Veneficus quod Apparatus Bio/Discussion Thread

[Shorik]

Alright, here's the bio set-up for 'Veneficus quod Apparatus'. Post it here, and then you can reply in the actual RP thread.

Name:
Age:
Race:
Appearance:

Personality:

Weapon(s):
Armour:
Abilities: (ie. magic)
History:

Here's mine.

Name: Shorik Arlion
Age: 17
Race: Human
Appearance: Shorik stands at 5'11", and weighs about 142 lbs. He has a slightly skinny build, though he is built with muscle. His brown hair is semi short, and a bit messy. He has sapphire blue eyes and fair skin.

Clothing-wise, Shorik is typically seen wearing a black T-shirt, blue cargo pants, and black runners. He also wears a set of black leather gauntlets.

Personality: Shorik is a bit of an outsider. He tends to keep to himself, and has few friends. However, this doesn't make him a bad person. He has good morals, and will do all in his power to do the right thing. One thing though: Pray you don't get on his bad side. He is ruthless against enemies.

Weapon(s): Shorik wields twin broadswords. Given their size, it's surprising that he can use them one-handed, even more so that he can dual-wield them.
Armour: The black leather gauntlets serve as armour for Shorik.
Abilities: Shorik was born with great physical ability. His fighting skills are just about top-notch. He can lift things that the average person his size couldn't, as well as make amazing jumps.
History: Shorik was born in Mardek, capital of the Mekalor region. Around the time of the experiment, Shorik can't remember much. What he does remember form then is a large explosion aroudn him. His parents insist that never happened, but they never sounded fully truthful about it.

Anyways, Shorik always excelled in physical activity and combat. At first, his peers admired him for it, but soon eneough, they began to distance themselves from him. It didn't help that Shorik wasn't all that social to begin with. after a while, Shorik began to wonder why he was gifted. It made no sense, because neither his mother or father were gifted in strength or combat. To this day, he still doesn't understand it.

[Tusk]

Name:Tusk

Age: 134 but looks 24

Race: Giant

Appearance: Tusk stands near 17 feet in height and is built heavily. He has brown hair that is just to his shoulder and is wildly messy. He wears a beard that is messy, but not long. He has suprisingly green eyes but one is closed due to a scar over it. Scars cover his body from fights and near death experiences. The biggest is a scar that travels across his chest. It goes from the right shoulder to the bottom left Torso. He looks like a massive muscular human. He wears a brown vest that he leaves unbuttoned and usually never has a shirt underneith. He wears a pair of brown pants that have several holes down the legs, but nothing big. He has a pair of brown boots that look suprisingly comfortable. He has a belt that holds a pair of massive mallets that a human could not even attempt to hold.

Personality: He is wild and reckless. He speaks his mind without care. He is, like all giants, dumber that a brick. He would rather punch in a face than talk. Long conversations lose him. He is angered quickly and sometimes loses all since of who he is or where he is at. He does love a good joke, just as long as it is not too complicated. He loves beer. He is a champion amongst Giants in holding liquor. He has the tendency to go through something if he can not go around it.

Weapon(s): He has two working mallets that he can hold in each hand. They are made of solid steel including the handles.

Armour: His armor is like bits and peices of armor when he wears it He does have a pair of greaves and boots. However, he also has a gauntlet for his right arm and a shoulder plate for his left shoulder. He also wears a half chest plate that covers his heart.

Abilities: (ie. magic) Giants have hardened skin that is resestant to magic and make bullets mostly useless. He has no magic, but has an amazing strength. Not much is too heavy for him to lift. He is slow, but he makes up for it with tough natural defences. Giants do have an ability called rage. Rage allows him to gain even more strength and the ability to block out pain for a period of time. He is like a one man army in rage. He will take out anything that causes him to enter this state regardless of who is in front of him. The few ways to end rage, is if he destroys the thing that pissed him off, someone he trusts can talk him out of it, or he dies.

History: Giants are used for two things. They are used for work or war. They are the pack mules of the land and Tusk was no exception. He did not have an education. Giants are slow, but even more so do to them being used for labor and labor only. Usually, he was treated like the lowest of the low in society. He was made fun of for being stupid and doing the heavy lifting in a job. Why pay for a machine to move something when you can get a giant to do it and it be cheaper was a line he heard ever since he could walk. He was born in Mardek and after the city was wiped out, sent to rebuild it. As enemies were closing in, he was sent to fight several times and then was sent back to work to rebuild. It never once bugged him. Most giants loved it. Those who did not, were drunk and tried to start fights. Giants who got into a fight did not quit until one was dead. Tusk was subject to this for many years. He survived every time. Most other than Giants dispise him because of his brutish nature. Giants on the other hand veiw him with high respect. He does not care how society veiws him, just as long as he can crack the skulls of anyone being too insulting to his heritage.

