NAME:

Satori

(The Sand Serpent)

EYE COLOR: Brown

HAIR: Reddish brown… short cropped and unruly
BODY TYPE: Athletic build – Height 5’11
LOCATION: Usually found in the bazaar of the desert kingdom of Allawan
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: In public he prefers flamboyant colors for his top (and usually silk) over darker breeches. When working he prefers various shades of light brown to better blend with the desert background, and a veil made of snakeskin worn over his mouth and nose.
RACE: Human
STORY: Satori was born to very rich parents, although his mother died during childbirth. When Satori was eleven his father was murdered and his fortune was stolen. None of his father’s supposed friends or associates lifted a hand to help Satori and he found himself homeless wandering the bazaar. He quickly learned to steal and became very adept at distracting his mark.

Eventually it became known in the bazaar that Satori could read and write as well as do his sums. This was a skill that even few in the high families were capable of, and scribes were worth their weight in gold. The merchants began to take advantage of Satori and would convince him to keep their records in payment for food and sometimes the silk merchants would pay him with flawed clothing. Satori realized that he was being cheated early on and would openly and humbly thank the merchants for the meal he would receive, all the while making note of the layouts of their homes and more importantly the location of their valuables. He would revisit the home after dark and retrieve a suitable payment for his services… plus a little extra.

As Satori grew older, he grew bored with his burglary and moved into smuggling. He quickly gained notoriety and adopted the persona of the Sand Serpent. He was known to be as deadly as he was efficient. His weapon of choice was the Antair sword… a short sword that he wields in both hands.

Woo, woo! Got arm-wrestled into joining at last, heh. I decided to bring back my first online character/alias for this challenge. It’ll be fun!

Name: Amy Grendel
Hair color: Brown, shoulder-length (does not matter if there are bangs or not since I go both ways – hair is layered so either way works)
Eye color: Blue
Body type: Average height/size (not waif-thin). Late 20s/early 30s.
Physical Appearance: Heavy eye-make-up with pale lip color. Big silver hoop earrings. Typical attire consists of brown pants with a long-sleeved black shirt that has either a V or scooped neck style.
Time and Place: It’s 3,582 years into the future. Amy finds herself on one of the moons of an unidentified planet. She is about to face a new group of people and may either die at their hands or fight to prove her worth in their cause.
What are you: Human with super-strength.

What's your story?:
Background:

Amy was originally from an Amazon tribe in a jungle that kept itself isolated for long periods of time, complete with structures that paid homage to their nation’s past. Other than survival skills, they prided themselves on athletic feats with an annual competition to declare the victor of Amazons. The intellectual ones kept to preserving and transcribing ancient scrolls and devoted their time to advancing their knowledge of natural medicines the jungles provided to them.

The tribe that Amy was a part of had fragmented and splintered in three ways when deceit and betrayal in the higher ranks of hierarchy was exposed. People chose different leaders to follow and thus left the capital to stake new territory in other areas. As a nineteen year old then, Amy left on one of the ships that occasionally visited with supplies and arrived in Washington D.C., specifically J Street. She walked into a bar known as “Grendel’s Pond, Bar, and Grill,” which would alter the course of her life as she would end up marrying the owner and becoming a member of an elite group known as the Pantheon that carried out deeds in their own brand of justice with their various strengths and individual abilities.

Over ten years later, with the blood of her husband on her hands and the collapse of the old Pantheon, Amy abandons her former identity and finds herself blowing in the wind aimlessly like a tumbleweed and in need of new roots once more.

Current story:

Spitting out dirt, Amy looks up to see that she’s in the middle of an empty, vast desert. She shields her face from the blowing sand and blistering heat as she surveys her surrounding. She sees deep crevices in the distance that will provide necessary shelter from the sun. The crevices also have splattering of green vegetations around, which tells her she will find a source of water and perhaps some wildlife. With little time to lose, Amy begins her long trek with the sun beating on her back and paces herself to conserve her energy.

After what felt like hours, she begins to hear a faint sound, almost like the thundering of a herd in the distance. How can that be? As the sky grows darker, she realizes it’s the sound of drums beating. As she gets closer to the crevices, she crawls quietly, following the source of the sound until she sees the flicker of a fire in the distance once the night sky has fallen. Large chunks of metal gleaming with the glow of the fire are scattered through out. Not too far off, buried halfway in the earth, is a large metal structure with broken earth all around. Amy realizes that the crevices were not fashioned by the weather and time, but by the crashing of what seemed to be a ship or metallic building.

