Alynishirad

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ALRIGHT PEOPLE! EXCUSE THE MULTIPOSTING HERE, BUT THIS IS QUITE POSSIBLY THE LONGEST BIO/CHARACTER I HAVE EVER CREATED.

So..let's begin XD

Player Info
Name: LO
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How you heard of Code Titan: I've known of it/been on it for over two years...but I recall first learning of it at Nath's TT site and then joining from the now-dead Raven's Realm

Character Info

Name: Alynishirad
Age: 1,026
Gender: Male
Species: Wolfdemon
Homeworld: Earth
Affiliation: Government says "villain", Titans Tower Database says "Unknown alignment/motives". The Ancestor himself says "Ooh, how cute...petty classifications for the inexperienced human mind of a paranoid age."

Weapons: Nearly everything, including himself

Items: See above.

Powers/Abilities:

[/b] This is by far the Ancestor's most-often used ability. With the relatively simple knowledge of alchemy, he has bent what some call the "Law of Equivalent Exchange". In short; he can re-configure matter, transforming what he wishes into whatever he needs to suit his purposes.

~Bloodrage. It took almost two-hundred years of meditation and discipline, but Al'ynishirad has brought his own curse under control. Upon sight of blood, his strength, speed, and reflexes all double, while allowing him to retain his sanity and cunning.

~~Other spells

~ Shade's Form. The Ancestor's preferred method of traveling in secrecy, the Shade's Form allows him to assume a black-as-night state of being. In this form; he can move through just about any substance he wishes, and cannot by physically damaged.

~Skin of the Serpent One of the Ancestor's more combat-related spellcasting abilities allows him to invert his skin to several layers of glossy black scales possessing a reflective surface that allows most attacks to slide from his skin like water.

~Masqueradis Purely a non-offensive tactic, this allows the Ancestor to assume a human guise.

~The Escher Complex A strange spell to say the least, this effect transports the Ancestor and anyone else within a fifty foot radius into a pocket dimension where gravity itself applies only to whatever floor your feet come into contact with. While there is no inherent downside within this dimension, the Ancetor himself views the thing as a personal playhouse and is far more experienced at maneuvering in it than any other being .

~Reversion A potent spell in the current times; Reversion simply causes all artificial powers and accessories in a localized area (100 ft radius) to revert in time; causing them to appear as they would (if at all) 1,000 years ago. While such a maneuver would not be especially devastating to a mutant or anyone born with natural powers, someone such as Cyborg would simply become a normal human.

~Fog Renders the Ancestor totally undetectable by any means save eyesight.[/ul]

Weaknesses

Pets: The world.

Appearance:
When he was human, Al'ynishirad was tall for most men his age; standing roughly 6'1". He had black hair that he often dyed red (rumored to be the blood of his enemies) and wore various tunics/cloaks/trousers in varying shades of a dull grey that allowed him to blend in with many of the castle surroundings. Well, when he WAS human. For much of his long life, the werewolf-like being known as the Ancestor has been covered almost completely in grey fur, save the black and finely scaled tail that protrudes from his lower back. Though he keeps them hidden; he also possesses vast wings of a similar color and nature. A row of obsidian spike projections work their way from between his ears, down between his shoulder-blades, and down the length of his tail. Despite this, his powers have allowed him to remain relatively unseen. Throughout his time wandering the earth from the past to now, his style has changed to suit the times; always remaining inconspicuous and unassuming (save for the time he wore a pile of branches and threw an apple at Isaac Newton's head from a tree).

Personality: Centuries of life have had a curious effect on the Ancestor. He holds a view that life can be too short for some, and usually takes the time to do vast amounts of research before fighting. During combat; he has a tendency to taunt his opponents about their personal lives and point out how much time they're wasting with fighting. While he keeps his objectives well hidden, it has been observed that he prefers taking the time to target individuals rather than locations; even if it's only to ask them what sort of food they like. The time on his part is never wasted however, as answering a question about food could run its course through the mad wolfdemon's mind and hand him some kind of macabre inspiration for carrying out a future objective. In the most literal sense; telling the being you prefer roast beef instead of ham could be the deciding factor as to whether the Ancestor will assassinate the President of the United States, or burn down a mosque. Despite the evident insanity however, he remains extremely cunning, often putting his objectives behind other peoples' motives; and allowing them to accomplish much of his work for him.