[marriv]

Name: Mathias Cerium Grendle Brovich Ageras

Age: 25 elf years, 156 ish human

Race: Grey Elf (the multi-century lifespan, mountain types)

Appearance: Matt, as he's refered to, stands at a looming 6'4". weighing in at 158 lbs, and has a thin build. This is all poorly disguised by cloth padded, steel studded, semi-hard leather clothes. A matching vest, bracers, gloves, pants, boots, and hip guards are most prominent. A lighter synth. fiber, sleeveless, high collar cloak dyed completely black is seen only on his not so frequent outings. But when worn, it covers the back of his neck, some of his head and is held somewhat closed in the front by half a dozen or so loosely done belts from one side to the other. He keeps his affects in well repair.
One other odd piece of equipment he keeps is a pair of welding goggles either around his neck or on his forehead. If need be, they expand into a full mask. They provide him with superior night-vision capabilities, an air filter and of course, a heat shield for his fiery tendencies.

Asides his slightly archaic and distracting clothes, his features are similarly odd to see. A racially odd tan permeates his body, offset by his race's classic but still shocking violet eyes and platinum hair. His slightly wavy hair is either back in a ponytail or hanging loosely, almost touching his shoulders. And of course, the longer point ears.

Personality: He's cold and calculated, scientific to a bitter end. That's at least what he tries for. His endless experiments and urges to test them often lead to the awkward and unusually nice him. He's a slight perfectionist, never leaving a project unfinished. For more then ten years.

Weapon(s): A fusion cutter and collapse-able 6 foot pole (condenses to 1)

Armour: The studded, semi-hard leather.
Welding goggles.

Abilities: A master of the arcane and a demon with metal, his mage and engineer traits coincide perfectly. There are few spells and machines he can't deal with, and fewer he knows of.
But he is a pyro at heart. He'd rather blast his way through enemies and slice their things into pieces with the energy of his cutter. Other then that, he is purely mechanics and magics. His only physical abilities are beating people with his pole and using his immense form to intimidate people long enough for his thins fingers to get around their throats.
Also, he can double as cook. If absolutely needed.

History: From his outset, he was a pyro. His first act was setting the delivering doctor's hair ablaze. From there he burned three schools down, a small dirigible, two ally camps, a diplomatic building and a great deal of lesser things.
Asides his small reign of chaos, he had a great aptitude for the arcane secrets. His elvenly bizarre passion was channeled into a more then less controllable tool.
His power lead to his isolation by his kin and kind. Few wanted to be near him for his nature, and he wished to be distant from his unaccepting people. He did whatever he could to put large amounts of space between himself and others. If he was in a library or other type of public building, he would immediately move straight to the back.
At the young mark of 138, 20 ish in human years, he met a band of humans on an excursion from his humble mountain home city. There and then he was enraptured with their technology, rapidly gaining fluency in the mechanical language and skill with their trickier equipment.
After that, he was further considered an eccentric for his association with humans. It was at this time that he accepted that his people were impossible for him to stand. So, after a good firefight and slaughtering seven of the devine mages who irritated him the most, he departed his home, leaving it in a post-apocalyptic state.
It was after a year of drifting and setting random traps in the form of autonotoms to harass thieves, bounty hunters and zealots, that he came to a more up to date city. Well, a whisky outpost at best. It was in that hole that he found employment. A ship of sorts which needed a mechanic. It took him half a day to find the captain, apply, and wait three seconds for the interview. When asked what qualified him over their current mech.,he simply stated he was alive and well. The elderly fromer occife holder gave out then from a heart attack which was never traced back to him. Completely.
Ever since then, he served as the engineer who locked himself in the engine room and converted it into his personal quarters, lab and study. At times he proved to be handy as a replacement ship gun. And after one time, was deemed emergency cook.
He learned the hard way that not everyone was use to the odd powders and potions of his trades. His scrambled eggs still need work.

[Eva]

Name: Sarisa Scherwil
Age: Unknown, likely over a century, but appears to be in her late teens.
Race: Elven
Appearance:

Sarisa has the appearance of a youthful, athletic young woman, which contrasts her nature. She has blonde hair of indeterminate length, as she wears it in loose strands atop her hair, but if she let it down, it would probably be at least shoulder length. Her body is fit and in shape, with a bit of muscle. She has long legs for agility, and her arms aren't short, either.

Personality: Sarisa is a stern, disciplined figure who runs her operation with as little hassle as possible. She has no problem with hurting the innocent or defenseless, but she won't do it if she doesn't have a reason to. In fact, Sarisa won't do anything unless she has a solid reason to do it. This does little to stem her slightly impulsive nature.

