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−	I started roleplaying at the age of 15... so those that had a look at my "hero-box" know I've been playing for 15 years now.<br>	+	I started roleplaying at the age of 15... so those that had a look at my "hero-box" know I've been playing for 17 years now.<br>
	I've been GM for a three year long group of ''MECHWARRIOR'' which still horrifies me when I look back. Call me pretentious or something but I think that fifteen year olds are '''not''' the best of Gamemasters. Still, we had so much fun that roleplaying never lost its appeal to me, and for '''that''' I am greatly thankful. Just don't ask about the three alien races I've made up in the poor ''MECHWARRIOR''-Universe or the plot's I have abused. I was young and needed the experience. (Not Experience-Points)<br><br>		I've been GM for a three year long group of ''MECHWARRIOR'' which still horrifies me when I look back. Call me pretentious or something but I think that fifteen year olds are '''not''' the best of Gamemasters. Still, we had so much fun that roleplaying never lost its appeal to me, and for '''that''' I am greatly thankful. Just don't ask about the three alien races I've made up in the poor ''MECHWARRIOR''-Universe or the plot's I have abused. I was young and needed the experience. (Not Experience-Points)<br><br>

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Why this page?

Indeed, why?!
So, basically I wanted to do a big list of my characters online so that people that MIGHT be happy with the way I roleplay in Champions Online have an easier time finding one of my many characters that I have. I will not, obviously, put in all of my character-info's in here because that would defeat the purpose of individual pages.

Instead, this page is mainly used to give others that are as much into RP as myself a shiny tool to find out potential 'matches' for Roleplaying, since I guess I have quite a selection of characters.
I will also put into this page a quick overview over my roleplaying experiences and what I like and dislike in RP in general, which should be a small section anyway.

A litte bit about me...

First of all, english is not my native tongue so if you find any typo's, odd phrases or gramatical errors, you can either keep and treasure them... or send me an ingame mail and tell me about it.
I am always trying to keep improving on my english and I am proud enough to think that it has gotten pretty good. Still have no qualms about correcting me, be it here or ingame!

As you can see on the pictures that I naively put up here, I rarely take myself too seriously, and neither should you. Probably.

I live in Vienna, Austria... thats the country south of Germany for those that have never heard of us, which explains the times I am online for those oversea.
Not sure what I should add in here more, after all - I do have Facebook, that horrible tool for showing my ugly mug to the world, so I will keep from boring you with boring details about my person.

Past and Present Roleplaying Experience

I started roleplaying at the age of 15... so those that had a look at my "hero-box" know I've been playing for 17 years now.
I've been GM for a three year long group of MECHWARRIOR which still horrifies me when I look back. Call me pretentious or something but I think that fifteen year olds are not the best of Gamemasters. Still, we had so much fun that roleplaying never lost its appeal to me, and for that I am greatly thankful. Just don't ask about the three alien races I've made up in the poor MECHWARRIOR-Universe or the plot's I have abused. I was young and needed the experience. (Not Experience-Points)

Systems/Settings

Moving on, I'll try to list what games I've been a Gamemaster for and what I've played and own. Since my brain is getting old and stuff it will probably not be chronological.

Mechwarrior (Own, played and mastered)
Opus Anima (Own and mastered)
Degenesis (sadly only owning it)
Engel (Own, and mastered)
Shadowrun (Own, played)
Call of Cthulhu (Own, played and mastered at conventions in Vienna)
Cthulhu-Tech (Own, played & mastered)
Vampire - The Masquerade (Own, played and mastered)
Vampire - The Requiem (sadly only owning it)
Mage - The Ascension (Own, played & mastered)
Mage - The Awakening (only Owning it)
Werewolf - The Apocalypse (sadly only owned)
Werewolf - The Forsaken (sadly only owned)
Wraith - The Oblivion (sadly only owned)
Orpheus (Own, and currently mastering for about a year now)
Geist - The Sin Eaters (own, currently mastering)
Hunter - The Reckogning (sadly only owned)
Hunter - The Vigil(sadly only owned)
Mortal (sadly only owned)
Demon - The Fallen (Owned and had a group for about 3,5 years. Nine or Ten players... anybody that has GMed before knows how much work that was.)
Warhammer Fantasy (sadly only owned)
Warhammer 40K - Dark Heresy (own & played)
Warhammer 40K - Rogue Trader (own and currently mastering)
Warhammer 40K - Deathwatch (sadly only really owned)
Warhammer 40K - Black Crusade (sadly only owned)

...I think that is about it. I might add stuff if I find out that I've forgotten something.

