Jackariah's Children
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Jackariah's Children
by jackariah Thu Mar 11, 2010 9:29 am
TEMPLATE FOR STEEL CRUX: ((Not yet approved))
NAME: Deke Peters
AGE: 185
GENDER: Male
RACE: Alchemist
BORN IN: Ireland
Vigilante Name: Wily
Bike Name: Decanter
Bike Attribute: With richly treaded, durable tires that can absorb the shock of impact and sharp edges and water-proof skin, Decanter is notorious for its adept maneuver with the element water. It can easily glide across the surface of any body of water, but it isn’t ideal for Decanter to cross an ocean, unless mapped on a path hitting all oil rigs and ships on the way. Hydroplaning can occur, but Wily has mastered it. (Decanter is defined as a vessel that pours water.)
Bike Appearance:
--Decanter is a light-weight but useful bike. It has a study, wide and round shape with the handlebars jut at the front, intending the rider to hug around the cushion. The front is illuminated with one powerful headlight glaring red. The skin is an alloy of copper and black jet, with rims of steel. The seat and body-rest was built to mold around the human body, like a memorized press. Decanter is at first glance an unicycle with a copper sheen that looks dangerous to ride, but moves with agility and ease.
Personality:
--Deke longs the capability to forgive an old friend, but tends to end up being fueled by hatred. Judgmental and scathing, he doesn’t see himself with a partner any time soon. He can take a beating; he considers it a spiritual shower. He takes refuge and peace in riding the waters every morning. Under the alter-ego of Wily, which aims to empower others, he tries to be as less empathetic as possible and ensures that the message gets across. Always hungry, and a bit rude, but means well in the long-run. Doesn’t trust people and tends to be awkward with gentle souls.
Brief Bio:
--In Ireland, where he attended a small church upon a knell near the sea, Deke studied the basics of alchemy and heavily, Hermetic beliefs. Nearly drunken with ambition to drink the legendary elixir of immortality, Deker learns the cost of betrayal and guilt on his conscience. He has killed many to protect it, and many to use it.
--In Egypt, where he learned many more pearls of wisdom, Deke forged and christened his first Bike, Decanter, and honed the use of its impeccable abilities, and completed his training as part of the arcane fraternity, the Crux.
Weapons:
--TURRETS: From Decanter are two automatic machine guns located under the headlight in front, powered by three-hundred magazines behind the rider. The tips are special and plugs immediately when submerged under water, so it is also capable to shoot beneath.
--HYPE: Also projected from Decanter is a set of of green, high-refined lasers intended to burn through any wall or hulk of rubble that could unexpectedly be in the way.
--CLAWS: Three military, jagged blades sheathed on Deke’s uniform. Fatally sharp and malleable, fit for escaping bound ropes or sawing through hinges, bars, or wires. Accidentally cut off his ring finger once, but it was sewn back on without damage, which shows how impressive their precision can be.
Other:
-BUBBLE: Decanter has a nifty device that warps three feet in radius around the bike into a pocket of air yet the enveloping energy has a gel surface that easily swims through any liquid, except magma. This protects against acid and toxic air, but not bullets. Deker is still experimenting with this technology.
Appearance:
--Deke has a dark, wavy mane and clean, facial fair with thin lips. With a strong, but handsome face, he has a little disarming aura about him. This doesn’t intimidate others, even his enemies. Always wears black, white, and green, and dressy like he’s been going to meetings lately. Tan, muscular, with broad shoulders. Dark hazel eyes that shimmer specks of green in the sun.
NAME: Deke Peters
AGE: 185
GENDER: Male
RACE: Alchemist
BORN IN: Ireland
Vigilante Name: Wily
Bike Name: Decanter
Bike Attribute: With richly treaded, durable tires that can absorb the shock of impact and sharp edges and water-proof skin, Decanter is notorious for its adept maneuver with the element water. It can easily glide across the surface of any body of water, but it isn’t ideal for Decanter to cross an ocean, unless mapped on a path hitting all oil rigs and ships on the way. Hydroplaning can occur, but Wily has mastered it. (Decanter is defined as a vessel that pours water.)
