The Decendants OOC

[LunarScorpio]

I came up with this plot a looooong time ago. I just wanted to see if anyone would be interested in joining in on it here or not. I’ve attempted it a few times, but fell a part because people didn’t stay committed and randomly left. So, here it goes, hopefully there will be a few people interested.

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Plot:

It had been many years since the last war between good and evil had broken out. The Gods had been keeping evil under control for the past centuries, but what happens when the God’s powers began to become dormant as they’re passed down to the next generation? Though the God’s are not the only ones with descendants--the evil power has also been passed down to the next generations, but considering their long life spans; their powers have not been made dormant. The evil power was simply waiting for the right opportunity to strike. Now it is the Shadow’s turn to take control of the power which has been granted to him.

The year is 2010 and those who hold the power are being called upon to save the Earth from evil once more. There is only one descendant who still has their powers fully intact and it is The Collector’s duty to gather the remaining descendants together using the power of persuasion. It has and always will be their obligation to protect the planet in any way possible--with or without their necklaces--even if it means losing their own lives. The time has come and they must fight, whether they’re ready or not.

With the help of their charmed necklaces--each resembling their powers--will unleash their inner powers and help each of them wield them. Without the necklaces, it is unknown what would happen to their powers, but if it were to occur the results may be disastrous. Their first quest shall be to locate the necklace which can only be touched by its rightful owner, hence why the Collector, who knows their location, could not retrieve them on his/her own. But it will be a difficult journey none the less; will they be up to it? And if and when they obtain their powers, will they be able to defeat the evil forces which have descended down onto the Earth?

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Characters:

The Descendants

The Collector: The Collector is the only descendant whose powers have always been with him. He has the power of precognition which gives them the ability to predict future events; however, the powers are limited. He can only see the outcome of a decision once it is made, the issue being people can change their minds, and therefore the premonition can be altered or inaccurate at times. He is also what is known as a ‘Touch Know’, meaning he can touch an object and see memories that are connected to it. The Collector also has the power of persuasion, meaning he has the ability to force others to obey their spoken command, though it will not work on the strong willed. He also has the ability of creating psychic weapons which means he can create a weapon of psychic energy that can harm mentally and not physically. He is also very accurate when it comes to the use of weaponry. Finally, the Collector is very agile, making it easy for him to move around quickly. -- Taken by CyB3r PuNk

The Interpreter: The Interpreter has the ability to read, manipulate, and speak in other’s minds. Along with Mind control, he also has the ability to speak in different languages, even those unknown to man, which includes but doesn’t limit to speaking to animals. The Interpreter also has the power of telekinesis, which allows him to move objects with his mind. Also, he has the ability to view and associate with spirits of the deceased. Finally, The Interpreter has the ability to see clearly in the darkness and to magnify his vision. -- Taken by Regicidal

Light Hearted: The Light Hearted has the ability to blind people with her inner light. She also has the ability to bend the sunlight and gather its energy into an orb, which can be used as a weapon or as a simple flashlight. She can also summon a bow and arrows of golden light from within. He/she also has the ability to regenerate her body parts if they are say, chopped off or something to that extent. She also has the ability to phase threw solid objects The Light Hearted also has the ability to heal the wounds of others and herself. There have been myths stating that the Light Hearted can also bring people back from the dead, but that is just a myth, or is it? -- Taken by Lara

The Quick: The Quick, of course, has the ability to move at a very rapid speed. No one is quite sure how fast she can run, considering no one’s ever been able to clock her. Along with super speed, the Quick also has the ability to imitate abilities possessed by animals without shape-shifting into one. The Quick can gain abilities of different animals, to put it simply. The Quick also has the ability to phase. Finally, The Quick has the ability to stretch, deform, expand, and contract her body making her very flexible. --Taken by Inerio

The Genie: The Genie has the ability to grant not only wishes of others, but also her own wishes, however not all of the wishes can’t be granted such as bringing someone back from the dead, killing people, taking others powers away from them, making people fall in love, or of course wishing for more wishes. Others of course only get three wishes when it’s their turn, unlike herself who can grant as many of her own wishes as she wants. Also, just because she (or anyone else) wishes something, that doesn’t mean it will always come true, and her granted wishes don’t always last--if she were to wish for the use of someone else’s power, it may or may not stay as long as it’s wanted or needed. In a nut shell, she can make dreams or nightmares come true. It is also up to her as to whether or not she grants someone's wish. She also has the ability to create force fields around herself and those around her. -- Taken by LunarScorpio

The Alchemist: The Alchemist has the ability to use elemental transmutation (think Full Metal Alchemist). Also, he has the ability to cause earthquakes, levitate, and reshape Earth components. The Alchemist has the power of super strength as well. Naturally, this person is also very good at science, chemistry especially. The Alchemist can also talk with plant life considering how close he is to the Earth and its components. And finally the Alchemist has the ability to weigh gravity down on people around him/her, and of course bring it back to normal.