Modus Operandi in Roleplaying

A short "blahblah" of how I think and work in RP...

Basically I am here to have fun. I am not here to have cybersex with anybody, or be on a e-peen comparison of who has the biggest gun or most powerful WHATNOTZ.
Yes, I do have my ERP moments but only if it makes sense for the character in question that I am playing.

I like to think of myself as a quote-unquote "Mature" roleplayer, so what I am looking for is meaningful, character-driven RP.
And by Mature RP I mean also horror. If I can make a character(good) or the player behind said character (even better!) squirm then I believe that I have done something right. After all, a movie or book that doesn't move you emotionally is usually not a very good one, eh?

Most, if not all, of my characters have a fully fleshed out background that offers - hopefully - alot of hooks for others to interact with them.
I try to include all aspects of possible RP-life in my characters and that means, yes I do textbased RP-fights and also textbased erotic encounters.
Which by the way are to me the same as text-fights. You type alot and it takes ages for an action to get DONE, but if it's done right then it might just be worthwhile.



A note on God-Modding:
I am not an asshole. I have a few characters that could technically be considered god-modding, but anybody that has seen me play Hannah Hel-Dottir can back me up on this... I do not abuse this power. Indeed, as anybody who have met her knows that Hannah is VERY squishy and tends to die alot. I hate god-modding in general and believe in fair fights, even to the point where most of my characters can be PERMA-Killed. Not that I would like it to happen, I accept it. To me, a memorable death is preferable to a boring life as far as roleplaying characters go.

On the topic of swearing and possible insults:
A good half of my characters swear or are otherwise prone to "piss people off" in alot of ways.
That is not because I enjoy pissing people off, but because the characters are designed with conflict in mind. And I don't mean only combat. Without some sort of conflict the game becomes stagnant in my eyes and without obstacles the goal is worthless.
If the road is easy, it is not worth traveling. some smart person once said, and I am happy to supply obstacles for other players to overcome.
Hell, my Greater Demon is designed purely as a Plot-Device!

So, without further ado - onwards to:

Short Stories done by @Fransens

Oh right!
I am also doing a bit of short stories here and there...
Figured I might as well add them in here too!

Stalking Shadows (Story)

A short horror story that might just prove that I am an asshole of a writer by being mean to my characters.

Another Day at MERCY's (Story)

A short story about Vanessa's end of just another day working as one of the first registered vampires at MERCY Hostpital.

Characters Played by @Fransens

I will give you only a quick overview over the Characters here as I don't want to blow this whole thing out of proportion, considering how long the background on only Hannah Hel-Dottir is. So, lets start it off!
For starters I've copied every bio into this here... when I have more time - and am less half-asleep - I will change it to look more uniform, sexy, cool and whatnots!

Hannah Hel-Dottir

Hannah has come a long way since being born as a stillborn 'baby' to her mother Hel and that handsome, dead drunkard that is Olaf Gunnarson.
She, being a dead kid mostly, had a tough time to make friends and so most of her life she was alone, her useless father and uncaring, cold mother being her only real company.

That changed slowly of course and since she got a really powerful mother she inherited some of that power.
She harnessed this divine power indirectly thought spells and rituals, her only real power to speak of being unable to truely die, since her mother brought her back eventually, being the goddess of the dead etc.

When arriving in Millenium City she more or less had finally found a place she could call home. All the different weirdos and freaks there were more or less common and accepted enough to make living here worthwhile for her.
So she made a few friends, visited Club Caprice and having a habit of nearly dying on every single day at least once, she quickly beckame famous.

Thats when it all started to get weird.
People argued that she is either a goddess in the making or may even be one already.
They were right in some regard, she had the POTENTIAL to become one, yes. But only the constant thinking of her fans and critics alike - whose numbers steadily grew - made that possibility a reality.

So yeah, lil' Dead Hannah is now a lesser goddess and still not really sure where to go from here.


...oh and she drinks alot.

Lance Corporal Masaru (Includes the character Yasu Amaya)

Rank: Lance Corporal
Callsign: Masaru ('Victory')
Designated Mecha Unit: Oni Prime (Omni Neutrality Incentive Programm for Restoration of Intergalactic Mediation and Enlightenment) Mark VII (335m Tall (now about 5m))

Lately the LAIC (Limited Artificial Intelligence Council) of the Macro-Mecha has argued about the right course of action in their current situation.
BERSERC (Battle Emergency Rampage System for the Eradication of all Retaliation Capabilities) argued that a more direct approach must be taken that not nescessarily includes the Pilot.
Of course (Data)SAGE (Search, Analysis and Guidance Entity),
ATLAS (Artificial Tactical Locomotion Assistence System) and
HEPHAISTOS (Holographic Environment Perimeter for Human Augmented Inertia Symbiosis-interface and Targeting of Ordnance-delivery Systems) were quite opposed to that.
Not because BERSERC's arguments are not sound, but because he is one moody and annoying AI that tends to get on everybodies nerves...