Bike Appearance:
--Decanter is a light-weight but useful bike. It has a study, wide and round shape with the handlebars jut at the front, intending the rider to hug around the cushion. The front is illuminated with one powerful headlight glaring red. The skin is an alloy of copper and black jet, with rims of steel. The seat and body-rest was built to mold around the human body, like a memorized press. Decanter is at first glance an unicycle with a copper sheen that looks dangerous to ride, but moves with agility and ease.
Personality:
--Deke longs the capability to forgive an old friend, but tends to end up being fueled by hatred. Judgmental and scathing, he doesn’t see himself with a partner any time soon. He can take a beating; he considers it a spiritual shower. He takes refuge and peace in riding the waters every morning. Under the alter-ego of Wily, which aims to empower others, he tries to be as less empathetic as possible and ensures that the message gets across. Always hungry, and a bit rude, but means well in the long-run. Doesn’t trust people and tends to be awkward with gentle souls.
Brief Bio:
--In Ireland, where he attended a small church upon a knell near the sea, Deke studied the basics of alchemy and heavily, Hermetic beliefs. Nearly drunken with ambition to drink the legendary elixir of immortality, Deker learns the cost of betrayal and guilt on his conscience. He has killed many to protect it, and many to use it.
--In Egypt, where he learned many more pearls of wisdom, Deke forged and christened his first Bike, Decanter, and honed the use of its impeccable abilities, and completed his training as part of the arcane fraternity, the Crux.
Weapons:
--TURRETS: From Decanter are two automatic machine guns located under the headlight in front, powered by three-hundred magazines behind the rider. The tips are special and plugs immediately when submerged under water, so it is also capable to shoot beneath.
--HYPE: Also projected from Decanter is a set of of green, high-refined lasers intended to burn through any wall or hulk of rubble that could unexpectedly be in the way.
--CLAWS: Three military, jagged blades sheathed on Deke’s uniform. Fatally sharp and malleable, fit for escaping bound ropes or sawing through hinges, bars, or wires. Accidentally cut off his ring finger once, but it was sewn back on without damage, which shows how impressive their precision can be.
Other:
-BUBBLE: Decanter has a nifty device that warps three feet in radius around the bike into a pocket of air yet the enveloping energy has a gel surface that easily swims through any liquid, except magma. This protects against acid and toxic air, but not bullets. Deker is still experimenting with this technology.
Appearance:
--Deke has a dark, wavy mane and clean, facial fair with thin lips. With a strong, but handsome face, he has a little disarming aura about him. This doesn’t intimidate others, even his enemies. Always wears black, white, and green, and dressy like he’s been going to meetings lately. Tan, muscular, with broad shoulders. Dark hazel eyes that shimmer specks of green in the sun.
jackariah- Mist
- Join date : 2010-03-10
Posts : 46
Age : 34
Location : Texas
Re: Jackariah's Children
by jackariah Fri Mar 12, 2010 12:47 am
TEMPLATE FOR SPARKS OF MADNESS (Not yet approved)
Name: Augustin Mauers
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall, lanky, and pale, Augustin Mauers bears a rodent-like face with sparkling blue eyes and short-cropped blond hair that always has a cowlick somewhere. Very bony. Prefers to wear a straightjacket, unfastened of course, with his long, leathery sleeves dragging across the floor. Plain-looking, a face you would forget, with a small mole under his left eye.
Scribbled in ink, symbols, equations, and notes crawl on his body so he wouldn't forget all his random eurekas. Most of the time, they never make sense to anybody else, but when the time comes, they surprisingly do! Pockets have become the latest obsession with Mauers whose time is usually spent collecting buttons, logs, zippers, and threads and making pockets everywhere in his clothes, even in his shoes.
Personality: Determined and always calculating, this quiet mouse just can't stay still. Always on the move and digging up information and items from the most unlikeliest places and at the most bizarre times. Most of the time, humble and private. Takes serious care of himself and his boundaries. Dislikes being center of attention, but will face what needs to be done.