The drums beam louder and faster with an urgent intensity. A shadow figure tosses something into the large fire and a beam shoots upwards, a flare lighting up the night sky. Her eyes grow wide as she follows its path, realizing the stars in the sky are not the ones she once knew. Broken rocks and far more metallic clusters like the one that just crashed simply floated in clusters above the orbit.

Her means of prolonged survival without detection were limited. She would have no choice, but to see if friend or foe awaited her down below.

Reference photos: I will dig up the character I’ve recreated in City of Heroes as soon as I look through my CDs for screenshots and post them here. In the meantime, I got permission to use a couple celebrity photos (with credit) strictly as reference until I can replace them with my own sketches.

#1 (face/make-up reference. Credit: Lynda Carter)
#2 (outfit reference. Credit: Buffy, the Vampire Slayer/Sarah Michelle Gellar)
#3 Old CoH avatar of Amy that I used.


edit - fixed the code =D - roz

NAME:

Zarp Terre'Blanche

EYE COLOR: Steel-Blue

HAIR: Long Dark Brown
BODY TYPE: Lanky, Wiry- Muscled 6ft2
LOCATION: Usually found in the woods. Does not really like cities.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: He has a ready smile and a friendly face. Until the need for combat arises. Then he appears to be in a trance-like state.
RACE: Human
STORY: No-one really seems to know whose son Zarp is. Rumour is that he was found wandering in the woods by an old druid who was out collecting herbs. The druid said that Zarp mumbled something about Orcs. She assumed that Zarp's family was somehow killed in an Orc ambush. Zarp grew up amongst the animals of the western woods and it is rumoured that he can somehow communicate with them. The Dryads also became his friends and taught him the ways of the trees.

After his twelth summer the druid decided to send him away to Charron, the Minotaur Archer. Under the tution of Charron, Zarp became an extremely skilled bowman. Charron then sent him to Storm De'Arden , an Elf weapon-master. After his training with Storm, Zarp was a formidible fighter.

Yet Zarp felt there was something stil missing in his life. That was until he met Tranquility, the female monk. She taught him how to control his mind and more importantly, how to summon up his inner strength.

Zarp can be found most of the time in the Western Woods, tracking down Orc's and other evil beings with his friend and companion, Luka, the wolf. Sometimes people see Luka and another wolf together and the rumour is that Zarp can shapeshift into a wolf.


Reference : http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/46001908/

Name: Aisley Huntington
Hair color: Red, about mid waist in length
Eye color: Greyish blue
Body type: Average, but well defined
Physical Appearance: long flowing gowns, made with the finest threads (which she usually takes from her victims)
Time and Place: 1130's , England
What are you: vampiress v--v

Whats your story:




Aisley adjusted the small pointed coif on her head as she turned on heel and walked away from her father, the Lord Aethel Huntington. No visible emotion showed through the mask of her face, but internally she raged against the injustice of it all. His denial of paternity and disdain for her burned a scar deep into her heart, all these years passed and still he would not install her to her position in his house. She fixed a withering glare upon the Lady Aehtel Huntington, the crow who had seen her mother butchered for the indiscretion of the Lord. It was only due to the monks at the Abbey that Aisley didn't suffer the same fate, taking the orphan girl in for a housekeeper. Now she was nearly nineteen, ten years since her mother had taken her to the Manor and showed her the man who was her father. “That man be yer Da, ye both have the same flinty eyes. He oughta take you for 'is own blood, but the Lady is cruel and bitter with envy. Be careful, my girl, so careful.” Her mother's voice still echoed in her ears as she left the room, seething at the injustice.

“It should be me in that fine house, with the warm fires and laden tables and fine cloth for a dress.” Aisley bit her tears back and lifted her chin, swearing revenge and retribution.... revenge for her mother's life and retribution for the life she should have had.




Aisley stalked angrily through the afternoon throng of people as they hurried on various errands, bumping shoulders against harried mothers that chided impatient children. She rounded the corner to the widening space of the town's main Square, the junction of thoroughfares at the roughly geographical center of Norham. Not far from the North Sea's shore, the air was bracing even this early in the evening. Drawing her simple gown across her bosom, she became aware of the gathering crowd at the Great Hall. Curiosity beat her ill mood away somewhat and she joined the burgeoning mass of people. “Some kind of magik box, I heard say!”, “Aye, dug up from the ground in the hills, killed everyone who touched it!”, “Killed?! Oooh , strong magic, it must be evil, it should be tossed to the sea...” the voices churned with excitement at the strange discovery.