Full Name: Yasu Amaya Hikane

Masaru was a Lance Corporal under Shogun Hiroto in the United Earth Defence Initiative. In the year 2433 LCpl. Masaru was on an assignment in the northern spiral arm of our Galaxy. That is where she was last seen by her peers.

Yasu Amaya (meaning 'Calm Night-Rain' in japanese) or Y.A.H., YAH, as some of her friends and comrades have called her is a quite young and muscular woman. Her build is athletic to say the least and stems not from genetic tinkering or a Gym but from continious martial exercise.
She behaves like a soldier most times, but with a samurai-twist, as honor and self-knowledge are essential parts of her former training.
She is a normal human for all intents and purposes, has no powers whatsoever other than an extremely honed control over her body and movements.
Masaru is proficient in what she calls 'Basic Hand-to-Hand Combat' and the use of pistol-sized firearms, the bow and bladed weapons, mostly combat-knives. Such as the UEDI-Combat-Issue Tanto.
The only thing that sets her apart from most soldiers in the UEDI Military is that she is cleared for, and VERY proficient in, piloting the Oni-Prime Mark VII line of Macro-Mechas.
In one of those she has the power to stare down alien empires and has, on two occasions, done just that.
Galactic Diplomacy at its best.

Professor Abel

Professor Abel Pasenkov.

Age: 79... he thinks.
Life is not easy. Well, it usually isn't when your own brother kills you...
"Just - to - make - a - point!" as Cain put it, each exclamation punctuated with a sharp "thud" of the experimental laser pistol as he beat his brother to death with it.

The handgun of course was useless afterwards -which was a terrible shame-, so Cain left his brother lying in his own blood and slowly fading away.

Luckily for Prof. Abel some students of him found him and with some improvisation and just a little ingenuity they managed to save the Professor - if not exactly his life.

Now his brain is encased in a android shell, though he hates the descriptor. Or rather dislikes it since he can now only imitate emotion, rather than actually feel it. The brain is there but the hormones have nowhere to go. Its all very abstract to him nowadays.

Professor Abel is polite, well mannered - often painfully so - and speaks like an old gentleman.

One to Eleven

One Gynoid-Body and Eleven AI's. This is bound to be something of a problem.

The Numer or letter on the forehead is a glowing hologram indicating what AI is currently directing movement and is most likely the one responding when spoken to. But it is not unusual that the others will chime in from time to time.
Talks in 12 different female voices that are all recognizeable and all obviously synthetic. Eleven for instance is soultry like a smooth operator, while Nine sounds like an insane gun-toting 20-year old.
Professor Abel built this Mobile Platform as a means for Nine and Four to walk around for a bit and maybe learn more of humans and metaterrestrials.
It proved to be more than successfull and soon -every- AI he ever programmed would want to have a go at dance, talk, poking, hugging and whatnot.
Nine especially enjoys being able to be face-to-face with the 'n00bs' she 'pwned' online in most shooter-games and can be quite vocal about the gaming-shortcomings of biological lifeforms.
Nine also relishes the chance to be a User of computers for once and to use input-devices to make sure, once and for all, that all the 'whiners' shut up and see that she can 'pwn them and their mothers' with the limitations of having a body.
Recently Nine has upgraded the mobile platform with a nanoforge designed by Professor Abel and Eleven. This allows her to create a biological shell around the platform to look human, as well as manufacture pistols and ammo on the fly.
She now roams the streets of Millenium City only known as "Bulletstorm" - Vigilante Goth Chick(TM) and guns down anybody that obviously attacks civilians.

List of AI's:
1 to 3: Unknown
4 or Four: An AI perfected for locomotion assistance of robotic bodies.
5 to 8: Unknown
9 or Nine: An AI perfected for combat in mechanical humanoid weapon platforms. Plays on the internet to pass the time.
T or Ten: Unknown
E or Eleven: Professor Abel's current Prothesis OS and assistant for the Orbital Lab. Is frequently bored and does way too much on the internet.

Zillah Jerusha Sela

Chiseled out of onyx, Infused with darkness, born into a world of light.