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Personal History
Throughout the history of the world, many have made history; whether their accomplishments have been for the greater good of humanity, or the greater good of themselves. The man known only as Al'ynishirad is one who can claim that he is history, and probably get away with it. He has had roughly 1,000 years to watch the world develop, and he has wasted almost none of that time.


Prologue


970, the first day of a new month of a new year.

Another year; and the world seemed unchanged; despite the dire and fervent predictions of a crowd of doomsday prophets that would always spring up in the middle of the year, claiming the world was going to end. Oddly, one of the prophets of that year seemed to have more credence to his words than the others. He was a mysterious fellow, keeping himself bandaged as though diseased, and hiding his face from view nearly all the time. While his real name was never known, people around simply called him "Dragon's Coward", usually suspecting his hidden visage was due to burns he had received from the city's long-standing enemy; Malchior, who rarely left victims alive.

And so the Dragon's Coward wandered about the city, going into details on the stars and making mention of other at-the-time-obscure things he called "bloodline traits". His thoughts and opinions were strangely balanced; captivating people without seeming to incur the wrath of those in authority as men of strange teachings typically did. Startlingly, his ideas of "bloodline traits" began proving true. One of the Court Lords seemed stricken with a strange disease after consuming a roasted boar, and upon studying the ill man's symptoms, the Coward came to show that the Lord's body seemed to despise boar. Further guesses were made, and eventually the Lord's son fell ill after consuming the same meat in a risky, but bravely undertaken test.

Facial wrappings exchanged for a gilded metal mask that resembled a golden death's head, and bandages replenished, the Dragon's Coward rose in society, using the public gratitude and his own knowledge to continue his studies. He attained a good deal of fame for his time, causing whispers among the lower ranks of the crowds. While some praised him for his work in fields previously untouched, others began to condemn him, attempting to brand him as a devil's servant; saying that the only reason he had escaped Malchior was because he possessed a power greater than the dragon himself.

Their fear was perhaps realized as one girl -not 21 years of age- awoke the next day to find the towering figure of the Dragon's Coward looming over her bed. The girl was dragged roughly from her home, and pulled into the living hell that was the city's utter ruin. She was uncertain as to how everyone else she knew had died in one night. Before she was knocked unconscious by the man's armored fist, she caught a fast glimpse of a massive double-tower system of metal blocks surrounding a burnished copper spire. She was taken from her home never knowing the purpose of the machine.

For almost a year they lived together, captor-captive relationship slowly becoming a far more benevolent connection. Eventually, the girl used the opportunity one night to remove the Coward's mask while he slept. It was then she learned where he had attained his alias. The entire right side of his face was burned, skin twisted ins several areas to resemble a charred scale-like pattern, leaving him appearing part-dragon as it were. Remarkably when he awoke; he showed no anger towards her, only a saddened expression that suggested he preferred his secrets kept. Curiously, he did not speak to her for the rest of their travels until...


Nol.


It was the remote mountainous village in unknown parts of Europe, and it was the final destination of the exile known as the Dragon's Coward and the girl who became his young wife. The two were welcomed into the village, people within not knowing of the devastation of the young couple's former homes. From that day on, the two lived in relative peace, even through the birth of their two children; Al'ynishirad and Rorek.

Throughout their childhood; the two brothers got along surprisingly well, considering the history of sibling rivalry in the village. While their mother was pleased, their father seemed coldly distant at times, watching the two boys closely, yet keeping an emotional arm's length from them. His actions soon began producing two very different personalities in the children. While Rorek seemed to focus on finding ways to bring his father back into the family, his brother seemed more determined to attain his father's level of awe-inspiration. Rorek's tricks eventually led to him training with Nol's Archmages as an apprentice, leaving his now-jealous brother behind.