Aisley shouldered and wriggled to the front of the crowd, there was the box sitting on a hastily improvised table of crates and planks. She wasn't sure why, but she heeded the insistent voice in her head that told her to open it. Amidst horrified cries from the closer villagers who were sure they were going to meet their doom, she lifted the lid and reached into the confines of the box. The crowd hushed as she drew out a delicate parchment. Opening its folds, she blanched at the image it bore. Then the world swam before her and she plunged into the dark.


Awake. Yes, I am awake. Aren't I? Aisley lifted her head from the soft wadding her cheek rested on. She felt fine actually. Abit hungry. Very thirsty. And not at all alive. That was odd. Last she checked she was alive. She sat up on the edge of the bed which was comfortably covered with thick woolen blankets.

“Ahhh, finally you return from slumber, how do you feel, my cherished one?” A musical male voice flowed over her, she turned to see who spoke to her thus. He was quite tall, not heavily built but not overly slender. He bore an elegance and manner that spoke of royalty or peerage. His clothes fit him well, a tunic that had been slashed and tucked to reveal the color of the smock under it. He extended a hand to her, she took it and went to him at his gentle indication.

She held her breath as he raised her hand to his lips, kissing it in formal greeting. His eyes rested on hers as he smiled, she noted with a detatched bemusement that melted into recoiling horror that his teeth were sharply pointed and they pressed uncomfortably into the back of her hand. She tried to withdraw but he held her tight. “No Aisley, don't deny me. I have already sated my deep desire for your sweet blood, I want you to taste mine,” he whispered into her hair as she struggled against him. She looked up at him in fear, what did he mean? As his words ate into her, she recognised the hunger, the thirst she felt. It wasn't for bread, or mulled wine. It was for.. him. His blood. It called to her like a candle beckoned a moth. He smiled as he saw it settle upon her. He bit his own hand, watching the blood well up and trickle over his knuckles. She swallowed nervously but shivered with strange excitement as she pressed her lips to the wound and tasted him. His vampire blood churned her lost soul, mixing with her own now undead blood and changing her. She felt the dizzy ecstasy, the potential power pour through her veins. In a dark corner of her mind, she knew who would feel the first lashings of her rage and strength. In a Manor across the town waited a man and woman who would rue the day they turned her out. And she smiled.

thanks tam for the help :D *huggles*

Name: Kerria Jackson

Hair color: Black, in a pony tail more often than not

Eye color: Green

Body type: Slim, Athletic, 5' 11"

Physical Appearance: (IE clothes)Before: likes to hang out in jeans & tee, but can dress with sophistication when required After: leather, pvc, latex, armor

Time and Place: (This is where you decide where your person has traveled through the time rift to - whether it is another era, another place or another planet) Edge City, Off World, Vega System, 2158

What are you: (IE mermaid, cyborg, human, vampire, werewolf, fairy, pirate) genetically enhanced human

What's your story?:
Kerria had always been a bit of a tomboy. Being into fitness, sports and a love of dance kept her in great shape and had let her compete with the boys as she was growing up. She supposed it was this that had led her into the police force. Well, that and the allure of underlying danger that went with it. Out on the streets, it was still a competition with the boys, just a tad more serious and a lot more exciting.

Well it had been more exciting, in the city streets. But for now she had been posted back in her old home town and things had sure slowed down. "It’s just a temporary assignment. 2 weeks tops..." she had been told, and that was over 3 months ago despite repeated requests to be reassigned back to the City. The odd drunken fight, or speeding car was about as exciting as it got these days. That and the old box that had been found in the local coal mine. Speaking of which, the "great opening" was happening tonight. Better go along in case its something valuable that people want to fight over, Kerria thought to herself. Nothing else happening around here in any case...

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Kerria woke with a buzzing in her ears and a bright light in her eyes. Slowly the light moved up and away and Kerria was able to make out her surroundings. She was in some sort of pod like couch, “cryo-pod” popped into her mind. Now where did that name come from, Kerria thought to herself. The buzzing noise in her ears was the lid lifting up and away from her. To her left and right she could see more of these, cryo-pods.

What... where..., last I remember I was at the town hall... and that damn box was glowing...

Now, other foreign memories were crowding in on her. Memories of other worlds, genetic enhancement, squad training, weapons training, squads in action...

"What the fuck is going on", Kerria thought to herself.

Suddenly a voice broke into her jumbled thoughts, "OK team, up and at 'em, we've got work to do before set down on Edge"

Name: Palmer Calhoun

Hair color: This question is biased. (His head is shaved)

Eye color: Brown

Body type: 5’10, athletic

Physical Appearance: (IE clothes) Fashionable, generally casual but would rather be overdressed than under, likes to stand out and look unique.

