Post by Tekkeim on Dec 22, 2008 14:33:34 GMT -8
Name: Tekkeim Benezier
nickname: Tek or Keim
age: About 23
power(3 max): 1. Fusion (Ability to meld his form with that of other creatures)
2. Fleshcraft (Ability to take skin/bloodvessels/bone/etc of other creatures and mold them)
3. Artificer (Ability to control metals, particularly a unique metal not found on Earth that he calls Ectrion)
history/family: Tekkeim was not born on Earth, or in this dimension. He managed to find his way here, though, when he was thirteen. Before that, he had been on his own, an orphan, for his parents left him at an early age. Why they did it is a question with an unknown answer, but he rarely asks it. He was born with an extaordinary gift for magic and has nurtered it ever since, taken to studying and training. To him, it was all fun.
appearance: Average height
Long, black hair with blue streaks
Constantly wears a blue and black robe
Under his loose robe is a black, almost skintight cloak covered in silver buckles and black pants, all hugging his body tightly
He also has a few pairs of gloves, switching between blue and black
Eyes that switch between a dark blue and an ice blue
personality: Quiet, confident, sometimes arrogant. He's sure of himself, most definately. He's observant and quick, not one easily fooled, and intelligent, incredibly so.
in character sample: Walking through the barren graveyard, passing skeletons of strange and enourmous creatures. Tek marveled at what he saw, as he always did, not at all bothered by the constant presense of death that would have to be in a place that beasts came to die. Hardly anything possessing life dwelt here, and what did crawl the graveyard were never anything to mess with. Ruthless and hungry beasts. Tek observed all of this as he made his way through the carnage. His pleasent walk came to a halt as he came across something new to the area; A creature with flesh, albeit decaying flesh, still clinging to its body. The man smiled as he knelt by the animal; A doglike thing, though reptillean, with a bloody hole where its stomach would be, ribs sticking out every which way. It was about five feet long, and, standing, its head would have reached a foot above Tek's waist. His smile grew as his hands traced over the creature. The flesh started to reverse the decaying process, small holes that dotted its body filling up. The bones that had been sundured now fused together, blood vessels connecting over them. He closed the hole that had ripped his stomach, but left the ribs sticking out. The creature mended, he began to make it better. Tendrils of silver metal creeped around the dog-thing, elongating its claws, giving its head a threatening helmet. The entire body was armored, including the stomach, though to this he added something more; long spikes to join the ribs, ones that would rip apart anything under it. Tek beamed at his creation, wondering what he should do with it. In a moment he had his decision.
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Moments later, the creature dashed out the gates of bone that served as the entrence to the graveyard. Once past them, though, it changed shape. It took the form of a human, but with pointed teeth, long, metal claws, scaly, slightly decayed flesh, though this only in places. The humanoid flashed, and, for a moment, Tekkeim could be seen in its place. Then, the dog was a dog once more, darting through the barren, rocky wastelands.
code words: Suffice it to say that yes, I DO, in fact, know the muffin man.
nickname: Tek or Keim
age: About 23
power(3 max): 1. Fusion (Ability to meld his form with that of other creatures)
2. Fleshcraft (Ability to take skin/bloodvessels/bone/etc of other creatures and mold them)
3. Artificer (Ability to control metals, particularly a unique metal not found on Earth that he calls Ectrion)
history/family: Tekkeim was not born on Earth, or in this dimension. He managed to find his way here, though, when he was thirteen. Before that, he had been on his own, an orphan, for his parents left him at an early age. Why they did it is a question with an unknown answer, but he rarely asks it. He was born with an extaordinary gift for magic and has nurtered it ever since, taken to studying and training. To him, it was all fun.
appearance: Average height
Long, black hair with blue streaks
Constantly wears a blue and black robe
Under his loose robe is a black, almost skintight cloak covered in silver buckles and black pants, all hugging his body tightly
He also has a few pairs of gloves, switching between blue and black
Eyes that switch between a dark blue and an ice blue
personality: Quiet, confident, sometimes arrogant. He's sure of himself, most definately. He's observant and quick, not one easily fooled, and intelligent, incredibly so.
in character sample: Walking through the barren graveyard, passing skeletons of strange and enourmous creatures. Tek marveled at what he saw, as he always did, not at all bothered by the constant presense of death that would have to be in a place that beasts came to die. Hardly anything possessing life dwelt here, and what did crawl the graveyard were never anything to mess with. Ruthless and hungry beasts. Tek observed all of this as he made his way through the carnage. His pleasent walk came to a halt as he came across something new to the area; A creature with flesh, albeit decaying flesh, still clinging to its body. The man smiled as he knelt by the animal; A doglike thing, though reptillean, with a bloody hole where its stomach would be, ribs sticking out every which way. It was about five feet long, and, standing, its head would have reached a foot above Tek's waist. His smile grew as his hands traced over the creature. The flesh started to reverse the decaying process, small holes that dotted its body filling up. The bones that had been sundured now fused together, blood vessels connecting over them. He closed the hole that had ripped his stomach, but left the ribs sticking out. The creature mended, he began to make it better. Tendrils of silver metal creeped around the dog-thing, elongating its claws, giving its head a threatening helmet. The entire body was armored, including the stomach, though to this he added something more; long spikes to join the ribs, ones that would rip apart anything under it. Tek beamed at his creation, wondering what he should do with it. In a moment he had his decision.
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Moments later, the creature dashed out the gates of bone that served as the entrence to the graveyard. Once past them, though, it changed shape. It took the form of a human, but with pointed teeth, long, metal claws, scaly, slightly decayed flesh, though this only in places. The humanoid flashed, and, for a moment, Tekkeim could be seen in its place. Then, the dog was a dog once more, darting through the barren, rocky wastelands.
code words: Suffice it to say that yes, I DO, in fact, know the muffin man.