Al'ynishirad's endeavors carried him deeper into a strange sort of work; one involving manipulation of the living, as opposed to manipulation of the cosmic. His first creation was a tiny thing he called a "light-maker"; a set of magnets and wire that could generate miniscule shocks of lightning from a lantern-like orifice in the front. Recognizing where the boy was going, his mother brought her concerns to the village's master-wizard; hoping he could dissuade the boy from following his father's seemingly darker path. Leading mother and son to the Coward's observatory, the trio were horrified at what they found.

Within the massive chamber sat two enormous bars of metal, perfectly distanced from a large wrapping of copper piping beneath what seemed to be an array of metallic spires. Feverishly reading through the blueprints, Al'ynishirad's mother found details on the device and was filled with shock when she realized what the intent of the so-called "Lightbringer" was, and what its previous incarnations had been used for.

Confronting her husband was the last thing she ever did.

Confronting the Archmage with them was the last thing her husband ever did.

Thus, Al'ynishirad and Rorek were left alone; raised by the people of the town, all of whom hoped to keep the boys from their father's legacy of destruction. As they grew; Rorek ascended in rank, eventually becoming a leading Archmage himself by the age of 19. His brother meanwhile; seemed completely absorbed in what he had once seen; a chance to manipulate lightning; the most destructive element that would fall upon them during the frequent thunderstorms.

One night, his destiny changed during a ravaging thunderstorm. Ignoring the pleas of the village to find shelter from the elements, the boy ran for the boarded off observatory, breaking the rusted locks easily and forcing his way to the Lightbringer. Soaked to the bone, he fearfully activated the device, sending the metal bars into a wild spin beneath the storm, and promptly blowing the observatory dome apart, wrecking the array in the process. Then, before the eyes of the huddled village, the storm itself seemed to charge the air, drawing the lightning trails towards the tower and into the device, illuminating the tower and nearly blinding Al'ynishirad. Losing control for fear of blindness, he covered his eyes, falling back as the Lightbringer blew apart, causing the stored energy to radiate into the mountains. Despite loss of the observatory, the village rejoiced, finding itself saved from the storm, and possessing yet another prodigy.

Sadly, the joy was short-lived; as the released energy found a target, utterly destroying the egg-chambers of Dracodaemus; the lair of the four-winged dragon known as Malchior.

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Malchior's quest for revenge was declared to be one that would utterly change Nol forever. Effects were immediate, as the first wave of attacks from Malchior's halfdragon minions destroyed half the Archmage council. It was then that Rorek began combining his ideas with his brother's, working to merge magic skills with combat ability; resulting in a new type of offensive magic that left those trained by it far more skilled against the halfdragons in following encounters.

Within a year of the war's start, Nol was beginning to win victories, despite the ceaseless harassment attacks by the dragon's forces. Al'ynishirad had improved on his father's design; and found the concept of lightbringers to be particularly effective at both long and close range combat. Victory seemed near.

Then the dragon unleashed his newest creation from the abyss; the Calcifites. Large, fast, and strong; the rock-like creatures were impervious to damage, and even defeated; they were still deadly. Upon destruction, their remains would be drawn to the target, sealing their killer within an inescapable rock tomb. While this development didn't immediately cost Nol the war, it plunged the people into a complete stalemate.

Eventualy, Rorek himself proved a deadly opponent, and was raised to the position of Master Wizard among the Archmage council. Despite the promotion and prestige that came with it, Al'ynishirad seemed content with somewhat of a behind-curtains life, even developing a relationship with a young woman named Rachel. At that point, the war seemed to take on an almost surreal edge. Al'yn and Rachel were together, seeming to shut out the world around them, always attending to their duties with the assumed realization that they would have each other whenever the fighting relaxed.

Curiously, Rachel seemed to be a stabilizing force in his life; eventually driving him towards a brighter path with his father's work. Within several months, Al'ynishirad's studies had found their place in Alchemy, rather than the destructive forces of nature. While he was unable to simply snap his fingers and turn the Calcifites into glass or some other easily destroyable substance, his abilities proved useful in being able to revert them from their tomb-like state of death to a simple pile of dust. Eventually, is abilities began saving more and more lives.