The Villians

The Shadow (M): The Shadow has the ability to manipulate the darkness and manipulate dark energy. He also has the ability to manipulate energy and generate forces such as electricity. He also has the ability to summon beings for assistance and to animate and control the dead. He also knows how to use dark magic without the use of a wand or any other magical item. He is able to use spells without speaking them. -- Taken by Seer

The Assassin (F): The Assassin had the ability to create and control fire using the power of the mind. She can generate fire from out of nowhere, with just a flick of the wrist or a snap of her fingers. She also has the ability to create and direct lightning, even without a storm. The Assassin has the ability to morph into different people that she has touched (Think X-men's Mystique). She is also a very seductive woman, who has the ability of seducing those around her. It comes in handy when she’s trying to get what she wants. If you were wondering who exactly the Assassin assists and whether or not she is good or evil, this girl is pure evil and assists the one and only Shadow. --Taken by Inerio

Necklaces

The Collector and The All Seeing Eye

The Interpreter and The Claddagh

The Light Hearted and The Sun

The Quick and The Cheetah

The Genie and Her Bottle

The Alchemist and His Symbol

The Shadow and His Black Diamond

The Assassin and Her Fire Dragon

"The Descendant Pull"

I wasn’t going to bring this back, but after much though, I didn’t think the Descendants would be the same without it. So, let me explain exactly what the Descendant’s Pull is and who has what ability.

The Descendant’s Pull does NOT require a necklace. This is a small ability that each of the Descendants have always had with them, but because they have never met they’ve never been “activated” so to speak. These “Pulls” as I’ve always called them, will slowly develop over time, and each Descendant will have to learn how to control them. Of course, each have a limit to them. Say one person out of the whole group is 1,000 miles away; they will not be able to use their abilities on this person. They have a 200 mile radius to be able to use them. If you have any more questions, please ask either in the thread or send a PM my way. It can be a little confusing.

The Genie: Her ability is to feel and identify all of the Descendants’ presence. It’s as if an invisible line is connected between her and each of the Descendants, but they each have a specific feel to them so she will be able to tell who’s “line” belongs to whom.

The Light Hearted: Has the ability to feel any emotional pain a Descendant may be in. She will not always feel the emotional pain of others, nor will she be able to control it right off the bat when she discovers it.

The Quick: Is able to say whatever another Descendant says. She’ll say something at the same time as the other Descendant (a jinx effect) even if she isn’t near that Descendant. This does not happen constantly, nor will she have control over it when she first discovers she has the ability.

The Interpreter: Is able to see whatever another Descendant sees. This does not require him to close his eyes, sometimes images just appear. This will not always work and he will not be able to have it under control at first.

The Alchemist: Has the ability to feel any physical pain that a Descendant may experience. He will not be able to control this, it will happen every now and then. He will have to learn how to control it, though it will be difficult and probably impossible if a Descendant is in excruciating pain.

*The Collector doesn't have a pull. I could never think of one for that character because that's the only character who's always had the necklace and his powers. So, if you think of one I'd love to hear it.

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Character Sheet:

Descendant:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Weapons: (Please only 2 and description of what they look like)

Personality:

Physical Description:

Background:

Code:

[b]Descendant:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Weapons:[/b] (Please only 2 and description of what they look like)

[b]Personality:[/b]

[b]Physical Description:[/b]

[b]Background:[/b]

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Profiles:

The Genie - Serenity Brant
The Collector - Jericho Baal
The Shadow - Domanick Baron
The Assassin - Azucena Plateado
The Quick - Feemalie "Dingo" Johnston
The Interpreter - Isaak Tolsen
The Alchemist - Jean-Baptiste du Périphéries

[[Soma]]

The Collector: The Collector is the only descendant whose powers have always been with him. He has the power of precognition which gives them the ability to predict future events; however, the powers are limited. He can only see the outcome of a decision once it is made, the issue being people can change their minds, and therefore the premonition can be altered or inaccurate at times. He is also what is known as a ‘Touch Know’, meaning he can touch an object and see memories that are connected to it. The Collector also has the power of persuasion, meaning he has the ability to force others to obey their spoken command, though it will not work on the strong willed. He also has the ability of creating psychic weapons which means he can create a weapon of psychic energy that can harm mentally and not physically. He is also very accurate when it comes to the use of weaponry. Finally, the Collector is very agile, making it easy for him to move around quickly. -- May be taken

I will join, also I would like to be the Collector.

[LunarScorpio]

Thank you for showing interest; however, like the note after the description of the Collector states, that position may already be taken. I'm waiting for someone to come back from vacation to double check with them. But I will keep you updated.

[Regicidal]

This kind of sounds like a fantastic four, x-men, and captain planet crossbreed. But that's just me being a smartass.

Sounds like fun.

Sign me up for the Interpreter.

[[Soma]]

So when are you going to start this?

[LunarScorpio]

Sorry, was busy this week. I don't think the person that may have been the collector is going to be participating. And I would like to get the characters before it actually starts.

[Lara]

I really do like this plotline, I've been staring at the idea for The Light Hearted for a while. I I think I'd be interested in playing her if/when this roleplay finally starts up.

[LunarScorpio]

Awesome, happy to have you, Lara! Even if we don't get all of the Descendants, at least we need the Shadow character.

[Seer]

Hello everyone! I wouldn't mind playing the Shadow. I am new to the site, so if I mess up something, please point me into the right directions ^^.