Time and Place: (This is where you decide where your person has traveled through the time rift to - whether it is another era, another place or another planet) Chicago in the 1920s, a cop in Gangsterville :D

What are you: (IE mermaid, cyborg, human, vampire, werewolf, fairy, pirate): Vampire before the time warp, under cover cop after

More info here: http://www.sanguineaffliction.com/forum/showthread.php?t=1584

What's your story?:
Palmer reeled and shut his eyes as the world spun around him, the sickening pull bringing him to his knees. Breathing through his nose, he opened his eyes again very slowly, trying to process what was going on, and why on earth he’d seen a picture of himself with one arm draped around....

“Calhoun!”

He craned his neck up, trying for some indication of where he was and saw the neon sign above him.

The Green Mill.

Why did that sound familiar?

“Calhoun!”

Closing his eyes again at a sudden flash of light, he rubbed hard over one eye and reached with his free hand for his sunglasses, which ought to have been in his pocket. Instead, his fingers came into contact with something that might have been a wallet; he opened his eyes again, confused, and realized he wasn’t wearing his clothes. Instead, he was wearing a suit with a long skinny coat and narrow trousers, and for the first time he noticed a weight on his head that indicated some sort of hat. He blinked heavily, then turned his head sharply as at last he registered that someone was calling his name.

“Calhoun! There you are, hurry up, come in, come in, the Big Guy wants to see you”

He was led into the club by a guy who might have been described as ‘big’ himself, to say the least. Once Palmer had his bearings a little more he surmised, judging by the fashions and the music, that either they were having some sort of city theme night or he had somehow landed in the middle of the roaring twenties. People he didn’t recognize greeted him enthusiastically as he passed by, and a couple of the ladies were more than just friendly, but he didn’t have time to flirt back just now. He was about to see the Big Guy, and he didn’t need three guesses to tell who that was. It was all starting to fall together; the picture, the club, the era. The face he saw when he rounded the corner, sitting comfortably at a large booth, confirmed his worst suspicions.

He was smack in the middle of crime central Chicago, and he was about to sit down next to Al Capone.

Smiling uneasily, he slid into the booth, feeling rather disconcerted when the very large man scooted in next to him, blocking his exit. He was even more put out by Scarface’s greeting.

“One of Chicago’s finest! Thank you, thank you for coming, it’s wonderful to see you Palmer!”

Somehow during this demonstrative welcome, something heavy fell into his lap. He reached down to see what it was and the fat guy urged him in a calm, normal voice to ‘just stick that in your pocket, there’s a good boy’. It was too late, though; he’d already seen what it was. Palmer guessed about five thousand dollars had just been dropped into his lap, neat as you please.

The photographer from out front, a young and overly eager to please young man, sprang out from the crowd and bounded over, insisting on a picture of The Mill’s best patrons.

Palmer spoke through his teeth as the camera flashed.

“Oh…I am –so- dead.”

(I'm a little late posting here I think, Time zones confuse me and Im in Scotland, rushed home from work and hope I manage >.<)

Name: Jetamio Ganascient
Hair color: Long and red, with a slight wave to it, mostly worn loose
Eye color: Golden
Body type: Short and slight, though has a few curves.
Physical Appearance: (IE clothes) Leathers, dyed a deep red like her hair.
Time and Place: (This is where you decide where your person has traveled through the time rift to - whether it is another era, another place or another planet) Ice Age, the great steppes. (similar to Russia/Siberia now I guess)
What are you: (IE mermaid, cyborg, human, vampire, werewolf, fairy, pirate) Elf
What's your story?:

Jetamio grinned at Tolthar, her special smile saved only for him.

"I'll be fine" she said trying to reassure the worried bard as they stood at the portal to the Plane of Time.

"I really wish you wouldn't try such stupid things sometimes Jet, one of these days something bad is going to happen"

"To live in fear is to not live at all." the druid replied, her tone half mocking, though a seriousness underlayed it, it was her belief. "Coming?" Tolthar shook his head and stepped back, his stormy grey eyes on his wife's.

"Just come back to me alive Jet"

Again she smiled as she began to recite the spell that would port her to Cobalt Scar, but as she did so she stepped through the Time portal on the last word of her spell. She felt the familiar lurch as her spell took effect, but she felt a different pull, leaving her disorientated.

She stumbled as the spell stopped, and she held a hand to her head to steady her self and her mind. A strong gust of ice cold wind brought her to her senses quick enough and she lowered her hand to look around.