Weapon(s): Mostly guns, ranging from burst shotguns to the fast, but she's known as one of the best gunslingers. Sarisa is also very good wtih knives, and a rapier in her hand can be deadly as well.

Armour: None.

Abilities: Sarisa is fast, agile, and extremely difficult to catch- beneficial to her occupation. She knows a deal of magic, as she is an Elf, but she doesn't specialize in it. Sarisa mostly focuses on magic that will speed her up, rather than offensive magic.

History: Sarisa doesn't reveal much of her past, although it is known that she is from Mardek, and quickly came under the ownership of a top-notch airship known as the Tycoon. She is now known as the 'Master of Bullets', due to her speed, skill with weaponry, and airship. Her crew is extremely loyal to her, but Sarisa still seeks new members.

[Shorik]

Name: Shudin Corsvein
Age: 21
Race: Human
Appearance: Shudin stands at 5'10, and weighs 164 lbs. His body frame is average for a human, and he's slightly built. His crew cut hair is golden blonde, and requires no maitnence. Shudin's eyes are a piercing green.

When it comes to clothing, Shudin wears a white dress shirt, black jeans, brown boots, and black leather gloves.

Personality: Shudin is calm, and collected. Even in the face of danger, he doesn't lose his cool. He may even crack a joke, if feels like it. He is certainly not the most loyal person though. Promise him a reward, and he's your ally. Once the reward is his, he'll do as he pleases.

Weapon(s): Shudin's main weapon is a steel sword, which he can use with decent skill. He also carries aroudn a pistol jsut in case.
Armour: Shudin has no armour.
Abilities: Shudin has a knack for pickpocketting, and lock-picking. He doesn't have any magic power of hsi own, but can use magic gems as ammo for his pistol.
History:Shudin was born in a smaller town a little ways away from Mardek. He was poor for the majority of his life, scrambling to get by. This is how he became good at thievery skills. Then, when he was about 18 or so, a group of Pirates raided his town. Seeign his chance, Shudin convinced their captain, Sarisa, to let him onto the crew. Since then, he's enjoyed travelling the skies in the Tycoon. But, lately, he's felt that he should be the captain of the Tycoon, not Sarisa.

[Vale]

Name: Lord Clyvaan Silthus Valentine. (Common Name, Clive Vale)

Age: Appears mid 20's.

Race: Kitsune-Hume. (A Fox-like Humanoid)

Appearance: He is generally seen barefoot, and wearing free flowing myosin pants. Typically of black or black with red trim that reaches slightly higher than his ankle. From the waist up, he's garbed with three different belts, one of black, red, and white. Each with slight marks of each of them. Clive never wears a shirt, but only the occasional long trench vest that also is sleeveless. Frankly, if he can't move freely in his outfits, he won't wear them. Around Clive's neck however, is a unique crystal that resonates whenever Clive needs to act. (He's typically lying around being lazy wherever he goes.) Almost as if it calls him to action.

His physical appearance is just as expected for someone of his racials. He's fairly compactly muscular, streamline, but still agile and quick. He has Silver hair (much like all kitsune-males) and red eyes. Fairly long finger nails and toe nails, but nothing past practicality. Asides from the crystal around his neck, nothing too gaudy exists on this man.


Personality: Generally lazy and free spirited, many are inspired and irritated by Clive all at once. He doesn't do too well taking orders from anyone, asides his captain, and even she gets some resistance once in awhile. While fighting however, it seems as if Clive enrages, and becomes a weapon beyond any comprehension, never stopping until he's bathed in sweat, blood, fears, and tears. However, he has full control over his actions, and will only resort to fighting if the necklace calls.

Weapon(s):While Enraged, nothing. He fights and Claws with utter precision. Past that, he dual wields two guns. Although many times he doesn't draw the second. (The first is known as "Malice" due to the black engravings and dark shots it procures.)

Armour: No major forms of armor, his agility and speed, would only be hindered by such bulky armor.

Abilities: A skillful sharpshooter, and an even far more violent melee fighter. He is someone who uses machinery far more than magic. Although if he does cast anything, it's pure augmental, so that he can surpass even the most frightful of fighters. His nails and claws grow at a heightened rate.

History: I'll write this one later.

[Vale]

History of Clyvaan/Clive.

Since he had the luxury of being born a male in the mostly female Kitsune Race, he inherited several traits and abilities of his kind. His speed far surpasses many others (Asides males) in the realm of the Kitsune. With Clive's abilities he eventually was Knighted and issued as Royalty in the race.
However, a silent life of solitude in The Wood was something he never wished for himself, so he vanished in a freak accident involving several Humans and Elves.

