Personification Life Signup and Planning (OOC, Part V)

[Zarkanians]

*fires* you may be fast but your armor is weak and targeting system is out of date.

*Rides up in a column of AY2-M's and M60A3's*

Hey, ladies! Somebody forgot the real tanks!

And here come the rest of the racers, folks; just look at those two go! They brought their pit teams, too!

[The BranRiech]

Alrighty, what'd I miss?

[Urran]

where is everyone?

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

Alrighty, what'd I miss?

edge needs to update the nanosuits with new stuff also if you seen witchblade anime,it kinda of like that

[Erucia]

Alrighty, what'd I miss?

Sex, drugs, murder, Joe Biden.

[Urran]

Alrighty, what'd I miss?

edge needs to update the nanosuits with new stuff also if you seen witchblade anime,it kinda of like that

I replied

[Zarkanians]

Alrighty, what'd I miss?

edge needs to update the nanosuits with new stuff also if you seen witchblade anime,it kinda of like that

Waste disposal systems. Not even a contest.

[Giovenith]

Hello all! Got back from Father's Dy BBQ, met my new little half sister, remembered the hard way how in Milwaukee all drivers are out to kill you, things are going good.

[Primordial Luxa]

Hey guys how have things been since last night?

[Zarkanians]

Hello all! Got back from Father's Dy BBQ, met my new little half sister, remembered the hard way how in Milwaukee all drivers are out to kill you, things are going good.

Gratz on surviving another car-trip! I promise to pay the hitmen more next time; this obviously isn't enough of a challenge for you!

[The BranRiech]

Hello all! Got back from Father's Dy BBQ, met my new little half sister, remembered the hard way how in Milwaukee all drivers are out to kill you, things are going good.

The only time I ever drive through Milwaukee is to either the State Fair, or to get on a different Highway when we go down to the Bristol Renaissance Fair.

[Erucia]

Hello all! Got back from Father's Dy BBQ, met my new little half sister, remembered the hard way how in Milwaukee all drivers are out to kill you, things are going good.

Half sister? Is she a baby? Is she adopted? Is she a sista from another fatha?

[Urran]

Hello all! Got back from Father's Dy BBQ, met my new little half sister, remembered the hard way how in Milwaukee all drivers are out to kill you, things are going good.

no license for you!

[Giovenith]

The small town has made my car-dodging Milwaukeean instincts lazy, I MUST RETURN TO THE DOJO!! *zooms off*

@Eru- Newborn sister from another mother, same father.

[Erucia]

The small town has made my car-dodging Milwaukeean instincts lazy, I MUST RETURN TO THE DOJO!! *zooms off*

@Eru- Newborn sister from another mother, same father.

Actually, since you're starting to sound like someone I know, I must ask: are you from Oregon?

[Giovenith]

The small town has made my car-dodging Milwaukeean instincts lazy, I MUST RETURN TO THE DOJO!! *zooms off*

@Eru- Newborn sister from another mother, same father.

Actually, since you're starting to sound like someone I know, I must ask: are you from Oregon?

Nah, Wisconsinite.

[Urran]

Actually, since you're starting to sound like someone I know, I must ask: are you from Oregon?

Nah, Wisconsinite.

why is everyone so far away?

[The BranRiech]

*Tries taking Cruik fortress with a MiG-31*

*Gets crashed into wall when I can't straffe a Yuke tank*

*Tries again because I meed to upgrade to the MiG-31m*

[Zarkanians]

Nah, Wisconsinite.

why is everyone so far away?

If anyone but Bran and Gio or Swith and Ceril existed within a single state, the world would end.

Also, laws of probability state that it's more likely that we be spread out through 1st World Countries than that we all be in the same places.

[Tiltjuice]

OK guys, enough with the play chat. That's what TET is for.

[Zarkanians]

OK guys, enough with the play chat. That's what TET is for.

'Kay, I'll finish my application now.

[Urran]

*Tries taking Cruik fortress with a MiG-31*

*Gets crashed into wall when I can't straffe a Yuke tank*

*Tries again because I meed to upgrade to the MiG-31m*

*watches Mig-31*

*drops behind in Mig 35*

*goodbye Mig-31*

why is everyone so far away?

If anyone but Bran and Gio or Swith and Ceril existed within a single state, the world would end.

Also, laws of probability state that it's more likely that we be spread out through 1st World Countries than that we all be in the same places.

I meant over such a large area. no one within 4 states of me

[Zarkanians]

