Post by Dr. Pepper on Mar 29, 2008 13:36:09 GMT -5
Name: Ice
Alias: Nitsuki
Gender: Male
Age: Appears 24, 98
Species: Demon
{->PIC HERE<-}
Physical Description: Ice satands at six feet two inches tall, making it common for him to loom over others. His weight, has hardly changed over the decades, near a constant 163 due to the dense muscles and thick bones that his body is made of. Of course, Ice isn't a musclebound idoit, his body is of an athletic build, rather then bulking with excess muscles like some meat heads. Also his ice blue eyes are hidden behind his long black scruffy-looking hair.
Clothing Description: Due to scars, of wich some he has no memory of obtaining, Ice chooses to cover his entire body in thick cotton material, that's dyed jet black. Almost always he wears the thin flak jacket that he has strapped over his upper body. Covering his legs is tight black pants, still keeping to the same material, and calf-length boots.
Mental Description: A cold calculating warrior is what you would expect when it's known that Ice is in command of the rogue faction, but that's rarely the case. More often then not, Ice is manpulative, toying around with others for minor pleasures. His temper is legendary, nearly deadly, but only a fool wouldn't be able to see the warning signs in time to stop.
Weapon Description: Hidden inside two of Ice's pockets are two metallic gauntlets, shaped more like claws. The metal is light and strong, and is refined to a razor sharp edge. More than anything else, this weapon is ment to be thrusted into the others fleash and, with a quick, strong jerk, yanked out of the wound while making sure that the opponent would have to worry about blood loss. A fitting way to kill for a vampire; draining the victim of all blood.
Skills:
Lost Heritage - Hellfire ~ Offensive
A demonic trait that Ice has no idea how he has it. This power calls upon the purple-black flames that radiates evil more that the insane heat it has. The hellfire that Ice summons can be manipulated by his will, or let free to destroy anything it touches.
Mana cost: 80 per turn
Lost Heritage - Frost Barrier~ Defensive
Ice summons water to form into a barrier of ice to defend himself or allies against a foe's attack. This attack nulls out all opponents damage by draining twice that amount in mana. If Ice doesn't have enough mana to block the attack completely, he receives the full force of the blow, while still losing all mana.
Mana Cost: 2xpotential damage
Lost Heritage - Holy Love ~ Healing
Another one of Ice's abilities that he hardly understands how he has it, though this one is far from destructive. Quite the opposite, in face, as this skill returns varying amounts of health depending on how much mana is used.
Mana Cost: Varies [1hp=3mp]
Lost Heritage - Dead Man's Gift ~ Strengthening
This one Ice understands completely how it came to him; with that cursed bite. This ability allows Ice to shut down the inhibitors in his brain that stop him from preforming at his most powerful. The only problem would be how short he's able to keep this technique up, making the .3 increase only useful in a last stand situation.
Mana Cost: 60 per turn
History: Most of Ice's past is irrelevant. Being reborn so many times, only his current life holds any memories he's willing to recall. Simply stated, he has been a vampire for many, many years. The "incident" still plagues his dreams though. leaving it freash in his memory....
The first thing that he always felt when that day floated back into his mind, was the dispair. The reason was long lost to him, but that was what lead to that treacherous climb. It had left him physically exausted after climbing the sheer cliff. Sadly, he hadn't fallen off durring the numerous close calls that had occured.
Upon reaching the top, Ice had sat at the edge of the cliff. The memory of slight elation always surfaced at this point, as he remembered leaning forward about to plummet to his death. That was when it all went horribly wrong.
A hand latched onto the collar of his shirt, stopping the impending death of the man. Ice had never wondered why he had been stopped. All that ever came back was the feeling of those cold, non-living fingers grazing against the back of his neck.
After that came the inhumanly strong jerk that tossed the man at least 20ft. backwards. Rising, Ice faced his demonic friends as he pulled out a handgun. He felt no fear, but a priative elation, as if he wanted to die this way: fighting.