Resurfacing as the Pirate-First Mate under the guise of Clive Vale, he is often times seen as a recluse and lazy. He values many of those he keeps around him, although he is someone who isn't the most convicted in their ideals and beliefs. However, the Captain of his current ship, the Tycoon, still keeps Clive around.

Now, he acts as First Mate for the Tycoon, and one of it's most skillful fighters. Speculations arose of who he is, or let alone why he's a Kitsune Male, but he shrugs it off saying. "One can never return to the past. Only embrace the future." Whatever was his reason for leaving the Wood is known by few, and only he and the Captain know of his past.

[PsychoKath]

Name: Tara Herald

Age:24

Race: Human, we think

Appearance:

Tara has black hair that is cropped very short for convience. She has purple eyes and is of normal build for a young woman, nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, were it not for her eyes she could pass by through the crowd unnoticed. As for clothing she wears a short pale blue kimono with a belt tied at the waist.

The cloth like boots she wears are of the same pale blue and are made so that she may move in silence- the same goes for the cloth wrappings on her forearms/ hands.

Personality: She is quiet, very quiet. Instead of making a fuss she prefers to keep to herself- prefering silence and solace over company and fun. She is loyal, yes, but only to those she choses to be loyal to. she's a thinker and avoids a fight when she can- living off of the fear of her reputation more than her actual actions.

Weapon(s): She carries a single sword on her back that she is quite deadly with- but she isn't an expert. In her cloth boots and arm covers are guns that she is a fair hand at, but her aim isn't that amazing. Tara is more of a jack of all trades, rather than an expert in one.

Armour: None, unless you count her cloth like stuff.

Abilities: She has magic, yes, but she likes to keep it on the DL. If she actually used it like any normal person than she would find out that she'd be quite amazing at it- too bad she hates the stuff. Using it only when she must, because whenever she uses it she is deadly. Hence her infamous reputation. Instead she taps into it in order to make herself less seen.

History: You want her past? Forget about it. Just listen to the rumors that all you scorn her mysteriously die. Or that she can kill ten people with a single swing of her sword. The proof has been in the news, why not believe it? You aren't gonna get anything outta her so don't try. As far as you are concerned her name is Tara Herald, and she is simply a Wanderer. A wanderer with a dangerous past.

[Tusk]

Because Tusk is now annoying me and will never truely fit into this story line, I will make a new char.

Name: Dennen Sorin

Age: 180 but he looks 24

Race: Half Elf

Appearance: Dennen stands just under 6 foot in height with a light build. His brown hair goes to his shoulder and slightly covers his green eyes. He wears a gotee that he keeps neatly trimmed. He has a scar on his left cheek, but it is a light scar. He wears a black trench coat that has widened sleeves that cover most of his hands., He leaves that undone to reveal a white button up shirt with the top two buttons undone. The shirt is tucked into a pair of loose black pants that slightly covers his black boots. He has a black belt that holds his pistol and he has a necklace of a dragon made of gold. On his back is a gutiar and he also holds a bag filled with diffrent things that is strapped across his torso.

Personality: He never has a set personality. One minute, he could be joyous and flirty, the next minute, he could be down right cold. He is usually sarcastic and filled with jokes. He is an actor, so there is no telling just who Dennen really is. They will never know just what he is really thinking either. He likes it that way. He is unpredictable which makes him a shaky ally and a dangerous opponent. He does not like to fight however. Such brutal means take the fun out of getting what you want with words. Anyone can swing around weapons, but physical wounds can heal over time. Emotional wounds take much longer to heal up.

Weapon(s): He has a silver pistol that rarely is ever fired. He also has several knives hidden throughout his form. He does not carry a sword or anything, he does not need one.

Armour: none....armor is too bulky and annoying

Abilities: (ie. magic) He is a jack of all trades. He uses illusion magic and has it down to an art form. However, his most dangerous magic is of that when he tells a story or sings a song. He can stir emotions and cause people to become angry or happy. If he wanted to, he could send people into a spiraling depression. He can make people fight harder, make others fight weaker, or cause people to pay him a lot of money. He also knows much about machines and can open a locked door faster than anyone else he knows. He even can do some hacking.

History: He was born in Mardek to a drunken father and a mother who was never really home. He spent his time as a child running the streets and getting in as much trouble as he could. He did some robbery, and some pranks that involved some buildings going down. He learned illusion magic to stay away from the law. He learned how to play music at a young age and soon learned how to incorperate magic into it. He could sing a song and cause people to cheer or cry depending on his mood. When he was old enough, he traveled the world and lived off his gutiar. He practiced his magic daily and even used illusions to help his preformance. He was quickly a lady's man but was never one to settle down. He learned how to talk his way out of getting in trouble and is pretty much wanted in many cities. However he manages to stay one step ahead of the law with illusions and a well placed bribe.