Post by Abe & Aranel on Jul 4, 2009 17:38:46 GMT -8
Name: Abaddon Goetia
Nickname: Abe
Age: 18
Power:
Average Cruzen abilities (detailed below). He’s also a ‘Witness’, which means he has the ability to see into the past (with a limit of about a few months unless he has help) and five seconds into the future.
History:
Abe was born into a family of ten (two parents and eight children). He’s the third oldest of them. He was born in Eastern Europe but later moved with his family to Ireland.
When he was sixteen he accidentally killed another Cruzen boy in a fight and as such, was condemned to die unless someone volunteered to be his ‘Watcher’. Aranel did so and they have been friends ever since.
Two years later Abe had to become a Witness due to extenuating circumstances.
Appearance: Again, average Cruzen. Abe is 6’2 and built like a brick shithouse. He has ink black skin and long hair. His eyes are sort of like a dog’s since the iris almost completely covers the eye white. He always wears a black sleeveless t-shirt, jeans and boots, all of which look a bit scruffy. He also always wears a black gold-trimmed scarf over his nose and mouth and a black ribbon on his wrist.
He has a lot of teeth, all of which are slender, long and pointed. He can ‘extend’ his teeth when hunting and his tongue is quite long.
I think his face is about forty per cent mouth.
Personality: Abe’s laid-back, cheerful and a complete optimist. Despite his somewhat intimidating appearance he’s as scary as tissue paper and knows it. He likes to fight but if the person could be killed by him he’ll refuse (he’s already got in enough trouble for that one). He’s slow to anger, but if he reaches boiling point the pretty much goes insane and Aranel has to calm him down and keep him from that to begin with.
He’s quite protective of Aranel, which is kind of funny considering he’s the one who killed her the first time.
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Name: Aranel Ebner
Nickname: Nell, but no one really calls her that.
Age: 19
Power:
Like Abe her skin is very tough and she’s stronger than most humans though less so than Abe. She has a greater access to magic. She’s not allowed to die (for the time being anyways).
History:
Aranel is the eldest of two children (half siblings). Her mother and father are Cruzmal / Crutar and Cruzen/Cruzmal half-breeds which means that Aranel is a ‘ZenMalTar’, a threeway hybrid.
Because of this she was qualified to become a Judge. She has been a Judge since she was fourteen, having being drafted in early to make up for the scarcity of Judges.
Due to a somewhat unfortunate incident (ie, she died) Aranel became the ‘Champion’ of the Death on her world, basically meant to be his tool that works towards his aim. This gave her the inability to die, though any would-be fatal wounds are still painful as heck.
Appearance:
Aranel is 5’8. She has a lean frame with wiry muscles. She’s quite pale, nearly paper white, with straight black hair and purple eyes. She wears black jeans with a lilac t-shirt and sometimes silk elbow gloves. Over that she wears a black unbelted tunic and a dark purple gold-trimmed coat that reaches to her ankles, those being her official uniform.
Personality:
Aranel is a pleasant enough young woman. She’s independent and generally positive. She likes to make somewhat snaky jokes about things, but she never means offence against anyone. She’s something of a peacemaker and is known in her circle of friends as being the most dependable and down to earth one. She’s quite devoted to her job, often working for weeks without taking days off and is in terror at the thought of losing it. She’s somewhat prim and very neat.
Additional Information:
Cruzen: Somewhat animalistic race with mild magic capabilities and sable black skin covered in tattoos. All very strong and tough skinned, with good sight, hearing and smell. The saliva also has a ‘feel-good’ chemical in it that blisses you out if it gets into your bloodstream, something that is used for hunting.
Cruzmal: Pseudo-Angelic race of people with average magical capabilities. Generally white-haired, have wings and are covered with intricate scars.
Cruxtar: Basically humans with magic. The most magical capabilities of the three.
ZenMalTar: A hybrid race. They’re not common, but not completely rare either. A ZenMalTar’s strength and magical ability depends on their parentage.
In the world they are from there is a specific justice system set up for the three different Crux races.
Witnesses: Cruzen who can see the past.
Judges: Hybrid of the three races who are the only ones deemed impartial enough to pass judgement, and occasionally execute.
Dreamakers: Cruztar that can create pocket dimensions.
Executioners: Cruzmal who carry out the death sentences given by the Judges.
The Morphae is this place that is basically the abstract as a location, with freewheeling concepts, colours, sensations and the occasional magical monster shambling around. The Morphae can reach anywhere as it is, as I said before, the abstract. It’s similar to hammerspace in that regard. Anything that could be, is. It’s a bad place for a Cruzen to be, since it kind of induces a sort of sensory overload in them.
The Butlers are one example of the Morphaec monsters. Their actual name is the ‘Kinae’ but everyone calls them Butlers except when speaking officially.
In-Character Sample:
The Morphae wasn’t a good place to be at the best of times, and while being chased by a bunch of Butlers that were moving like someone had stuffed them full of Pixie Sticks.
Aranel had Abe by the hand, pulling him along. Abe had his eyes shut and his hand clasped over his scarf, trying not to vomit.