Fighting increased in intensity soon however, and and war against the netherborn minions of Malchior became a near-constant thing. Optimistically, Rorek's side felt confident that they could soon win. During the war, in one of his more touch-and-go moments, Rorek had erected a soulbinding barrier: a shield that would greatly reduce Malchior's near-godlike powers to an easier to deal with level if he entered the area under the albino wizard's protection.

Tragedy struck however, when Rachel was stricken with an at-the-time unknown disease that left her prone to fits of dangerous rage and a frighteningly high fever. Fearing for not only her life, but that of his unborn son, the Al'ynishirad entered a deal with Malchior; He would lower the castle's defensive soulbinding barrier in exchange for the cure to his wife's disease. Forced to choose quickly, his emotions took control and he sealed the deal.

Revelation came in the middle of the attack however, that Malchior's intent was to utterly level the village; killing not just Rorek, but Al'ynishirad's own wife. Quickly, he re-structured the soulbind from himself, and trapped Malchior from the village for all time. However, while Malchior couldn't enter himself, his powers beyond were still fully effective, and he tore Al'ynishirad from the town, hurling him to his doom, and the birth of the Wolfdemon race.


Demonwood: Home of a million unfulfilled desires and ambitions.

It was a place widely known and feared as a land where no one could pass unmarked. According to the texts of Rorek -even the oldest did not cover the origins of Demonwood- the place and its souls would bind any unfortunate traveler with a karmic binding spell that would reflect some aspect of their life and the victims themselves. The curses often being of a horrific enough nature; anyone afflicted was exiled and forgotten.

In a cruel sense; it was logical that the only one to pass completely unscathed would be the one to use it as a personal torture realm for his less reliable victims. Malchior's homonculi lesser demons dragged the weakened Al'ynishirad to the forest's edge, and sacrificed their artificial lives for the dragon, pulling the double-agent in and abandoning him in the center of the wood before crumbling into nonexistence.

It was there that the wolflike-cunning of Al'ynishirad tore free for the curse and used with it his most common weapon. The final aspect of the curse fused the bodies of a man and daemonwolf into a single being. Skeletal remains writing out the inscription "Forever, shall those in your line be tainted, cursed upon the sight of life's nectar, forced into a wild and twisted frenzy when beholding but a crimson droplet.", the curse sealed itself, locking the Ancestor from all humanity and his allies.

Animalistic instincts taking over, the creature once known as Al'ynishirad was lost to the wilderness. It is unknown how long he lived there, but it was at this time reports of a wolf-like man were heard across the country, causing whispers of fear among some, and cries of worship among others. Eventually however, even those faded as the creature gradually vanished from folklore.

The Wolfdemon had returned to Nol.

It was there, scrambling through the wreckage of a once-proud city, that he found much of the place leveled by fire, charred bodies everywhere. Slowly, his human instincts and mind began resurfacing, bringing with them a life-altering series of revelations that he carried with him from the ruins of the old lands. He knew his wife, and even with his animalistic senses multiplied, he had been unable to find her. Realizing she had escaped somehow, he took that knowledge with him; knowing that he was not doomed to be the last of his kind. The only other thing he carried was a single book; silver-bound against pure white; an artifact of his brother's.

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Timeline I: Hostility


At that time, the Ancestor vanished from the face of the world almost completely, leaving no trace or hint of his existence until the early 1200's. During that time; he had used the book to its fullest potential, unlocking a good deal of knowledge from it, and re-learning his old ways of alchemy. Eager to test his abilities; he had managed to convert the very stone in a volcano; constructing a small house, and from there building off of it, re-working the structure for nearly a full hour.

Oddly, no one in the surrounding villages questioned the appearance of a thorn-covered castle. Several short years passed, and Al'yn began broadening his scope of knowledge; creating a vast chamber within his castle, and lining it with shelves. Whether through theivery, murder, or simple barter; the wolfdemon began a massive accquisition of information; swiftly filling the chamber and converting much of it into a library. His only regret was his appearance -an unusual one to say the least- which would not allow for many visitors.

At least, it didn't until a cold night in the late summer; when the howling of the wolves outside seemed unusually sharp and piercing. Rushing to a window in the castle, he caught sight of the creatures attacking...something. Retreating into the upper galleries in the main hall, he waited as though seeing whether the person outside would survive to enter the castle. To say that he was surprised when a girl stumbled in through the half-open doors was an understatement.