For miles around her, was plains of standing hay, swaying in what seemed to be an endless wind from the north. Looking that direction she could see the huge glaciers that spanned most of the northern hemisphere, some up to 2 or 3 miles high. These glaciers sucked the moisture from the air, leaving the plains dry and dusty, the thin soil only held together by the tough grasses that grew. This was the realm of the mammoths and wooly rhinocerous's, in the bitter cold, but no snow to bury the abundant fodder.

Jetamio shivered, and decided she should have brought warmer clothes. She wrapped her thin cloak tighter around herself as she looked around at this cold desolate place...

OK, no more sign ups from this point on!



I've reopened this so people can add pictures to their bios, but please be sure to POST a new thread if you made changes or let me know so I can direct your person to reread your bio post.

Name: Phoenix

Hair color: Sun Burnt Red

Eye color: Hazel

Body type: Athletic trained body for undo combat experiences

Physical Appearance: (IE clothes) Femail specimen wearing a mechcanical hybrid XG-type9 suite. this suite is equiped with termal XG-type9 energy which is required for phoenix to live. The XG-type9 fuel combined with her enhanced ZLT-Live gives a one up on agility, power, sight. Making her stronger than of the ordinary faction she came from. This suite includes the lates anti-gravey long hop 66454 boot combo providing phoenix with the ability to jump farther and higher than be for. Also the XG-type9 suite is included with a pair of n!N-gloves_788, these gloves provide strength of 405.08% increase to current muscle mass in the hands, arms, biceps: with no exhustion to the other muscles found in the 2H body.


Time and Place: 3078 E2 (2nd Earth)


What's your story?:

Once phoenix has traveled through the time rift she found her self slightly confused and dazed, but all of the sudden knew of everything around her as if she lived the day before in this new enviroment. The time was 3078. The place was Planet Nulo>. Section 122.08 . The time rift sent her into the future 820 years, to a replicated planet earth. In the year 3009 all of the factions of planet earth were force to travel into space to colonize a new found planet called Nulo, which later dubed the name 2ndEarth or E2 for short. The Humans also foregone a change in genetics allowing them to stretch the life span of a human by delaying the aging process. This idea lead to over population which started the entire Forest Project in 2709, where scientist sought another planet to in habit. Fortunatly Nulo was 50x the size of our last planet earth. Also it is important to note the phoenix found out the old earth that she lived on was destroyed finally by self decay of the milky way. After the 11th Mass FX-5 metor hit earth there was nothing left but a 1/3 size rock that lost orbit and crashed into the nearest star causing the ultimate destruction of the once most understood Milkyway. But luckly colonization started 150 years before this happened.

Now phoenix finds her self in a familar City block, (people of Nulo or E2) built town blocks and city inch by inch the way they were to preserve the earth life inhibits as they knew it. City by city emerged every few months during the life on the new planet. Life was finally getting back to the orginal orgins, witha much bigger planet with multiple duplicate cities alot of familarty was round phoenix. Still when she arrived at this new place she had all prior knowledge of all of the event histories that happend during her travel through the rift. Of course all of this information hitting somebody causes the most at faint. After awaking from suttle rumbles.

phoenix suddenly relizes that post dramatic effect that happend. A civil war was taking place on this one calm new peacefull planet Nulo. The Civil war was an attempt for total control on all of the lifeforces on Nulo. A group that calls themselves "the Element" is attempting to have dominate control (the Element has a vision of world dominance with a strict governing control promising peace with a money less enviroment where people help one another, but that was only a cover story to lure young Humans into joining the Elment which buying all of the media in the found world impacted the decisions of many. They have succeded for the most part by completly destroying the Nulo guard, and armforce that was once outstanding but now lies in broken arrangments. Now fragments of artillary and squadrons are found and scavaged. After the Element took full control it was quickly releized that the formal good nature of there entent was not justice or true. A dark outcome was in a mist. the locals have joined together at an attempt to build and army underground to try to rise up and over take.

All of this information was feed into and remembered into phoenix body and mind as if she lived every second. Again a Huge Bang rang thru her ears. screams of people were coming out "south side entrance, they've found us, they've found us' she sees a skyrocket (an airborne riding device, once driven by the Nulo gaurd to provide quick access to locations with a hover abilites and quick manuvers to out perform a wise emeny force.) She hopes on the skyrocket and like everything else is able to just get up and ride it like shes been specially trained on it before. She soars out onto the snow covered street, Just then roaring crashes surround the buildings. Appearing in th sounth side emerges a Vulcan-D33 Mech. A killing machine equiped with plasma rifles and missles projectiles. phoenix knows exactly what she needs to do.

FIGHT BACK AND RECLAIM THE PLANET.




updated photos to be added soon
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