[Inerio]

I've been hovering around this thread for a bit (like a large floating piece of lint). Anyway, I want to be the Assassin. No one has snatched her up yet, so I'm taking it upon myself to do so. If that's alright with you Lunar.

[LunarScorpio]

Welcome aboard you two! Since we have pretty much everyone save for a few Descendants, I'll move this thread to the OOC and put a character sheet up in the first post so you guys can get started!

[[Soma]]

I still want to be the collector!

[LunarScorpio]

I have it marked as taken, no worries, lol. You guys can start on your profiles, I'm going to post my either later tonight or tomorrow.

[[Soma]]

Descendant:The Collector
Name:Jericho Baal
Age:23
Gender:male
Weapons:Shikomizue ("prepared cane") is a Japanese concealed sword disguised as a cane or walking stick, similar to the sword stick.

Personality:Jericho is a man of many faces, and these faces can change within a blink of the eye from the happy-go-lucky, funny guy to the super serious, don't-mess-with-me man.

Physical Description:Height: 183cm
Weight: 69kg
Eyes:Blue
Samue
A loose-fitting cotton kimono-style top and trouser set. The Samue has been worn for centuries by artisans and priests. Being light-weight, they are ideal for lounging about.
Haori
The Kanji He wears over his Samue a Haori, or a mid-length light coat.
Geta
He wears his raised sandals, or Geta sandals, which go click-clack as he walks.
Hat
Green with white stripes (or white with green stripes, whatever), this hat resembles a party hat of sorts. By wearing this hat, a shadow is cast upon his eyes, making him seem a bit scary because of one's inability to see his eyes, which are a vital way of sensing what another is feeling.


Background:My name is Jericho Baal.
I am a wander of sorts, a lost soul as you would.

Life began in a blinding light for me, or like the same way we all came to this material world.
I was born and raised in Ireland, in a city name Dublin. As a child I was sent to a catholic school for boys, this is where I learned to do simple things. School was easy, the simple things in life I was shown. Like fighting other boys, sneaking out of school to get my first kiss. Who was my first kiss, well her name was Basia Cossel. She was a interesting girl in grade school, always running around and teasing us boys. It was almost like a nightmare, a unrealistic dream.

My High School years where just as fun, driving around in my 1949 Chevrolet truck. It had two seats in the cab, and had a large bed in the back. I would take off from the middle of the school and pick my darling girlfriend up. Remember that girl named Basia, well yea we ended up in a relationship in High School. I took her every where, from the city to the shoreline. We where inseparable, or so we thought. I trust in you the readers to keep my life story a hidden secret as I continue this story.

It was a Friday night, and Mick and Janet had gotten a hold of a keg. We where on our way to meet them at hangars cave, when we where pulled over by the police sergeant. His name is Johnny, he is Basia dad and he doesn't like me at all. As I sat in the drivers seat I awaited the sergeant to approach my vehicle. Like all cops he walked up to us on my side and at a steady pace. His right hand was on his gun, Johnny looked mad.I won't get into details but there was a quarrel and some one was dumped in to the ocean. Now I'm seen as a shadow or a ghost, you pick which one I am to you.

I am rarely seen these days, I travel alone usually, but now I am looking for the Descendants. This is their story now, they are the real reason why I exist and is allowed to mingle the parasitic lifestyle I have.
I have always had these unique abilities, of talking my way out of stuff, and at times I see into the future which seems totally bogus to a normal person. But with these powers, I will find the ones that are meant to do some thing of great importance.

[LunarScorpio]

Descendant: The Genie
Name: Serenity Annabella Brant
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Weapons: A dual-bladed twin sword. When encased, it looks like a regular black baton, in which one would twirl during a football game’s half time show. On each of the silver blades there is a design of the moon in black. I’m not sure how the design got on there, but when I laid eyes on the sword I fell in love with it.

Personality:

I like to think that I’m a relatively laid back person, at least for the most part. I try not to worry too much about too much, but I must admit that it happens from time to time. And it doesn’t help that in some situations I’m quite the perfectionist--especially when it comes to something I’m trying to write. When I write, I want everything to be perfect at least in my eyes and I often find myself rewriting or redoing things until I think it’s perfect. But also, it’s a bit of a problem that I can also be a procrastinator from time to time. The issue usually shows when I’m trying to write a paper for school at last minute. I always find myself getting easily frustrated with myself for doing so, but I never seem to learn my lesson. But school work isn’t the only thing that I find myself worrying about from time to time.

I am a very protective person when it comes to my friends and family. I will do whatever I can to help them when I can. I’d rather die than to see them in pain or sorrow. So, when someone hurts my friends or family, even if that means that they have simply said something that I didn’t like, I’ll more than likely fight for their honor. I have a big heart, always forgiving those who have hurt me, but that doesn’t mean that I trust them. You should know that it’s generally a difficult task to gain my trust. I’ve been hurt in the past and I’d rather avoid getting hurt again at all costs. I like to get close to people, maybe too close, which in the end can also cause me to become jealous when others try to, seemingly, take them away from me. I know no one’s actually trying to take my friends away, but that’s how it often feels for some reason. It’s just something I have to get over and I swear I’ve been working on it.