Despite his initial attempts to conceal himself in the shadows and scare the female away by means of intimidation, curiosity seemed to play a larger part, as his reclusiveness only caused her to wander deeper into the castle. At that point, he realized the choice he had to make; kill her, or keep her in the castle forever. As powerful as he was in alchemy; he did not desire the surrounding towns to gain knowledge of his whereabouts and being. Grudingly, and with no small amount of worry for what she would do when she realized what he was; he allowed her to remain.

Living with the young woman -whose name he learned was Sophie- was a strange ordeal. He kept the lights low, staying in the shadows much of the time and always remained one step ahead of her whenever she tried to surprise him by pulling curtains open to illuminate a room. Oddly enough, the cat-and-mouse games grew into an almost playful pasttime that lasted until she stumbled into a torch-post, knocking the flaming branch into a tapestry and catching Al'ynishirad in its glow before he could turn away.

As if one revelation was not enough that day, Sophie fled from his presence, running madly through the castle. While he was far faster, Al'ynishirad was also somewhat dazed by surprise and the flare of light that she had cast before him. He abandoned all restraint at that point; charging through the hallways whether it was along floor, ceiling, or wall. Always left one step behind her, he eventually tracked the girl down only to find her in the library, where she had feverishly begun rummaging through the books.

At that point, the wolfdemon probably thought the curse's effects were still lingering, as the first book the girl picked up was none other than the pearl tome he had taken from Nol's ruins. As he neared her, she opened the book, eyes caught within the hypnotic gaze of the single occupant. Fearing the trapped being's release, Al'yn took the only course available to him and used his jaws, shearing through flesh and bone; causing the girl to fall back, leaving her right hand and the book sliding across the room. Before either could react or cry out, the blood-spattered book flew into the air, the spilled blood releasing its containment bonds and undoing the imprisonment put on it by Rorek.

For the first time since the effect of the curse that was completed 200 years ago, Al'ynishirad found himself swimming in a red sea of mental rage. Malchior was rapidly escaping the book, and instinct compelled the wolfdemon to go on the offensive, lunging at the struggling dragon with his claws fully extended. Had the dragon been able to move faster, he might have won the fight and returned to the mortal plane of existence to claim his once-coveted seat as ruler. However the animalistic fury surprised him, and as he freed his scaled claws, the wolfdemon was upon him, tearing and attacking for all he was worth and more. Impulsive as the attack was, he managed to force the stunned dragon back, trapping him in the book once more, but not before ripping two of his wings off with his jaws alone. In the final moments before a second entrapment, the dragon cast another curse, binding the remaining wings and spilled blood to the Ancestor's form, twisting his mutation even further.

That curse and power-loss began what was possibly the shortest and darkest period of the Ancestor's life. Coming out of the bloodrage and realizing what he'd done to Sophie, he immediately attempted to use his alchemy to alter parts of the floor into various metal components, hoping to create a primitive prosthetic for the girl. That hope was cut short however, when he realized that Malchior's most recent curse had also robbed him of his alchemistic abilities. He was driven to the brink of insanity at that moment, feverishly resorting to any means possible to restore his powers. To make matters worse, Sophie's absence had been noticed, and the townspeople had managed to track her last known route through the woods to find the castle. When they showed up with Sophie's father at the frontline, the Ancestor's rage boiled over.

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Timeline II: History


No one survived that bloody night, and allowing his rage to get the better of him, the wolfdemon used one of the spells from the book, siezing control of the peoples' bodies and mutating them all to a primitive, disease-infested herd of rats. As the dawn came, the maddened pack of former humans was unleashed, spreading across Europe in what would later be known as the Black Death. Finding himself not caring what happened to humanity, the Ancestor slipped into a quiet seclusion once more, working to control his rage and resurface at a time when Humanity's future would show more promise. The white book -cleaned of blood- was given away; left in the care of an old librarian named Richard Roth.