As the Vampire, for it was that, charged him, Ice released as many rounds as possible into the moving carcass. Then a brief wave of shock blurring his image to a pure white for one brief second.
When his vision returned, Ice noticed several things. Most important to him the vampire's hand was thrusted through his gut. Then he noticed the vamprie's wounds, making him think that he had the best aim in the world, with bullet holes over the heart, a lung, and a kidney. The labored breathing and contorted fact of the vampire told him that it had defiently passed onto its intended targets.
The man couldn't help but smirk as he felt his life slowly drain away with his blood....
This story doesn't end here, with the vamprie in such a critical condition, it needed blood badily. Thus it couldn't wait for it's meal to die, and immedatly sank its fangs into his throat, drinking his blood for the nurishment.
Normally Vampires feed on their DEAD victims, because that ensures that another vampire will not come into existance, but when the victim is still alive, even barly, the curse spreads, preventing death to come to the prey.
Ice remembered the feeling well, his body seeming to wake again, though the situation had hardly changed, the only difference being that the Vampire had its head next to his throat, sucking on the fleash, right over the tear in his jugular vein. Anger flowed through his body at the sight. His arm twitched as the muscles tightened, desiring to express the beserk fealing within.
Ice's rage snapped as his fist bunched into the vampre's skull, crushing its brain. Breathing heavily, the new vampire fell to his knees, looking down upon the old.
From that point his mind goes blank again, until a few decades back where he ran into a carasamatic warrior who was looking for vampries in disagreement with their current life. Ice quickly entered the ranks of this small army, showing great abilities as a commander, almost as if he was born and raised to rule over a blood thirsty, agressive lot.
Once the leader had been killed, Ice took over what remained of the small band of warriors, determined to destroy all of the vampires in existance. Obviously he just wanted annilation, but none of his warriors wanted to be known as a traitor, so, up to this day those few have been working towards the destruction of that annoying P.C. Ice's story ends here, as his life takes over, with only the fates capable of determing what happens next.
Alias: Nitsuki
Gender: Male
Age: Appears 24, 98
Species: Demon
{->PIC HERE<-}
Physical Description: Ice satands at six feet two inches tall, making it common for him to loom over others. His weight, has hardly changed over the decades, near a constant 163 due to the dense muscles and thick bones that his body is made of. Of course, Ice isn't a musclebound idoit, his body is of an athletic build, rather then bulking with excess muscles like some meat heads. Also his ice blue eyes are hidden behind his long black scruffy-looking hair.
Clothing Description: Due to scars, of wich some he has no memory of obtaining, Ice chooses to cover his entire body in thick cotton material, that's dyed jet black. Almost always he wears the thin flak jacket that he has strapped over his upper body. Covering his legs is tight black pants, still keeping to the same material, and calf-length boots.
Mental Description: A cold calculating warrior is what you would expect when it's known that Ice is in command of the rogue faction, but that's rarely the case. More often then not, Ice is manpulative, toying around with others for minor pleasures. His temper is legendary, nearly deadly, but only a fool wouldn't be able to see the warning signs in time to stop.
Weapon Description: Hidden inside two of Ice's pockets are two metallic gauntlets, shaped more like claws. The metal is light and strong, and is refined to a razor sharp edge. More than anything else, this weapon is ment to be thrusted into the others fleash and, with a quick, strong jerk, yanked out of the wound while making sure that the opponent would have to worry about blood loss. A fitting way to kill for a vampire; draining the victim of all blood.
Skills:
Lost Heritage - Hellfire ~ Offensive
A demonic trait that Ice has no idea how he has it. This power calls upon the purple-black flames that radiates evil more that the insane heat it has. The hellfire that Ice summons can be manipulated by his will, or let free to destroy anything it touches.