Nation Nickname: Zarkanians.
Character Name (can be different than nation name): Herean.
A few sentences about what they look like: Short, extremely messy red hair, blood-red irises (slightly jagged at the edges due to species), long black coat (reaches about to his knees), about 5'7"-5'9" in height, pale skin (it burns rather than tanning). Under the coat he has a white shirt with a single stylized drop of blood over his heart; an identical symbol can be found tattooed on his back, also over his heart. He wears black jeans. These clothes are important because they are part of his form, and as such are a part of him. He doesn't wear anything else, and they periodically shift clean of dirt (big things like handcuffs are not affected by this).
Character Species (nation personification, human, alien, etc): Blood Daemon stuck in human form due to reasons.
Character Powers/Special Abilities (if any): Teleportation (unlimited distance but can be blocked by anyone with the ability to create barriers between dimensions or to create pocket-dimensions with similar characteristics), the ability to form chains out of fire, the ability to form metal claws around his hands out of fire. Both these last two require a brief period of time to form. Has the Berserker Blood, a special characteristic of a few Blood Daemons which activates upon being sufficiently provoked, resulting in temporary insanity, bloodthirsty tendencies, immunity to pain and near-complete memory loss/alteration after the fact. Must obtain a certain amount of kills in a month, or he'll turn into an angry giant red monstrosity incapable of rational thought. He will attempt to destroy everything within reach for approximately three days, after which he will exit this universe. If killed before that period is complete, or if he goes an hour without killing something during that time, he will revert to his normal form; neither of these things have ever happened to him, however, so he doesn't actually know that. If killed at any point by anything other than Running Out of Time, he returns to his spawn point and remains unconscious for twenty-four hours. Can eventually recover from all wounds due to manipulation of essence, though particularly grave ones (lost limbs, primarily) will take a long time to heal--honestly it'd be better if you just stabbed him so he could respawn and sleep for a day.
Character Background: Herean was a Blood Daemon of Daemonheim. He idolized another Blood Daemon, a poet and general named Aran. Aran was as emotional and prone to violence as all Blood Daemons, but unlike the vast majority of them he had mastered self-control, and as such was not only an excellent commander and masterful artist, but the subject of much praise from his subordinates. Aran was murdered in cold blood by a man named Baen, and because he was killed within Daemonheim, his death was permanent. Unfortunately, Baen hid his tracks well enough that no evidence of his crime was ever discovered. Tensions between the Blood and Flesh Daemons and the Mind Daemons had been high for a long time. The Soul Daemons, believing that it would all come clear in the end, refused to make any statement on the matter, but the Mind Daemons openly blamed the Soul Daemons. The Blood Daemons managed to convince the Flesh Daemons to help them, and before long there were only a few left of all four cadres. The few remaining Soul Daemons used their power to cast a curse on all the Daemons remaining; the curse of the Blood Daemons is to be forced to murder for the rest of eternity. Herean doesn't like this. All Daemons present were then forced into a deep sleep, and their essence was cast out into the Multiverse, to coalesce into their forms in all the various dimensions and Instances and live out their curses, again and again and again. Herean's arrival in the world of Personification Life would be his seven hundred and third incarnation.
Apartment (full apartment w/kitchen) or Room (glorified dorm room of sorts): Dorm
URL to Apartment Picture:http://i-cdn.apartmenttherapy.com/uimages/chicago/080409-dormroom.jpg

YAY.

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

Nation Nickname: Zarkanians.
Character Name (can be different than nation name): Herean.
A few sentences about what they look like: Short, extremely messy red hair, blood-red irises (slightly jagged at the edges due to species), long black coat (reaches about to his knees), about 5'7"-5'9" in height, pale skin (it burns rather than tanning). Under the coat he has a white shirt with a single stylized drop of blood over his heart; an identical symbol can be found tattooed on his back, also over his heart. He wears black jeans. These clothes are important because they are part of his form, and as such are a part of him. He doesn't wear anything else, and they periodically shift clean of dirt (big things like handcuffs are not affected by this).
Character Species (nation personification, human, alien, etc): Blood Daemon stuck in human form due to reasons.
Character Powers/Special Abilities (if any): Teleportation (unlimited distance but can be blocked by anyone with the ability to create barriers between dimensions or to create pocket-dimensions with similar characteristics), the ability to form chains out of fire, the ability to form metal claws around his hands out of fire. Both these last two require a brief period of time to form. Has the Berserker Blood, a special characteristic of a few Blood Daemons which activates upon being sufficiently provoked, resulting in temporary insanity, bloodthirsty tendencies, immunity to pain and near-complete memory loss/alteration after the fact. Must obtain a certain amount of kills in a month, or he'll turn into an angry giant red monstrosity incapable of rational thought. He will attempt to destroy everything within reach for approximately three days, after which he will exit this universe. If killed before that period is complete, or if he goes an hour without killing something during that time, he will revert to his normal form; neither of these things have ever happened to him, however, so he doesn't actually know that. If killed at any point by anything other than Running Out of Time, he returns to his spawn point and remains unconscious for twenty-four hours. Can eventually recover from all wounds due to manipulation of essence, though particularly grave ones (lost limbs, primarily) will take a long time to heal--honestly it'd be better if you just stabbed him so he could respawn and sleep for a day.
Character Background: Herean was a Blood Daemon of Daemonheim. He idolized another Blood Daemon, a poet and general named Aran. Aran was as emotional and prone to violence as all Blood Daemons, but unlike the vast majority of them he had mastered self-control, and as such was not only an excellent commander and masterful artist, but the subject of much praise from his subordinates. Aran was murdered in cold blood by a man named Baen, and because he was killed within Daemonheim, his death was permanent. Unfortunately, Baen hid his tracks well enough that no evidence of his crime was ever discovered. Tensions between the Blood and Flesh Daemons and the Mind Daemons had been high for a long time. The Soul Daemons, believing that it would all come clear in the end, refused to make any statement on the matter, but the Mind Daemons openly blamed the Soul Daemons. The Blood Daemons managed to convince the Flesh Daemons to help them, and before long there were only a few left of all four cadres. The few remaining Soul Daemons used their power to cast a curse on all the Daemons remaining; the curse of the Blood Daemons is to be forced to murder for the rest of eternity. Herean doesn't like this. All Daemons present were then forced into a deep sleep, and their essence was cast out into the Multiverse, to coalesce into their forms in all the various dimensions and Instances and live out their curses, again and again and again. Herean's arrival in the world of Personification Life would be his seven hundred and third incarnation.
Apartment (full apartment w/kitchen) or Room (glorified dorm room of sorts): Dorm
URL to Apartment Picture:http://i-cdn.apartmenttherapy.com/uimages/chicago/080409-dormroom.jpg

YAY.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=pl ... RVCR0#t=0s

[New Aksarben]

be back in 30 minutes.... heading home....