She swerved right sharply, picking up the pace, Abe staggering after her a fast as he dared. There had to be some kind of weak spot somewhere nearby. She was so far off the known pathways though the Morphae by now that the chance of finding one that came out near where she needed to go was pretty much impossible, but escape was the more important issue at hand.
One of the Butlers launched itself over her head and nearly grazing her with one of it’s spindly limbs then landed in a squat in front of her, it‘s sharp long-clawed hands ready. Aranel skidded to a halt then veered left as it swiped out at her.
Then, up ahead. A faint shimmering showing where the real world leaked into the Morphae. As they got nearer the landscape began to blur more and more as the two realities mixed. The weak spot they could escape through was right at the centre.
She kicked Abe through it then turned and clasped her hands together, blowing into them. Gold and silvers letters swirled together then formed into a pale golden ball. She dropped the ball at her feet then jumped through the weak spot after Abe.
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Abe had returned to his full senses as soon Aranel had kicked him, just in time to realise he was
He landed on his hand and knees, the impact strong enough to leave deep imprints in the rock.
He stood up and brushed himself then looked down and groaned. “You must be shitting me.”
There was a high pitched scream above him. He looked up then stepped back just as Aranel landed neatly. She straightened her coat primly then turned to him.
“You alright, Abe?”
“I’m fine, my jeans aren’t.” he said morosely, pointing down at the torn knees on his jeans. “I only got these last week.”
“You just got attacked by raging monsters and you’re complaining about your jeans.“ Aranel shook her head, tried not to smile. “Makes complete sense, that.”
“Hey, they’re nice jeans!”
“I know, I know. But seriously, more important matters at hand. Like where the fuck are we?”
Abe shrugged. “No idea. It doesn’t look like anywhere I’ve ever been though.”
He turned away and pulled down his scarf just enough to show his nose and took a deep sniff then pulled up the scarf and turned back.
“Doesn’t smell like it either. Even the air is kinda funny.”
“Oh crap. You Don’t think we’re in a different world or something, do you? What if they don’t have the same kind of money?”
“Relax, we’ll just wait until the Butlers get bored or waiting for us and go back the way we came. Actually,” he looked up, his eyebrow scrunched together in confusion, “Why haven’t they followed us through anyways?”
Aranel shifted awkwardly. “I, uh… Kinda closed the opening through, so they couldn’t follow us… And we can‘t get back in.”
“…Shit.”
“Yeah. But besides that, we were lost anyway. I don‘t think we could get back the way we came without a bloody GPS.”
“I guess we’re stuck then?”
“Looks like it.”
The two sat down on the rock.
“Fuck.”
Code Words: Back To The Future
Nickname: Abe
Age: 18
Power:
Average Cruzen abilities (detailed below). He’s also a ‘Witness’, which means he has the ability to see into the past (with a limit of about a few months unless he has help) and five seconds into the future.
History:
Abe was born into a family of ten (two parents and eight children). He’s the third oldest of them. He was born in Eastern Europe but later moved with his family to Ireland.
When he was sixteen he accidentally killed another Cruzen boy in a fight and as such, was condemned to die unless someone volunteered to be his ‘Watcher’. Aranel did so and they have been friends ever since.
Two years later Abe had to become a Witness due to extenuating circumstances.
Appearance: Again, average Cruzen. Abe is 6’2 and built like a brick shithouse. He has ink black skin and long hair. His eyes are sort of like a dog’s since the iris almost completely covers the eye white. He always wears a black sleeveless t-shirt, jeans and boots, all of which look a bit scruffy. He also always wears a black gold-trimmed scarf over his nose and mouth and a black ribbon on his wrist.
He has a lot of teeth, all of which are slender, long and pointed. He can ‘extend’ his teeth when hunting and his tongue is quite long.
I think his face is about forty per cent mouth.
Personality: Abe’s laid-back, cheerful and a complete optimist. Despite his somewhat intimidating appearance he’s as scary as tissue paper and knows it. He likes to fight but if the person could be killed by him he’ll refuse (he’s already got in enough trouble for that one). He’s slow to anger, but if he reaches boiling point the pretty much goes insane and Aranel has to calm him down and keep him from that to begin with.
He’s quite protective of Aranel, which is kind of funny considering he’s the one who killed her the first time.
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Name: Aranel Ebner
Nickname: Nell, but no one really calls her that.
Age: 19
Power:
Like Abe her skin is very tough and she’s stronger than most humans though less so than Abe. She has a greater access to magic. She’s not allowed to die (for the time being anyways).
History:
Aranel is the eldest of two children (half siblings). Her mother and father are Cruzmal / Crutar and Cruzen/Cruzmal half-breeds which means that Aranel is a ‘ZenMalTar’, a threeway hybrid.
Because of this she was qualified to become a Judge. She has been a Judge since she was fourteen, having being drafted in early to make up for the scarcity of Judges.
Due to a somewhat unfortunate incident (ie, she died) Aranel became the ‘Champion’ of the Death on her world, basically meant to be his tool that works towards his aim. This gave her the inability to die, though any would-be fatal wounds are still painful as heck.