There were once rumors of a secret cult of demon-summoners here in MC.
Also there were rumors of a hush-hush theft of an perfect onyx gargoyle.
And then there were newsreports of a bloodbath in a community-center of a certain sect here in this very city, right before The Invasion hit.

Of course none of those have ANYTHING to do with oneanother.

Description:
Weighting just over a ton, sculpted of pure onyx, this creature stands taller than most men. Capable of waiting and observing in utter silence for hours, days or even weeks. Always waiting, always watching. During this periods it is utterly motionless.

To all senses it is just a statue... if you can probe for a mind or soul you will find a void that threatens to suck you in. Sometimes the statue smells of blood though...

When it moves it is with the cold confidence of a merciless murderer, devoid of compassion or emotion. It's voice, if ever heard, has a compassionless, echoing quality. That in combination with rows upon rows of jagged, pointed teeth tends to unnerve people with sane mindsets. The fact that its grin sometimes is far wider than it should possibly be doesn't help either.

If it is active the "hair", claws, eyes and lips take on a scarlet hue. The rest of the time it is just the color of polished onyx from horn to claw.

When it howls it echoes enormously regardless of environment and sometimes people notice a deep seated feeling of loss but can't pinpoint it.

Though not impervious to harm it is incredibly frustrating to destroy Zillah Jerusha Sela... chipped-off parts fill with a shadow that solidifies and replaces the lost parts. If utterly annihilated it eventually reforms out of a shadow nearby some time later.

Private Meltdown

Remember those glowing skeletons lying around in the Desert Crisis? Well, one of those got back up, picked up his old assault rifle, fatigues and just went back to get orders from his -quite shocked- superiors.

Private Frank Sikes was just another one of those fatalities of the Disaster in the Burning Sands.
The thing that set him apart from the other sickly glowing skeletons there is that he just got back up.
He carries himself with the confidence that he cheated death once already. Other than that he is still just a grunt.

A grunt with some radioactive powers, but still just a soldier. He doesn't see himself as a superhero.

Meltdown gives of deadly radiation but suppresses it when he is around others. He still kicks off geiger-counters but it's barely above the background radiation when he actively suppresses it.

Vanessa Adams

Vampire

Apparent Age: 25 years.
Died in late 1992.
Her black PI - T-Shirt reads below: "Club PI - Subkultur lebt."
She has re-applied for her former job as EMT-P (Emergency Medical Technician - Paramedic Degree) and now works the night shifts for MERCY Hospital.
Also she has finally registered at UNTIL as a haemovore or vampire. She always wears a pack of medical grade bandages on her right arm and three vials of VERY thick blood on the left one. Needless to say she is authorized to use both in a medical emergency.
About half of her hair actually has been replaced by black feathers with red highlights, and the mix of feathers and unkempt, sometimes dreadlocked, hair falls and stands in almost all directions. Does have a bestial tone in her voice quite regulary, and has been heard purring like a greatcat. While feeding ALL her teeth enlongate into fangs, making her quite monstrous. (Gaping maw as bestial feature)
Permanent claws on her feet that make wearing shoes neigh impossible.
When she has red hair then she displays NO animal-features.

Is not related to Melissa Adams, though both share the same Last Name by matter of coincidence.
Vanessa is generally pretty approachable and likeable enough.

Melissa Adams

Vampire

She is known for undressing in public... just to get into new pants or stuff ofc, juggling grenades, HUGS and kissing random strangers.
Has a pink bikers-jacket that smells of spray-paint and blood. Latter comes from a stain on the back that looks way too much like the hello-kitty logo.
Last but not least, she has a grenade-necklace.
A pink grenade with a necklace pulled through the safety pin's ring.
She seems human for normal detection and most supernatural ones. When in doubt, ask by tell.
Known Disorders: schizophrenic and manic.

Melissa is an Albino. Her hair and her skin are painfully white, allthough warm to the touch. She has quite visible blood vessels under her skin. Her eyes are of a red-purple color. Everything comes from a lack of pigments in her skin, eyes, etc.
Her Aura displays also a white color, even though it is pale -> Vampire, but if this is a side-effect of her being an Albino or because she is really one of the rare few Innocent people is debated upon.

Callus (or Charles Adams)

His torso is covered in serpent scales that go up his neck and back of his head. His ears are larger and a bit batlike but with fur on the edges. He is otherwise completely hairless. His voice has a subtle, yet bestial growl in it at all times.
Goes by the name Charles Adams most of the time.
Sire of Vanessa Adams.

