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

Menacing male demon name - Go.

Azkalar.

So many people with "A"'s though. D:

Be creative, come up with something that starts with an uncommon letter.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

If we're going that route, then Maquinta Davis.

deJustin Jefferjackson.

(nods)

Javaris Jamar Javarison-Lamar.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Azkalar.

So many people with "A"'s though. D:

Be creative, come up with something that starts with an uncommon letter.

Samyaza.

[Nude East Ireland]

Menacing male demon name - Go.

Ruvak Dragon-Eater

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Azkalar.

So many people with "A"'s though. D:

Be creative, come up with something that starts with an uncommon letter.

L'Carpetron Dookmarriot.
Xmus Jaxon Flaxon-Waxon.