Fascinated with astronomy and tarot, a staple influence from living with his spiritually-driven aunt, Mauers discovers what could be the greatest step in his mad-scientist pursuit: relating with the human psyche and their ultimate destiny. With their weaknesses and obstacles to manipulate, Mauers understands he is capable of global control. But he is yet 20 years old, burdened with teen angst and vulnerability to fear, and he is already seeing faces that float and scream across the room. He is gullible and has a tendency to make senseless decisions that sometimes hurt himself.
Biography: Born and raised in Romania to a deceased colonel and a lyme-diseased housewife confined to her bitter-scented farm, Augustin Mauers was placed under the care of Sofia Barburg, his mother's eccentric French sister. Disciplined and often beaten for not being very useful, especially for a male teenager, Mauers quickly learned to win her affection by inventing gadgets and pleasing her every whim. As the relationship turned sourly incestual, Mauers stole a wad of cash, a basket of biscuits, and carried all his inventions on a trek through Europe, earning a pretty good salary, just enough to tempt him to conspire world domination.
After announcing a doomsday device to the public, which involved mathematical theorems and stripping oxygen from existence, Mauers was disappointed to find all his work hadn't worked properly and merely popped a fizz. Considered this a sign of him being one among the sparks, Mauers were arrested and brought to this cell.
Inventions:
1. The Golden Ruler-- Inspired by a popular theory in sacred geometry, which said that all creation of life comes from the same measurements, Mauers built a small half-moon disk that composed of cogs, screws, gear wheels, and a solar panel. Running on sunlight, the dials that follow the coordinates of divine design automatically pinpoint secrets in any cryptic, geometric-based places such as the pyramids. The debate of whether the Egyptians knew about the golden ratio intrigued Mauers, and it was exceptionally enthralling to have found his calling. But thus far, the Golden Ruler was a useless measuring system and seeing how harmless it was, Mauers was allowed to keep it.
2. The Stereo Harp-- Inspired by Hermetic tablets that state musical instruments, crystals, and lightwaves altogether play a huge part in unlocking the secrets of Atlantis, the Great Pyramid of Giza, and Machu PIcchu, Mauers built a musical box similar to the accordion using a handle to grind and generate electricity on one side with steel strings on the other while strapped around the player's shoulder with a speaker projecting the sweet sounds through radiowaves. Intending to react with something else, perhaps search for harmony and complete the procedure understood thousands of years ago, the Stereo Harp whines and screeches, not quite musical and not quite useful. Again, without a purpose, it was allowed in his jail cell along the Golden Ruler.
Thematic influence: Tarot.
Name: Augustin Mauers
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall, lanky, and pale, Augustin Mauers bears a rodent-like face with sparkling blue eyes and short-cropped blond hair that always has a cowlick somewhere. Very bony. Prefers to wear a straightjacket, unfastened of course, with his long, leathery sleeves dragging across the floor. Plain-looking, a face you would forget, with a small mole under his left eye.
Scribbled in ink, symbols, equations, and notes crawl on his body so he wouldn't forget all his random eurekas. Most of the time, they never make sense to anybody else, but when the time comes, they surprisingly do! Pockets have become the latest obsession with Mauers whose time is usually spent collecting buttons, logs, zippers, and threads and making pockets everywhere in his clothes, even in his shoes.
Personality: Determined and always calculating, this quiet mouse just can't stay still. Always on the move and digging up information and items from the most unlikeliest places and at the most bizarre times. Most of the time, humble and private. Takes serious care of himself and his boundaries. Dislikes being center of attention, but will face what needs to be done.
Fascinated with astronomy and tarot, a staple influence from living with his spiritually-driven aunt, Mauers discovers what could be the greatest step in his mad-scientist pursuit: relating with the human psyche and their ultimate destiny. With their weaknesses and obstacles to manipulate, Mauers understands he is capable of global control. But he is yet 20 years old, burdened with teen angst and vulnerability to fear, and he is already seeing faces that float and scream across the room. He is gullible and has a tendency to make senseless decisions that sometimes hurt himself.