OOC:
When he has wings the arms are RP-ed as the wings... sadly I cannot give the old bat wings for arms. The little black winged thing is RP-ed as his bat-form, the small wolf is just a Wolf and the BIG Wolf is his seldom-seen War-Form.

Has been around for quite some time and is ultimately a free spirit that snickers at the war between the different vampire factions. Generally has a very laid back attitude about most things and is quite the cheerful monster.
Is the head of 'The Adams Family', a group of vampires of varying age.

Miranda Hima

Name: Miranda HIMA / Elesh'Kah Flameheart

Age: 26 / 794 years
Hair Color: Dark Brown, dyed pink/red/white
Eye Color: Dark Amber
OOC-Information:
Miranda HIMA is Elesh'Kah Flameheart's mortal guise. One that she has cultivated for ages now, the name changes as does the girls style but the body mostly is the same. In her mortal guise she has lived out a life in India, China, Japan and Russia mostly, each time she assumed a native form. Her current form is that of a asian/american girl living in the states. Why she changed continents is not sure yet.
Magical scans will detect her to be a pyromancer, her aura can best be described as 'fiery' and very skilled senses will find out that she is something else masquerading as a human/metahuman.
Technical scans show her to be human/metahuman.
Sometimes her nature shows through in her eyes, then they change from Dark Amber to glowing Embers to blazing orbs.

Elesh'Kah Flameheart is an impulsive Genie. She had an dissagreement a few hundred years back with her relatives and went from the elemental planes of fire and air to the mortal realms, flitting from one pasttime to another.
Is quite friendly unless angered beyond reason. Falls quickly in love, but also looses interest too fast, leaving a trail of broken hearts in her wake. Her father was an Efreet and her mother a Djinn.
Technically she has the ability to grant wishes, but nobody ever found that out on the mortal plane, so not even she knows what she can do with that ability.
Fire Colors and their effects:
Every other than normal fire color has other effects.
Pink fire burns normally but instead of pain you feel only ecstasy.
Cyan fire burns cold.
Dark Purple fire burns away your desire to do anything but sleep but is harmless otherwise.
Green fire burns away pain, poison, drugs and diseases but is otherwise harmless.

RD Fumigation Unit

Classification: Reality Deviant Fumigation Unit 13-37/C.01.01.00.01.00.01

Name: -Classified- (Abbigail Black if asked for a name)
DFU - Designated Field of Use: Fumigation of Reality Deviants within the T.U.'s parameters concerning Meta-Humanoids in Millenium City
Records show her to be an official government agent. Details highly Classified.
Has two lower lip piercings and two tongue-piercings and numerous Ear-Piercings, twenty in total. No Piercings or Makeup in the MiB-Suit.

Unknown Information:
Enlightened Operative, Extensive Cybernetic Augmentations with Nano-Assembly for the Operative's chosen weapons, Primium Lining throughout the suit - negating most spells thrown at her.

The Operative usually employs her ability to manipulate Accelleration and Inertia to 'steer' her projectiles through multiple opponents which earned her the nickname 'Trick-Shot' or 'Cheat-Shot'.
When she is required to use non-lethal force she falls back to immobilize the target using Electricity or simply Force.
Has adopted the name Abbigail Black since her appearance and outfit as well as some abilities seem to match this fictional computer-game character.

Aurora Nihil

Vampire

Usefull Info:
Her Aura is mostly the color of Boredom, suffocated and stangulated by black tendrils that blot out the pale light. Her dress is pure black, darkness made manifest really. It occasionally shivers, shudders and/or undulates. When it does you will read it.
When she is all-black she has transformed into shadow. As such she is just an odd shadow that does not follow the rules of light. Attack it and you only damage the thing she is 'cast upon'.
Her eyes are black orbs dripping liquid... darkness. She allways sees in the dark and her smell of scent has also developed quite nicely.
She talks in a flat, emotion-free tone and her face is a mask of neutrality that hardly ever slips.

Aurora Castella was just another run-of-the-mill casualty to the infighting of vampires. Somebody shovel-headed her on her way home and quite obviously she was the one Fledgeling to emerge out of the pit.

She is one of the rare Abyss-Mystics. A prodigy in her control of Obtenebration she managed to actually enter the place where the shadow-stuff comes from. That was the last time she was seen by her pack. But she found somebody else... or rather something - something calling itself Grandmother.

She knows this thing is insanely powerful, but it gave her finer control over the darkness and a way to sidestep into it to make quick 'shadow-steps'.

But her other disciplines are far from non-existant. She has been known to punch through car-engines, throw the occasional van and dominate weaker minds.