Something that everyone should probably know about me is this: I have a bad temper. I don’t know what it is, but when I get mad it’s really bad. I don’t have complete control over it, but I think I have a good grasp on it. It’s not like if someone is doing something like tapping a pen against a desk that will set me off. It’ll take more than that to set me off, like making fun of my friends or family. Though, that doesn’t mean that I don’t, at times, get agitated easily when someone is doing something that I find annoying. Tapping a pen may not anger me to the fullest extent, but it will get on my last nerve. I also am not a fan of loud noises, hence why I loathe clowns. I have sensitive hearing so I really can’t stand loud and high pitched noises. It just cuts right through me and has actually left me crumpled in a ball with my hands held to my ears. But don’t think I won’t tell you when you’re annoying me. I can be a very blunt and straight to the point type of person.

All in all I’m a pretty funny, at least I think so, and friendly person. I’m also intelligent, though nowhere near as intelligent as my elder brother. I like to observe people and things, seeing the world a bit closer than others, at least in my opinion. I take notice to a lot of things that other seems to look over, whether it be a mannerism of someone or a flower that’s out of place. Well, seeing something out of place probably has something to do with my OCPD, obsessive compulsive personality disorder, which shouldn’t be confused with OCD. I just like to have things in a certain order and if they’re not in that order I have to correct them. No big deal really, it takes all of two seconds, plus it is convenient when looking for something. That’s why I hate cleaning, especially my room. It puts things in a different order that I need to learn when I’d rather just have it the same way at all times.

A few final details about me would have to be that a stubborn yet determined person. I’m always striving to succeed, especially when I’m passionate about it. My determination often keeps me going, especially when studying to late hours into the night. My stubbornness can actually cause a few problems. I always stick to my guns when it comes to what I think is right, even if it’s wrong to someone else. Being a quick thinker can help when I’m caught up in some sort of argument because of my stubbornness, but I really try to hear someone’s opinion before opening my mouth. I’ll listen to a point, but if I think you’re completely wrong I’ll fight with you until I prove that I’m right. It also doesn’t help that I start ignoring people when they try to fight with me, especially when they tell me to get out of their face. I’ve started a fight or two that way, but I’ve always won in the end anyway. Either way, I think I’m pretty “normal”, unique in some ways as well though. I like who I am and I guess what really matters in the end.

Physical Description:
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 120 lbs.
Eyes: Chocolate Brown
Hair: Curly dark brown hair that almost looks black
Skin-tone: Malato
Other: Serenity is half black (from her father) and half white (from her mother), her skin color varies depending on the current season.

Background:

I was born in the early morning, late October, in the state of Pennsylvania. I’ve been informed that the moon had been high in the sky, in its crescent form, which at times makes believe that is the reason why I am obsessed with it. My mother had given birth to me in the hospital with a lovely view of the sky. They say the moon was the first thing I laid my eyes on besides for my mother and elder brother. You may be wondering where my father was during the time of my birth, well so would I. I’m not saying that I don’t know who my father is because I do, I’ve met him and spent time with him, but he wasn’t there for my birth. He was probably out at a strip club or at home watching television or even fast asleep in his nice warm bed while my mother screamed and pushed throughout the night. I hadn’t found out any of this information until I grew old enough to understand my father and his on goings.

Needless to say, my childhood was a little off. My parents had divorced after I was born but remained in the same house as one another for quite some time. Perhaps it was because they didn’t want me to know that they weren’t together anymore, maybe so I wouldn’t blame it on myself. But that didn’t help; in the end I blamed myself anyway, though in reality it really wasn’t any fault of mine. I hadn’t done anything after all, I had been born and lived a normal childhood, that was about it. So, I lived with my divorced parents and older brother until I hate the age of thirteen when my mother found a new man. But I’ll get to that in a moment. First let me backtrack and tell you about my immediate family.

I don’t know too much information about my father. I’ve talked to him from time to time and we’ve spent some time with one another, but nothing significant enough that I actually know his life story. I mostly know what my mother and brother have told me about him. But what I do know about him is that he’s blunt. He’ll tell you straight out how he feels about you and what you’re doing. He constantly told me that I was getting heavier even though I hadn’t gained an ounce. It’s a surprise that I didn’t lack confidence after getting told every day that I was getting heavier and that what I wanted to be when I grew up, a psychologist was a horrible career choice. Then again he doesn’t like doctors or anything of the sort, so I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised when he told me that I should stop wasting my time and that I should pick a new career choice. He did the same thing to my brother as a matter of fact.

My brother is the genius of the family. He always has the answers and it’s never a good thing to underestimate him. He’s a husky guy whose strength is superior to my own, so it’s best not to oppose him--not that he’s ever laid a hand on me other than in a joking manner. Zell’s my go to guy, if I have a question or need help with a school project he’s always there. He has a big heart and will do whatever he can to help a friend or family member in need. That was one thing, not only him but my mother as well, has taught me. If someone you care about is in trouble you should do anything within your power to help them. I think that’s why I put my friends and families’ feelings before my own. Either way, I love my brother dearly and though he doesn’t always show it I know he loves me back and would do anything for me, just like my mother.