Seclusion ended almost two hundred years later for the Ancestor, when he began to find the world ready for change. Upon a quiet return to society under a human guise, he had learned of the rat-curse he had used, and was more than a little surprised to find out that the resulting plague had reached its fullest effect in the 1300's, wiping out an entire third of the continent's population. Realizing just what he could do if he were given more opportunities to incite change, he moved fast, seeking out -almost at random- individuals and exploiting their abilities if possible. While the few who learned of his plans laughed him away, he usually followed through with his promises.

His next big move was one that would have long-lasting effects. Mastering a human-guise, he used it with his slowly-returning alchemy to persuade a young french girl that her "visions" were divine encounters with God himself. Using her position, he took a man-behind-the-curtain role in the Hundred Years War, aiding his "protege" and allowing her army many victories against the english. The end result of his manipulation put Charles VII on the French throne, and for a final ovation at the war's end, he took control of a cannon; firing the shot that put John Talbot out of commission in the Battle of Castillon.

By that time, he expanded his intellect into areas beyond war, settling comfortably in to a somewhat reclusive role during the Rennaissance where he would observe most of the goings-on as they happened. Some claim that at this point; he was the one giving Leonardo DaVinci the idea for the Mona Lisa, when in fact, the wolfdemon was preparing to help Raphael with a painting that would be worked on several years later to be named the "School of Athens".

Riding out the Rennaissance, he began expanding his horizons in the late 1700's with the american revolution. Having traveled aboard a relatively anonymous cargo ship, Al'ynishirad arrived in a war zone. Mind already working on ways to toy with both sides of the military, he played both sides of the fights; not only tipping the British off to weapons supplies stored in Concord, but making sure the supplies were moved well beforehand, allowing him to sit back in relative safety and enjoy the conflict. He made a mental note to find someone to write about the battles afterword, as he'd had a strange idea for a little song he wanted to call the "Concord Hymn".

Fortunately for the United States; the war was won, and the country began growing. Unfortunately for the Ancestor, it all seemed too organized, and he began plotting once more, not caring who he had to frighten in the process. Unfortunately for him, the answer did not come until the 1800's, when he began pulling strings in the south. It has been theorized that by this time; he was more intent than ever on keeping a low profile, wiping traces of his own existence whenever he left an area, and living within his own little world. Whether his reclusiveness was a memory of Sophie or not is unknown, but despite his personal lifestyle of no consequence; his public actions constantly cast ripples, from forcing a young southern actor towards a conservative slaveholding standpoint and nudging him into a one-night career in assassination, or working in what soon became a 20th century past-time of his; election rigging.

The 20th Century became a favorite of the Ancestor's, as things began to change at a highly increased rate. By this time, the world's pattern of up-and-down self-preservation/destruction was such that he hardly had to pull any strings with humanity at all. While he did jerk a few lives around (working in a criminal underworld in Chicago and causing Elias Disney to move with his family to what would be a world of inspiration) life was oddly quiet.

Fortunately, the Ancestor saw opportunity back in Europe, when he chose a youth seemingly at random in an experiment he hoped to carry out. Having seen what he could do with mere words over the years, he had been working quietly on an experiment in which he would attempt to change the world with mere words, and without being publicly seen. His first action was working in human-guise at the "Academy of Fine Arts Vienna" to disqualify his test subject, nudging him towards what would become a deadlier profession than painting.

Success was almost lost when the boy fell out of school and work again; finding himself homeless. Working quickly to assure some measure of success in the military or political arena, the wolfdemon quietly used the boy's friends to push his subject into the works of Liebenfels and Lueger; handing the child an alarming anti-semitic stance. Time passed, and Al'ynishirad handed the growing young man the idea of the Aryan Race, solidifying the man's views and placing his name among the most infamous people in the history of the world.

However, as the end of World War II approached, the Ancestor realized his ghastly error; that humanity could not just be manipulated like pawns on a chessboard for eternity, but in rare cases; the king could be promoted and become a player in his own game. The Ancestor's personal toy had outgrown his life of being toyed with, and had taken his newfound self-charisma to a horrifying level with the Holocaust. saddened at having lost an "experiment" and enraged at what events had occurred beyond his control, the wolfdemon made his way through Europe, tipping the Fuhrer off to the incoming armies and pulling one last string on the man. Hours later, the Ancestor hid himself in a bunker underneath Berlin, and when his former test subject entered; the wolfdemon shot him through the head.