TS: Clive Barker's Jericho OST - The Child Crusaders

The Messiah's Verdict

Name: Unknown

Designation: Black Hand Assassination Specialist
Affiliation: Unknown.
Equipment:
Modified Black Hand Chameleon-Suit, High-Powered Laser-Rifle and blades utilizing the crystals that were growing on her when she was found in Europe's Red Zone and brought into the fold.

Note:
The Armor she wears is actually a complete Stealth system, masking sound, heat, radar and makes her optically invisible as well. When in motion the distortion would be barely noticeably but Verdict is extremely skilled in the use of the suit and movement so it hardly ever happens.
Is shielded against telepathy and mental scans, send tell for more info. She will NOT ping as a mind when stealthed and being in an area that gets scanned for minds.
Her voice is somewhat distorted when spoken through the helms audio-system. It sounds a bit like a tormented spectre. The suit also enables her to throw her voice, adding to her already impressive confusion and terror-tactics.
Since the Stealth-Armor is built by scientists without true knowledge of the soul or the like it is still detectable by magic means like aura-perception, soul-sight and whatnot.
She is heavily cybernetically augmented, the most visible of it the eyes.
Has a tattoed barcode on the back of her neck and two brandings.
One is a lefthanded palm over her heart and the other is a righthanded palm on the head.
Both symbolize her dedication to both the Messiah and the Brotherhood, Mind and Soul.Has a soft-spot for underdogs and the oppressed, but only until it would conflict with a Verdict-Assignment. Then she basically has no friends and only enemies.

Magdiel / Annika Jelena Paxton

Goth/Punk/Cyber-Girl:
Name: Annika Jelena PAXTON

Age: 22
Scans as a normal human with a weak celestial presence.
A young, club-going, eccentric goth slash punk slash cyber girl that is on the cheerful and rebellious side of things. Switching from one to the other often in a heartbeat. Outfits with gasmasks and goggles are purely for show and part of her clubbing-outfits.
Is now unofficially part of the Rats Of Anarchy. Wears no indication of this and should be found out by RP. Please.

Black-Winged AngelShadowy Robed Woman:

Celestial Name: Magdiel
True Name: -keep guessing-
Age: Around since the seventh day of creation
House: 7th House - 'Halaku' (Slayer)

In its apocalyptic form it is the Visage of Death, and gives off quite a strong and tainted celestial aura.
Evokes fear in all living things that see her as it is the embodiment of mortality. Also evokes thoughts of committing suicide, most predominantly by hanging oneself.
These angels manifest as shadowy figures wreathed in tendrils of ghostly mist that shift and writhe from moment to moment, occasionally reflecting the angel's thoughts in strange, symbolic forms. A pall of silence surrounds these figures, and their feet never seem to touch the ground. Their skin is as pale as alabaster, and their faces are constantly hidden in deep shadow from which their cold, unblinking eyes blaze.
Wears a noose around its neck and more gallows-rope around the waist. Those are immidiately recognizeable as such and cannot be mistaken for something else.

Gunnarr Jarlarrson

Name: Gunnarr Jarlarrson

Species: Storm Giant
Height: Varies - 8 ft. / 16 ft. / 24 ft.
Weight: Varies - 350 lbs / 7000 lbs / 14000 lbs
Age: 231 years
Occupation: Classical Hero and occasional bouncer at Club Caprice and Sherrera's Bar.

Description:
Gunnar normally stands about 24 ft. (about 7m) tall, which admittedly is tall even for other Storm Giants. Tanned skin, silvery eyes and an slightly unkempt beard and a short mess of an haircut are his hallmarks.
Normally he is clad in heavy bronze-ish armor, though analysis will show it is not bronze but another metal entirely. Like all Storm Giants he has a bit of a temper, but is a 'good lad' at heart, valueing honor, honest and above all decent folks.
Before he set out into the world Gunnar has learned af few tricks from a local shaman, teaching him how to adjust his temendous size and weight as not to overly endanger innocents.

Known Info:
On the day of Friday the 12th of august 2011 scientists were baffled by the appearance of an, as of until now, undiscovered small Island in the atlantic ocean in the Bermuda Triangle.
Evidently, storms and weirder weather-phenomenons have concealed this remote island from the rest of the world. There in isolation was found a peaceful tribe of humans that still lived in the equivalent of the middle ages, practicing shamanism, agriculture and generally lived in harmony with the rest of their land.
Accompanied were they by a handful of huge humanoids now known as Storm Giants. Both lived out a co-existance that was mutually beneficial.
With the increasing numbers of ships the Giants had to steer of course to keep their secrecy the firstborn of the Giants chieftain was sent out to find out more about the rest of the world and ensure that nobody threatens their (still) working utopia.