Appearance:
Aranel is 5’8. She has a lean frame with wiry muscles. She’s quite pale, nearly paper white, with straight black hair and purple eyes. She wears black jeans with a lilac t-shirt and sometimes silk elbow gloves. Over that she wears a black unbelted tunic and a dark purple gold-trimmed coat that reaches to her ankles, those being her official uniform.
Personality:
Aranel is a pleasant enough young woman. She’s independent and generally positive. She likes to make somewhat snaky jokes about things, but she never means offence against anyone. She’s something of a peacemaker and is known in her circle of friends as being the most dependable and down to earth one. She’s quite devoted to her job, often working for weeks without taking days off and is in terror at the thought of losing it. She’s somewhat prim and very neat.
Additional Information:
Cruzen: Somewhat animalistic race with mild magic capabilities and sable black skin covered in tattoos. All very strong and tough skinned, with good sight, hearing and smell. The saliva also has a ‘feel-good’ chemical in it that blisses you out if it gets into your bloodstream, something that is used for hunting.
Cruzmal: Pseudo-Angelic race of people with average magical capabilities. Generally white-haired, have wings and are covered with intricate scars.
Cruxtar: Basically humans with magic. The most magical capabilities of the three.
ZenMalTar: A hybrid race. They’re not common, but not completely rare either. A ZenMalTar’s strength and magical ability depends on their parentage.
In the world they are from there is a specific justice system set up for the three different Crux races.
Witnesses: Cruzen who can see the past.
Judges: Hybrid of the three races who are the only ones deemed impartial enough to pass judgement, and occasionally execute.
Dreamakers: Cruztar that can create pocket dimensions.
Executioners: Cruzmal who carry out the death sentences given by the Judges.
The Morphae is this place that is basically the abstract as a location, with freewheeling concepts, colours, sensations and the occasional magical monster shambling around. The Morphae can reach anywhere as it is, as I said before, the abstract. It’s similar to hammerspace in that regard. Anything that could be, is. It’s a bad place for a Cruzen to be, since it kind of induces a sort of sensory overload in them.
The Butlers are one example of the Morphaec monsters. Their actual name is the ‘Kinae’ but everyone calls them Butlers except when speaking officially.
In-Character Sample:
The Morphae wasn’t a good place to be at the best of times, and while being chased by a bunch of Butlers that were moving like someone had stuffed them full of Pixie Sticks.
Aranel had Abe by the hand, pulling him along. Abe had his eyes shut and his hand clasped over his scarf, trying not to vomit.
She swerved right sharply, picking up the pace, Abe staggering after her a fast as he dared. There had to be some kind of weak spot somewhere nearby. She was so far off the known pathways though the Morphae by now that the chance of finding one that came out near where she needed to go was pretty much impossible, but escape was the more important issue at hand.
One of the Butlers launched itself over her head and nearly grazing her with one of it’s spindly limbs then landed in a squat in front of her, it‘s sharp long-clawed hands ready. Aranel skidded to a halt then veered left as it swiped out at her.
Then, up ahead. A faint shimmering showing where the real world leaked into the Morphae. As they got nearer the landscape began to blur more and more as the two realities mixed. The weak spot they could escape through was right at the centre.
She kicked Abe through it then turned and clasped her hands together, blowing into them. Gold and silvers letters swirled together then formed into a pale golden ball. She dropped the ball at her feet then jumped through the weak spot after Abe.
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Abe had returned to his full senses as soon Aranel had kicked him, just in time to realise he was
He landed on his hand and knees, the impact strong enough to leave deep imprints in the rock.
He stood up and brushed himself then looked down and groaned. “You must be shitting me.”
There was a high pitched scream above him. He looked up then stepped back just as Aranel landed neatly. She straightened her coat primly then turned to him.
“You alright, Abe?”
“I’m fine, my jeans aren’t.” he said morosely, pointing down at the torn knees on his jeans. “I only got these last week.”
“You just got attacked by raging monsters and you’re complaining about your jeans.“ Aranel shook her head, tried not to smile. “Makes complete sense, that.”
“Hey, they’re nice jeans!”
“I know, I know. But seriously, more important matters at hand. Like where the fuck are we?”
Abe shrugged. “No idea. It doesn’t look like anywhere I’ve ever been though.”
He turned away and pulled down his scarf just enough to show his nose and took a deep sniff then pulled up the scarf and turned back.
“Doesn’t smell like it either. Even the air is kinda funny.”
“Oh crap. You Don’t think we’re in a different world or something, do you? What if they don’t have the same kind of money?”
“Relax, we’ll just wait until the Butlers get bored or waiting for us and go back the way we came. Actually,” he looked up, his eyebrow scrunched together in confusion, “Why haven’t they followed us through anyways?”
Aranel shifted awkwardly. “I, uh… Kinda closed the opening through, so they couldn’t follow us… And we can‘t get back in.”
“…Shit.”
“Yeah. But besides that, we were lost anyway. I don‘t think we could get back the way we came without a bloody GPS.”
“I guess we’re stuck then?”
“Looks like it.”
The two sat down on the rock.
“Fuck.”
Code Words: Back To The Future