She is a wonderful woman who would jump in front a bullet for either of her children. My mother is always there for me and my brother, supporting each of us in any way that she can. My father never really worked for anyone besides for my uncle and the money he got he often spent playing poker with his friends or on something else. But my mother worked to support us, taking up as much overtime as she possibly could to make sure we could get new clothes for school and that we were able to have food in our tummies. While my mother would work, my father would go out and eventually ended up cheating on her. I later found out that he had cheated on her a few times before even my brother was born. They had divorced officially when I was about three or four, but my mother and I, like I said before, didn’t move out until I was the age of thirteen.

My mother met a new man, Barry. At first, my brother and I got along with him well, but as time went on I began to felt as if Barry was taking my mother away from me. I suppose that’s when I began to act out. I didn’t like him “stealing” my mother away, leaving me home alone while my brother was out with his friends and my father was out doing something that I’d rather not know about. Either way, I started feeling vengeful and angry; it was probably around the time that I figured out that I had a bad temper. At my mother and Barry’s wedding I was the Maid of Honor, by then I was about fourteen years old. I walked down the aisle, not smile in sight. Anger pulsed through my veins with every step I took. Needless to say, I wasn’t happy when my mother and I moved into a new house with Barry.

I didn’t want to live with my father, for obvious reasons. But my brother was a creature of habit and continued living their while attending college, studying to become a computer engineer. I wasn’t exactly the most well behaved teenager; I often did things just to tick Barry off purposely. I was angry and instead of taking it out on people at school, I took it out on him. I swear he probably thought I was the devil’s incarnate from the way I acted. I slammed doors in the early morning before leaving for school after he had worked all night and messed with his things when I was bored. Yes, I was a bitch and probably still am. Either way, they ended up splitting up in the end and I was happy. I think my mother’s happier now as well, he was a momma’s boy anyway. Not worth my mother’s time in my opinion.

After he left, life went on normally. I attended school and received good grades, though they could never compare to my genius of a brother. When high school rolled around I made a new friend who ended up moving in with my mother and me. Big mistake to say the least. Everything was going fine in the beginning, we got along well and he was like a second brother to me. But I’m not going to go into that; I don’t like to talk about what happened in that period of time. Needless to say he didn’t stay with us that long and it was better when he left. Life went back to normal and I was happy that I was free of him. He was lower than scum and I know that now, though I--partially--forgive him for what he did. Yes, thinking with your heart can be a pain in the ass to deal with from time to time. I like to think swinging my dual-bladed twin sword around helped relieve the stress and anger I had accumulated over the time spent with him. That’s right, I am in possession of a dual-bladed twin sword and I’m actually pretty good at using it.

It was then, after he had left and I had gotten my sword, that I began to read fantasy books, loosing myself in different worlds. I always felt that I belonged somewhere else, doing something new and different with my life. But no, I grew up a normal teenager with a few close friends and relatively happy. Nothing really exciting happened, except for the occasion argument with peers which I like to think that I always won, and being accepted into college. I’ve begun going to college, studying psychology, always wanting to learn more about the human mind and how people operate. I’ve stopped talking to people about my fantasy worlds especially considering I’d rather not look like a loony in front of my peers. I keep it in the back of my mind however. While at home, I allow myself to get lost in the stories, day dreaming of what’s out there for me. If only my dreams would become reality.

[Inerio]

::Raises Hand::
I can has question!!! : O Durrr. :b

One, this is 2010? Is it a modern world? Or more fantasy geared? Because somehow I think swords would fit much nicer in a more fantasy world.

Two, how many characters can you have? Being the villain gets lonely. D:

[[Soma]]

LunarScorpio I just fell in love with you! I thought I was the only one who does first person, now I have a new friend!

[LunarScorpio]

Yeah, it’s set in 2010, in the modern world. This group is the only group with any sort of powers (at least that they know of), giving it a fantasy feel. You can have whatever type of weapons that you want, essentially.

You can have more than one character since it seems no one else is biting at the last two Descendants.

Lol, well, I actually don’t write IC in first person. I just like to write my profiles in first person. I did try it once though and then after that I kept switching between first and third person, lol. So, now I mostly stick to third.

[Inerio]

I'm taking the Quick then.

Oh, and my characters are eccentric. So, expect a cross dresser or a lesbian or someone with some odd mental illness. >> Just a warning. I don't want to make an alcohol floozy of an assassin and then find out she's unacceptable.

[LunarScorpio]

I'm fine with that. It'll make it more interesting, lol.

[Seer]

Descendant: Shadow
Name: Domanick Baron
Age: 21
Gender: male
Weapons: Domanick carries a long dagger made of silver. The hilt of the dagger is engraved with silver hawk. Its wings are spread wide and in its eyes are two red rubies. The blade itself is stainless steal. His main weapon however is something his calls the Shadow blade. The hilt of the sword is decorated with a dragon holding a black jewel and the actual blade is jet black with the inscription: Shadow. It was passed down to him from his masters before him.

Personality: When he was young, Domanick did have a kind heart but that was quickly snatched away by his mentors. In its place, his heart has become as cold and empty as stone. He likes to surround himself in treasure, but has no real obsession over it. If things managed to break or disappear, he would just shrug it off and get something else to take its place or just dismiss the fact that its gone. The only object he fancies is his Shadow sword.

If someone dared to steal it or even touch it, that person would rue the day they were born. He would torture the soul before killing him for his crime. He guards it well so no one has even fathomed the idea of stealing it. No matter where he goes, that blade is always at his side and gleaming in the darkness.