Biography: Born and raised in Romania to a deceased colonel and a lyme-diseased housewife confined to her bitter-scented farm, Augustin Mauers was placed under the care of Sofia Barburg, his mother's eccentric French sister. Disciplined and often beaten for not being very useful, especially for a male teenager, Mauers quickly learned to win her affection by inventing gadgets and pleasing her every whim. As the relationship turned sourly incestual, Mauers stole a wad of cash, a basket of biscuits, and carried all his inventions on a trek through Europe, earning a pretty good salary, just enough to tempt him to conspire world domination.
After announcing a doomsday device to the public, which involved mathematical theorems and stripping oxygen from existence, Mauers was disappointed to find all his work hadn't worked properly and merely popped a fizz. Considered this a sign of him being one among the sparks, Mauers were arrested and brought to this cell.
Inventions:
1. The Golden Ruler-- Inspired by a popular theory in sacred geometry, which said that all creation of life comes from the same measurements, Mauers built a small half-moon disk that composed of cogs, screws, gear wheels, and a solar panel. Running on sunlight, the dials that follow the coordinates of divine design automatically pinpoint secrets in any cryptic, geometric-based places such as the pyramids. The debate of whether the Egyptians knew about the golden ratio intrigued Mauers, and it was exceptionally enthralling to have found his calling. But thus far, the Golden Ruler was a useless measuring system and seeing how harmless it was, Mauers was allowed to keep it.
2. The Stereo Harp-- Inspired by Hermetic tablets that state musical instruments, crystals, and lightwaves altogether play a huge part in unlocking the secrets of Atlantis, the Great Pyramid of Giza, and Machu PIcchu, Mauers built a musical box similar to the accordion using a handle to grind and generate electricity on one side with steel strings on the other while strapped around the player's shoulder with a speaker projecting the sweet sounds through radiowaves. Intending to react with something else, perhaps search for harmony and complete the procedure understood thousands of years ago, the Stereo Harp whines and screeches, not quite musical and not quite useful. Again, without a purpose, it was allowed in his jail cell along the Golden Ruler.
Thematic influence: Tarot.
jackariah- Mist
- Join date : 2010-03-10
Posts : 46
Age : 34
Location : Texas
Re: Jackariah's Children
by jackariah Fri Mar 12, 2010 12:49 am
TEMPLATE FOR FAIRE THEE WELL
Name: Hardigan
Race/Nationality: Gnelskin, the Tainted Race, known for their translucent skin and tar-black veins. Carnivorous and the warring type, they mold into dark classes such as the Sorcerers, the Jesters, and the Voyagers. But some who can't help their monstrous appearance become Trolls that guard the cavern entrances. They emit a dark, magical vibe as if they have seen and come to love all darkness, but their weakness is entrancing music. /// Gnelsium, a volcanic archipelago in the southeastern part of the Fairie Realm, known for its perilous fissures, eruptions, and savages that worship their shadows. Their Jesters are their diplomatic representatives, neither malicious nor righteous.
Gender: Male.
Age: 700-Years, but Hardigan claims to remember aeons.
Appearance: Spidery fingers with bloodied nails. Bald with an enormous forehead with bulging and fiery orange eyes. The translucent, pale skin acts as a shower curtain that hangs off his strangely-structured bones (with the thorns jut from his hips, shoulders, and ankles) and wiry, black veins. The infamous Cheshire cat grin. Elegant, gothic make-up involving heavy eyeliner and blue-violet lipstick.
The caps of the Jester's leather hat are embellished with small claws, fangs, and chipped crystal, and attached to the hat is a small black mask with jagged eyeholes and fastenings around the neck to hold it in place. Wears layers of tethered and ravaged leather vests, dyed completely black with thin, weaving stripes of violet, and black pinstripe trousers with tap shoes that curl up like thorns. Black silky gloves.
Belongings: A long, thorny sceptre with two crystal balls at both fanged mouths, used to symbolize status among the Anointed Ones in Gnelsium, but can be used as a weapon for close-range combat. Also can be used in moon-lighting rituals to summon small trolls to his will, but since when night falls, he is sent back to the fairie realm, the fair never witnesses his monstrous potential.