Mana cost: 80 per turn
Lost Heritage - Frost Barrier~ Defensive
Ice summons water to form into a barrier of ice to defend himself or allies against a foe's attack. This attack nulls out all opponents damage by draining twice that amount in mana. If Ice doesn't have enough mana to block the attack completely, he receives the full force of the blow, while still losing all mana.
Mana Cost: 2xpotential damage
Lost Heritage - Holy Love ~ Healing
Another one of Ice's abilities that he hardly understands how he has it, though this one is far from destructive. Quite the opposite, in face, as this skill returns varying amounts of health depending on how much mana is used.
Mana Cost: Varies [1hp=3mp]
Lost Heritage - Dead Man's Gift ~ Strengthening
This one Ice understands completely how it came to him; with that cursed bite. This ability allows Ice to shut down the inhibitors in his brain that stop him from preforming at his most powerful. The only problem would be how short he's able to keep this technique up, making the .3 increase only useful in a last stand situation.
Mana Cost: 60 per turn
History: Most of Ice's past is irrelevant. Being reborn so many times, only his current life holds any memories he's willing to recall. Simply stated, he has been a vampire for many, many years. The "incident" still plagues his dreams though. leaving it freash in his memory....
The first thing that he always felt when that day floated back into his mind, was the dispair. The reason was long lost to him, but that was what lead to that treacherous climb. It had left him physically exausted after climbing the sheer cliff. Sadly, he hadn't fallen off durring the numerous close calls that had occured.
Upon reaching the top, Ice had sat at the edge of the cliff. The memory of slight elation always surfaced at this point, as he remembered leaning forward about to plummet to his death. That was when it all went horribly wrong.
A hand latched onto the collar of his shirt, stopping the impending death of the man. Ice had never wondered why he had been stopped. All that ever came back was the feeling of those cold, non-living fingers grazing against the back of his neck.
After that came the inhumanly strong jerk that tossed the man at least 20ft. backwards. Rising, Ice faced his demonic friends as he pulled out a handgun. He felt no fear, but a priative elation, as if he wanted to die this way: fighting.
As the Vampire, for it was that, charged him, Ice released as many rounds as possible into the moving carcass. Then a brief wave of shock blurring his image to a pure white for one brief second.
When his vision returned, Ice noticed several things. Most important to him the vampire's hand was thrusted through his gut. Then he noticed the vamprie's wounds, making him think that he had the best aim in the world, with bullet holes over the heart, a lung, and a kidney. The labored breathing and contorted fact of the vampire told him that it had defiently passed onto its intended targets.
The man couldn't help but smirk as he felt his life slowly drain away with his blood....
This story doesn't end here, with the vamprie in such a critical condition, it needed blood badily. Thus it couldn't wait for it's meal to die, and immedatly sank its fangs into his throat, drinking his blood for the nurishment.
Normally Vampires feed on their DEAD victims, because that ensures that another vampire will not come into existance, but when the victim is still alive, even barly, the curse spreads, preventing death to come to the prey.
Ice remembered the feeling well, his body seeming to wake again, though the situation had hardly changed, the only difference being that the Vampire had its head next to his throat, sucking on the fleash, right over the tear in his jugular vein. Anger flowed through his body at the sight. His arm twitched as the muscles tightened, desiring to express the beserk fealing within.
Ice's rage snapped as his fist bunched into the vampre's skull, crushing its brain. Breathing heavily, the new vampire fell to his knees, looking down upon the old.
From that point his mind goes blank again, until a few decades back where he ran into a carasamatic warrior who was looking for vampries in disagreement with their current life. Ice quickly entered the ranks of this small army, showing great abilities as a commander, almost as if he was born and raised to rule over a blood thirsty, agressive lot.
Once the leader had been killed, Ice took over what remained of the small band of warriors, determined to destroy all of the vampires in existance. Obviously he just wanted annilation, but none of his warriors wanted to be known as a traitor, so, up to this day those few have been working towards the destruction of that annoying P.C. Ice's story ends here, as his life takes over, with only the fates capable of determing what happens next.