Towards the people around him, he is cold and indifferent. He craves nothing more than revenge on the Decendents that had betrayed his predicesors and wont let anyone get in his way. He will not stand for disobediance and if someone dares disobey his order, they wont live another day to apologize for it.

He will not surround himself with idiots or fools. Those who are close to him share his goal of world domination and destruction. He yearns chaos and awaits for his plans to unfold before the world. Secretly however, he does wish he had someone close to share his thoughts and frustrations with. He could have as many women in his bed as he wished, but he wants an actual companion. This, he will never admit.

Physical Description: His hair is jet black and cut short at the base of his neck. His bangs caress his pale face and often find themselves in his blue grey eyes. He stands tall at 6'4 with a warrior's lean and muscular body. He weighs about 200 Ibs.

Background: Domanick was born into the world of darkness without a choice. His father was the former Shadow and his mother was his father's right hand; the assassin. From the very beinning his parents cultured him to harber hate for the other decendents and bring destruction upon the world which they hadn't bee able to complete.

They rid him of his childly innocents with blood. Domanick had tried to shy away from it, but that did not last long under his father's hand. His father trained him how to fight until his son defeated him. Then he was handed off to his mother who taught him the arts of the shadow and poisons. by the age of thirteen, he was a master.

From then on they taught him how to evolve his mind to be a great leader in this new era and how to plan the fall of the others. If he ever slacked off from his duty or went off day dreaming, his parents would beat him till he bled and he has the scars to prove it. From each beating, any love he had left in his heart diminished completely. He numbed himself from pain and surrounded himself with hate.

At the age of eighteen came his final test; to kill his father and take his place as the new Shadow. They fought and he won. He drove his sword through his father's heart without a second thought. They had succeded in ripping his sould apart. Once he had finished with his father, he turned on his mother who had aided in the fight against him. She too fell to his blade.

Now he sits on his throne with new people around him, hand picked for their duties. Just like his father, his assassin is his right hand woman. If anything, he confides in her his plans with the utmost trust. She is the only one he would trust with his life.

[LunarScorpio]

Nice, Seer! I added your profile to the first post. ^^

[Seer]

Thanks ^^

[Inerio]

Descendant: Assassin
Name: Azucena Plateado
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Weapons: Azucena, for the most part, uses her powers. However, she's also makes good use of her pistol. It's a standard black hand gun, nothing too substantial. She only uses it when she thinks she's sure to loose. Her other weapon is an ornate dagger, which is three feet in length.

Personality: Azucena is an outwardly charming young woman. She's got a good joke at the appropriate times and words of wisdom for those who seek it. However, what lies beneath a pretty surface is rather ugly. She's a drinker and a chain smoker, unable to go a day without either of her vices. Should she be deprived she gets testy. Azucena is also garishly spoiled, meaning that if she doesn't get her way she'll take it on whatever may be around.

Physical Description: Azucena has a body one would expect from a Latin woman, being small to boot. She stands at a tiny five foot three, granted she's five foot six in her standard three inch heels. Her hair is long and brown, falling in loose curls around her mid back with choppy bangs brushing her brow. Her eyes are a dark shade of green, which could be considered hazel, and seem to give away her bad intentions. For, just behind the seemingly innocent glint of a mischievous young woman is the deeper sign of a hidden evil. Her lips, more often times than not, are pulled into a smug smirk on her heart shaped face. Azucena has tanned skin, which is more of a bronze than a brown due to time spent in tanning salons and generous amounts of makeup. No one is sure just how much Azucena weighs, but its clear that she's goes to almost dangerous lengths to keep herself thin.

Background: Azucena came from a rich family. Her mother gave birth to her during a business trip in Italy. So, she was at a time technically Italian. However, she was brought to California and raised there. At the age of eleven her parents were divorced, which didn't effect her as negatively as one would think. During her years living at home she made it a point to make sure her parents never remarried.

This wasn't out of love for her own family. It was out of greed. If her parents never got married, they would never have any other children. Which meant that she would never have to deal with another kid stealing away her inheritance. Other than being obscenely rich, Azucena's life was rather boring. Granted, every now and then the occasional odd encounter with fire would startle Azucena and the people she happened to be around at the time.

It was at the age of nineteen that Azucena was found by Domanick. He'd told her about the Descendants, and of other magic mumbo jumbo. Needless to say Azucena brushed this off as the ramblings of a crazy man. However, he'd managed to open her eyes to her powers. Which, was quite empowering for Azucena. In a way, he'd created a monster, which was probably just what he was looking to do. At the age of twenty Azucena murdered her parents in the guise of their personal assistants, thus inheriting their fortunes simultaneously.


Descendant: The Quick
Name: Feemalie "Dingo" Johnston
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Weapons: I use brass knuckles. I've always been a bit of a street fighter, and I figure brass knuckles come in handy. Not to mention they hurt like a bitch. Have you ever been punched by brass knuckles? For the most part though, I just use whatever happens to be around.