A black silk bag to contain all his collection of shiny trinkets. Sometimes reveals the clingy human self in him.
Personality: Witty and cryptic with words, Hardigan ranks high in intelligence and self-control. It is no surprise he is eccentric and that he is fascinated with morbidness. Always offers a helping hand... for a price, and will step up when challenged to a game. Bipolar, apathetic, and secretive, Hardigan usually seems up to something diabolical.
Attracted to music or musicians, gems, and drama. Dislikes trying new things in this non-magical realm, but upon staying for a while, Hardigan takes a paradigm shift and loses the habit for devouring small creatures, developing a taste for the fair's receptions, especially the funnel cake for his sweet-tooth.
Goals: To guide unsuspecting victims back to the fiery chasm of the Gnelskin, to find a way to manifest and open the doorway between realms, to cause mayhem, to collect gems and rarities through trade of his service, to understand the purpose of life, to fulfill a hole Hardigan senses that was never filled.
The Jester's Character Sheet
First, thou laugh the hardest then thou go delirious. The rest comes easy.
First, thou laugh the hardest then thou go delirious. The rest comes easy.
Name: Hardigan
Race/Nationality: Gnelskin, the Tainted Race, known for their translucent skin and tar-black veins. Carnivorous and the warring type, they mold into dark classes such as the Sorcerers, the Jesters, and the Voyagers. But some who can't help their monstrous appearance become Trolls that guard the cavern entrances. They emit a dark, magical vibe as if they have seen and come to love all darkness, but their weakness is entrancing music. /// Gnelsium, a volcanic archipelago in the southeastern part of the Fairie Realm, known for its perilous fissures, eruptions, and savages that worship their shadows. Their Jesters are their diplomatic representatives, neither malicious nor righteous.
Gender: Male.
Age: 700-Years, but Hardigan claims to remember aeons.
Appearance: Spidery fingers with bloodied nails. Bald with an enormous forehead with bulging and fiery orange eyes. The translucent, pale skin acts as a shower curtain that hangs off his strangely-structured bones (with the thorns jut from his hips, shoulders, and ankles) and wiry, black veins. The infamous Cheshire cat grin. Elegant, gothic make-up involving heavy eyeliner and blue-violet lipstick.
The caps of the Jester's leather hat are embellished with small claws, fangs, and chipped crystal, and attached to the hat is a small black mask with jagged eyeholes and fastenings around the neck to hold it in place. Wears layers of tethered and ravaged leather vests, dyed completely black with thin, weaving stripes of violet, and black pinstripe trousers with tap shoes that curl up like thorns. Black silky gloves.
Belongings: A long, thorny sceptre with two crystal balls at both fanged mouths, used to symbolize status among the Anointed Ones in Gnelsium, but can be used as a weapon for close-range combat. Also can be used in moon-lighting rituals to summon small trolls to his will, but since when night falls, he is sent back to the fairie realm, the fair never witnesses his monstrous potential.
A black silk bag to contain all his collection of shiny trinkets. Sometimes reveals the clingy human self in him.
Personality: Witty and cryptic with words, Hardigan ranks high in intelligence and self-control. It is no surprise he is eccentric and that he is fascinated with morbidness. Always offers a helping hand... for a price, and will step up when challenged to a game. Bipolar, apathetic, and secretive, Hardigan usually seems up to something diabolical.
Attracted to music or musicians, gems, and drama. Dislikes trying new things in this non-magical realm, but upon staying for a while, Hardigan takes a paradigm shift and loses the habit for devouring small creatures, developing a taste for the fair's receptions, especially the funnel cake for his sweet-tooth.
Goals: To guide unsuspecting victims back to the fiery chasm of the Gnelskin, to find a way to manifest and open the doorway between realms, to cause mayhem, to collect gems and rarities through trade of his service, to understand the purpose of life, to fulfill a hole Hardigan senses that was never filled.
jackariah- Mist
- Join date : 2010-03-10
Posts : 46
Age : 34
Location : Texas
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