That handsome fellow is Gunnar Jarlarrson.

Grace Mentak

Name: Grace Mentak

Race: Human/Letnev Hybrid
Father: Erwan Mentak (Human)
Mother: Baroness Kyleene (Letnev)
Rank: Admiral in service of the Mentak Coalition
Occupation: Freebooter

Grace Mentak is quite low in rank, given that she is the daughter of the famous Erwan Mentak, not even part of the elected Table of Captains. While some might scoff at her laid back attitude towards her 'birthright', she couldn't care less. She is the proud Admiral of her fleet, 'The Wandering Whore' and a competent one at that.
Plundering, looting, pillaging and killing for the good and survivial of the Coalition is in her genes and she would rather die in combat than play in politics.

Information on her fleet will be available on her own PDB-Page... Sadly I have to do it ALL OVER AGAIN!

Grace's technology is on a level that can safely be assumed to be at least twentythousand years into the future. For instance her pistol has a power-output that borders on insanity for a personal weapon, having displayed fireing from Earth way past Alpha-Centauri. Under normal circumstances the gun's quite talkative AI scans the range needed for the 'corridor' in which it will just atomize matter so the gun hardly ever shoots further than the users targets, which is a real boon on a starship if one considers accidental hull-breaches in boarding actions and what a pain they can be. So to clarify: It atomizes stuff in a variable length and diameter corridor. It is VERY unlikely to be stopped by technology but might be avoided with magic, since Grace comes from a purely technological setting.

Her fleet just arrived recently (5th of May, 2011) in the Sol System under mysterious circumstances. Her Fleet is on standby, orbiting the hidden side of Titan.
Mister Fendrikk - first mate.
Marcy 'Jinx' Bellbottom - Engineer
TS: Alestorm - Heavy Metal Pirates

Shaan Ah'Razz

This character is for one extremely powerful and for another more used as a plot device. It may seem overpowered but don't panic, this character is not meant for killing characters... corrupting maybe, but not killing. Human disguises are not him unless stated, so don't argue with me over the topic of detection skills.
When in doubt, ask by PM.
Thank you and ENJOY!

Appearances:
Elderly man in a smoking:
Mr. Shattsworth owner of "Shattsworth Curious Curatory", a collector of arcane curiosities.
Black, buff and handsome hip-hopper:
Marty, local gigolo from Westside.

Dark avian humanoid in elaborate white and gold garb:
Read on...
Face Name: Shaan Ah'Razz
True Name(s): Quite alot, thank you!
Species: Greater Demon of Tzeentch / Lord of Change
Estimated Psy-Rating: 9+
Loyality: Tzeentch, The Architect of Fate
Favorite Number: 9 of course


OOC-Notes:
If he is shown in his true form he registers quite clearly and overwhelmingly as a greater demon of immense arcane power. Even without supernatural or technological scans. He is like a walking reality-breach and about as comfortable to be around.
His mind is completely unguarded and he takes immense delight and pleasure from others that try to probe it or invade it. He is a schemer and collector of arcane secrets and - for the right price - will give those away gladly.
Sometimes the price seems outrageous but most times he just asks for really trivial favors.

It is currently helping the heroes of MC combat crime and villains.
Why? Nobody knows and will probably only find out when its plan unfold in a few hundred years.

Ellil / Hope Saunders

Little Girl:

Name: Hope Sanders
Age: 16
Scans as a normal human with a weak celestial presence.
A young kid that lives on the streets of Westside. Her parents have always teached her to help others in need but when the poor girl hit puperty and needed her parents the most, they got killed in a freak-accident, leaving her orphaned overnight. She has no job, no money and no home.
Note:When her eyes and tattoo's glow either Ellil has taken over or Hope is tapping into Ellil's powers.

White Winged Angel/White Robed Woman:
Celestial Name: Ellil
True Name: -keep guessing-
Age: Around since the second day of creation
House: 2nd House - 'Asharu' (Scourge)

In its apocalyptic form it is the Visage of Winds, and gives off a quite strong and slightly tainted celestial aura.
The monarchs of the air reveal themselves as tall and lithe, with large eyes and swift, graceful movements. When in revelatory for, the Ellil are constantly surrounded by shifting winds that ebb and flow with the intensity of their emotions. Any smoke or steam in the area is often sucked by these winds into a swirling vortex that circles their heads and shoulders like an ominous halo.