Personality: My personality huh? Why are you asking me? How could I even describe that to you? Eh, well, I guess I'm a sarcastic ass at times. I can't help it, it's me. I don't usually tolerate stupidity, meaning those who lack the rare trait that is common sense tend to get on my nerves. Sometimes I have a big sister complex, even with those older than me. I'm less simple than I pretend to be, but no one likes some twit that tries to make themselves come off as all deep and depressed.

Physical Description: I'm kind of tall I guess, I'm five foot six. My body isn't all that impressive.. Well, by my standards. See, I look more like a girl than I'd like to. Hell, I'd rather be a man. My hair is a dirty blonde, and chopped into a short hair style near my cheek bones. I also have a few freckles spotting around the bridge of my nose, shoulders, and thighs. My eyes are a boring shade of dark brown. I think that when you combine all these traits I've got a bit of a boyish charm, in that blonde Peter Pan sort of way. I dress attire that consists of skinny jeans and loose fitting dress like shirts. You know, that whole urban chic thing.

Background: You want to know about me? Really? Well, take a seat, its quite a story.

I was the type of child who have let herself be kidnapped just for the thrill. Sure, growing up in New York city was exciting. Still, this only led my over protective grandmother to do whatever she could to keep me inside. Apparently I was a quick child. I'd skipped crawling and went straight to walking, often trying my very best to get out of the sights of my dismayed grandmother. Where are my parents in this picture you ask? Well, one is in Phoenix Arizona. He's an artist, my dad, and a good one at that. He didn't want to leave, but the job was a once in a lifetime opportunity. My mom, well, I don't know. My grandmother tells me she's dead, but I doubt that's true. She's my father's mother, and I've never met my other grandmother. I'd think, or at least hope, my mother's mother would have wanted to see me. Though, she could be deceased too.

As I got older, my grandmother wanted to see less of me. I think that's because I started to resemble my mother. She didn't love me any less, but every now and then she'd sigh and say "You have your mother in you all right." So, with the new found freedom I'd walk my backside down to the play grounds to play with the other kids. Back then the rich kids went to public school too, probably so that mommy and daddy could let them have a taste of the real world. It was obvious to tell who the bullies were. The really rich kids and the really poor kids. I got along better with the latter. I used to get teased for my name, Feemali. It isn't a real name, I knew that.

When I was thirteen dad's project made it big. We had enough money to ship me off to one of those hoity toity junior high schools. You know, the type where kids were navy blue sweater vests with pleated pants or skirts. I met my best friend Victoria there. She was the preppy type, the kind that you were lucky if she gave you the time of day. And she chose me, of all people, to be her best friend. She was a kind girl, she didn't like the crowd she'd fallen into. Sadly, due to being guilty by association, she couldn't just up and leave. Most people had deemed her as a bitch anyway.

Needless to say, coming from humble beginnings, I got teased. I remember the day I got my nickname, Dingo, quite clearly. These boys who probably had a hard on for Victoria were mad at me, for I was a cock blocker, and began pushing me around in the hall.

"Bitch, you're just jealous cause none of us wants you."

"You've got a lot of never walking around like you own this place you dog."

"What's your name anyway? Femali? That's not a real name. Why don't you get a real name?"

To which I said, "My name is Dingo, and you better be careful because I go for the throat!" And subsequently caught the kid's throat in the crook of my elbow and then high tailed it out of there. They never caught me, if there's one thing I'm good at it's running away. My high school years were like that, I was always running from something. Be it my feelings for Victoria, the cops, or my eerie resemblance to my mother. I got into drugs, and my grades dropped. I'm paying for that now in the crappy little community college.

Me now, I'm different. I haven't got a damn thing to prove to anyone any more. I don't have to, there isn't any need. I'm working as a dancer in some shitty little club down the block from my day job as a waitress. I'm working two jobs to pay for college, because it costs more than you'd like to acknowledge really. Plus, I'm living by myself. Dad said he'd have payed for my apartment had I asked. But, I'd rather not feel like some powdered ass brat who's daddy pays for everything. Things are going well though, I'm not a druggie anymore, and my grades aren't below average. So, all in all I've got nothing to complain about.


I stated that Azucena and Domanick already know one another simply because it seemed to make sense to me. If they don't, I'll correct it.

[Regicidal]

Ahh. I run off for a weekend and everything goes into profile mode on me..

Writing one up now.

Sorry for the delay.

[LunarScorpio]

The profiles are looking good guys, keep 'em comin'!

Haha, no problem, Reg, we only just started putting up profiles.

[[Soma]]

is every one going to to do first person in their bio's?

[Regicidal]

It doesn't look like it. And I'm simply not comfortable writing first person.

[Regicidal]

Descendant: The Interpreter

Name: Isaak Tolsen

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Weapons: Isaak carries a six inch Italian Stiletto in his pocket most of the time. Though, he is a licensed gun owner and never leaves the house without his Xd Compact concealed in a slim holster just inside his pants line.

Personality: Isaak can be easily described as an analytical prick (at least as far as his ex-girlfriends go). However like most people, there is much more than just what other people say.

For instance, he trusts nearly no one out of experience. Everyone he has ever trusted has stabbed him in the back after the third or fourth time he let something important fall into their -what he thought to be- capable arms; only to stand by and watch the most delicate things in his life shatter on the hard concrete floor. Because of these experiences, he questions everything, and spent many years of his life perfecting the ability to 'read people.' Mostly through body language, but in doing so he also found himself in tune with other senses that are difficult to describe beyond 'other energies.'