Since that time; the Ancestor has changed very little. His powers have returned fully, and his intellect remains as sharp as ever. Despite setbacks with Germany's former fuhrer, he retains his old ways; always manipulating people one way or the other, and never ceasing to enjoy a joke at the expense of an unknowing person.


First Person RP Sample

Aw, really? *sighs and sits down on a chair formed from the solid stone floor of the interviewing chamber* Please, these little things grew out of style back when TIME Magazine was founded. I was even there for it. So if that's the case, *causes an ashtray to turn into a strawberry lollipop* Want one? They're quite good but I wouldn't be too sure if it's poisoned or not *chomps it in one bite* Quite good actually...slight hint of niccotine.

*wings flare and sweep down, lifting him high into the air and out of the open-ceilinged chamber*

Find another sap to run your little stuff mate, I've got a few too many things to take care of..more than a few of which involve playing Uno with over-curious little brats.


Third person RP sample

(another RP excerpt actually)

Zetzumi merely watched Lishana flip away, saying nothing. He turned back to the now open door and made his way into the darkness, looking around slightly before saying,

"Let's make this quick and get to the point. I've wasted enough time as it is."

"Oh yes, I quite agree..." Alynishirad said earnestly. "You've wasted so much time sitting around and complaining about your lost time. I had computer banks here monitoring your approach with Lishana. You wasted..." he breathed painfully. "So much time sulking over your own situation that you failed to notice there were any number of escape hatches you could have taken and escaped from on the way here."

Springing forward, he dropped into a roll with a kick that sent him landing behind Zetzumi on a pedestal that had projected itself from the platform, allowing the wolfdemon to perch on it; wings spread to the point that he momentarily appeared more inanimate gargoyle than living nightmare.

"Complain about the atmosphere, whine about the fact that the ceiling poster above you is a naked photo of Borat, but don't complain about anyone here wasting your time. Everything has a purpose for some end, even if it is not obvious from the start." he finished, breathing heavily before his red eyes flashed brightly as though he'd barely woken up from a nap and was at the peak of his energy. "You tend to figure that one out after the first five hundred years of your life, you know."

Zetzumi crossed his arms before turning to look up at Alynishirad, his eyes narrowed while the rest of his face undreadable to his scarf.

"I told that girl I'd hear what you had to say before leaving. So say it, and be done."

"That is the real trick, isn't it?" the wolfdemon asked, scratching his chin absentmindedly. "You see, I could have been done talking to you a minute ago; thus having said what I have to. However, I am speaking again now in response to your rather rude query." he paused, taking a breath and leaping from the pedestal to pace around Zetzumi in a circle, eyes never leaving the assassin's body as a stone replica of the wolfdemon sprang up behind him and froze in an exact copy of his position. "Therefore, what I say is what I have to say. I'm afraid that you can never leave this place under your own logic unless you're willing to move that one-track mind of yours on to things other than being an egotistical jackass who naturally believes himself to be superior to every living thing that's ever knocked a bank over." Alynishirad finished, now standing facing Zetzumi alongside a crowd of frozen statues, all in perfect alignment with various stages of the headmaster's little rant as though he had been frozen in time more than once and released.

"It's all your choice, really." he said. "You can hang around insisting I tell you what I have to even if I probably already have, you can stick around and get a feel for the place, or I can launch you out of here in a giant cannon." he grinned. "Number three is usually the most entertaining by the way."

[TTF]

anyone who doesn't approve this is a very, very problematic person.
I look foreward to fangirling him. <3

[LO]

You really must like older guys *points to Alynishirad's age*

[Teph]

I havn't had time to read all of it, but I doubt you missed anything.... seems like a very powerful dude. could be fun... all right I talked myself into it...


Thanks TTF for the image! lol

[LO]

Nyehehehe...this is going to be interesting XD


don't worry about the power scale on him btw...He's been approved at a couple fairly strict sites before ^.^

[TTF]

lo said:

You really must like older guys *points to Alynishirad's age*

Hell yeah. Could learn a thing or two from them.. >3>