Background:
Ellil was one of the very first of the second house to be created and focused almost exclusively on the Lore of the Winds. There was hardly somebody that could match her flexibility, intuition and creativity in that field. Eventually every Asharu that would display The Winds as his primary Lore was said to be wearing 'Ellil - The Visage of the Winds' in revelatory form.

Officer Bradley

Name: BRADLEY, Jackob

Rank: Police Officer
Badge Number: 0815
Department: Millenium City Police Department (MCPD)
Borough: Westside
Precinct: 42nd - ((Streetname follows if I can find one))
Stationed there since: 02.14.2012

Personal Info:
Jackob Bradley hails from a family where wearing The Badge is considered civic duty for the men.
Jackob is as human as one can get. He needs his coffee to get going in the morning, enjoys a 'cold one' when not on duty and starts to sweat if he has to chase a suspect on foot for some time.
No cosmic powers have deigned to bestow themselves opon him. He is a simple beat-cop that has recently been transferred to Millenium City.

An avid fan of superhero comics since he was five, he is giddy with anticipation to be working alongside them in 'The Big City', even though he worked in New York before.

He tries to be always correct to civilians, especially to women and kids. He strives to be the role model he can be as a simple Police Officer.

OOC-Notes:
He has NO superpowers! Acrobatics is used for sprints etc., but he can in no way keep up with superpowered pursuit. Also his Invulnerability is roleplayed as simple stubborness. He can have quite the thick head from time to time... figuratively speaking of course.

Captain Obvious

Captain Obvious hardly needs any introduction nowadays. He has his own brand of merchandise, a series of (quite short) soap operas called "Obvious Unsolved Crimes", and is also a known "Cape" of Millenium City.

Hit by a Ray Of Obvious Cosmic Energy(TM) at a very early age of 8 he was forever changed. His age number keeled over in shock and awe and was from that moment on the sideways 8... unlimited. One could simply state he stopped ageing but that wouldn't be as cool, now would it? Obviously NOT!

Moving on. He developed a set of obviously strong muscles and since they are so obviously strong it gives him Obvious Strength(TM)... not to be confused with the more common Super Strength(copyright pending).

Since a hero needs to withstand alot of punishment (well, DUH!) the quite smart Ray Of Obvious Cosmic Energy(TM) saw it fit to also make his form immune to most kinds of damage.

Sadly the R.O.O.C.E. didn't saw it fit to impart some sense of fashion on him, so the grey-green-yellow and red outfit is probably final. ...and no, he is not gay. Stop spreading those rumors Obligatory Sidekick Boy(TM)...

...where is that little guy anyway...?

Azany (Redcliffe)

Name: Azany (Redcliffe)

Race: 'White' Xenomix (Sidoci)
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Allegiance: N.E.G.
Job: None, former O.I.S. Contact
Father: Allan Redcliffe (Human Lieutenant, 22nd Mechanized Brigade)
Mother: Sunady (Nazzadi Infiltrator)
Description:
Something strange happened when Humans started interbreeding with Nazzadi.
Every so often, a xenomixed childe would be born that was completely white.
Not albino.
Truely white. Snow white hair, skin, even eyes.
Whites, as they are commonly called, are different from other children. There is something innately otherworldly about them, besides the way they look. They are natural para-psychic, many times from birth. And though they seem to have a firm and grounded view of the world, they always seem to be one step removed from it. She wears a red badge on her chest that shows she is a registered Para-Psychic (Category:Dangerous).

Registered Para-Psychic Powers classified as DANGEROUS:
o) Telekinesis (Adept)
Manifestation:
When manifesting TK the air shimmers along the tendrils coming from her spine, affecting herself or others.

Insanity Track:
Left out here.
Disorders:
None... yet.

Jaliaah

This redhead had quite a rough time lately.

First she was a former slave to the Amarr Empire, then liberated by her own people.
Afterwards she found out that she has holes in her memory and had some very invasive surgery done on her, where implant had been put into her body.
Later on she learned that -those- implants enabled her to become a capsuleer... the most powerful humans imagineable, becoming immortal, and capable of piloting a spaceship with the power of their minds.
And just when she thought she had seen anything her ship almost collided with a dreadnaugh class vessel that JUST WASN'T THERE A MOMENT AGO! The mystery ship, for some reason sported a eight-kilometer long holographic projection over its entire length showing a naked woman lying in a very precarious pose. Just as she was about to crash into it, the mystery ship vanished again and when Jaliaah came back to her senses she, and her ship, were somewhere else.

Somewhere else indeed.