As for his ex-girlfriends, they all call him analytical because of the simple fact that he is just that. Isaak prefers to stand back and take an objective approach to anything presented before him. This fact almost makes him seem devoid of passion of any kind. His objective look at almost everything has been enough to disturb neighbors and friends that have tried to show him items or accomplishments they thought to be amazing, which they were, but in the long run in Isaak's eyes they were ultimately pointless and meager attempts at appeasing a short term yearning for something. Which leads to his temper...

His temper, anger threshold, whatever it needs to be called, is very large. Isaak was gifted with an impossibly long fuse after the age of twelve. However rather than just shouldering off everything that comes his way, his temper operates on a kind of bottle. Things go in, and don't come out. The bottle just slowly rises to the cap before the next poor bastard to add something to the collection bursts the seal. Only two people have ever seen that temper, and only one has the mental capacity to tell of it.

Physical Description: Isaak is by no means an exceptionally tall person, standing at a meager five feet, ten inches; six with shoes on, he carries himself on a lithe yet sinewy body just barely thick enough to keep him from looking lanky. His face is soft, with a strong chin and moderately sized nose. His hair is a true, almost white, wispy blond that hangs down to his shoulders, with bangs cut off at his chin and usually tucked behind his ears.

As for clothing, he dresses comfortably, not bothering with the newest and hippest fashions. He usually sticks with a multitude of colored cargo pants with loose legs but a fitted waistline, though he always wears a black leather belt on which his pistol holds. Black t-shirts cover his torso, occasionally changed out with white, whatever works with the short-sleeved unbuttoned shirt he wears over it. Thick black shoes that almost look like boots with the way the hems of his pants hang over them complete the ensemble.

Background: Foster parents, dozens of them. Those were the only people he knew to be caretakers from the time he was old enough to remember the person putting plates of food in front of him and providing a bed. Of course, his foster homes darted all across the States, meaning he never really got to attain a group of friends or a reputation with anyone until he was at least nine. That was when he found himself in what he was sure was someone's version of hell.

The Mother of the household, Jean, was the nicest woman he had ever met. She cared for Isaak and the three other children in the household. Her husband, however, was quite the opposite. It was as if fostering children was Jean's task, and it was Calvin's goal in life to constantly punish her for that choice. He never helped around the house, but was more than comfortable with treating the children of the house like maids to do his bidding. Calvin would holler and bark orders for the children to find the television remote when it was clearly sitting on the table across the room from Calvin's prized suede armchair. More than often, Isaak remembered clenching his fists in anger as he heard Jean's screams of pain when she was beaten for standing up to him. But no matter what the man said, she always treated the children of the house like her gifts from god.

For months after Isaak seemingly found his voice at age eleven, he argued constantly, getting into Calvin's face when he was yelled at and refusing to do his bidding. Isaak was often punched so hard he found himself rolling across the living room floor and staying still until he had recuperated or woken up after the blow. Calvin would hit any person who tried to help Isaak up. Things went one like this until Isaak turned twelve, and after what felt like a talk with Jean that seemed to take up the entire night, he had a new take on his temper. That getting under Calvin's skin was as simple as ignoring him rather than trying to get into a pissing contest with the biggest bladder in the region. After that, the years passed by without too much issue. Isaak simply took to taking a step back from the situation and looking over things in the long run with a knowing smirk that drove Calvin insane. A reaction most pleasing to Isaak. During this time, Isaak took to making sure he could handle the beatings Calvin so loved to give out. While in high school he used the gym excessively, toning and strengthening his muscles.

The first time his 'bottle' released, it was on the one person that deserved it. Isaak was sixteen, and had just seen Calvin hit Jean for absolutely no reason. He blocked the following scene of brutality from his mind forever, the only images of it coming from flashes in dreams. All he truly remembers is the resulting three years in juvenile detention, and that Calvin had been beaten into a coma with a golf club until the metal had wrapped around the man's skull. Isaak made sure to continue his work-out routine throughout his time behind bars.

After being released from prison (they transferred him at eighteen) at age twenty, he was no longer welcomed in his home, but took to living with roommates farther in L.A. while attending college. Four years later he left with a Masters in Psychology, and no friends. He took to being a referred psychologist for court cases, and was largely favored by Lawyers for his objective outlook on life. One thing that never changed was the satisfaction he received from knowing that he was in shape, and not becoming one of those slobs of psychologists that melted in their chairs. For the five years once he was out of prison, he trained in the arts of Jujitsu at a local dojo.

[Lara]

So I'm attempting to work on a profile now that I'm home. I have the general idea for what kind of character I want, as well as an outline of her history, but it's not coming out like I want it to. ): I'm still trying, though.

A couple of questions that have come to mind:

1. Are the villains considered descendants too? (This is geared mostly towards that 'descendant pull' you talked about.)
2. Are we looking for a specific age range? Like, were they all born around the same time (give or take a few years)?
3. Can the descendants be from anywhere in the world? Likewise, are they gathered at all around now (like, would one still be in, say, Ireland while another is in America, or would they all have somehow found their way to the US)?

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