Post by Albel Nox on Oct 27, 2012 2:59:43 GMT -5
grey skies & light fading ,,
"Easy wins were never my style."
THE OOC SECTION
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"Easy wins were never my style."
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CHARACTER NAMEAlbel Nox
CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONAlbel is best recognized by the gauntlet that covers his burned and scarred arm. His hair is short, but has two long tails in the back of his head. His hair is brown with blonde tips. His clothes are mostly purple, with tinges of either gold or red around some of the parts. He has a tight shirt that does not cover his midriff.
He wears to what most people call a skirt (because there is no definition better than that) with long leggings (stockings) which is in the style of Aquarius wear (which is also highly suspicious). His eyes are also a ruby red in color.
CHARACTER PERSONALITYAlbel is known as Albel the Wicked for good reason. His actions are often viewed as cruel, for he leaves no prisoners, and he leaves no survivors. He's cold and seemingly anti-social, but Albel could, in theory, if he wanted to. However, he rather push anyone and anything away at an arms length. He seems obsessed in being the strongest.
He can be seen with having a sense of humor, though most of it is dry sarcasm. Albel is self-loathing and highly critical of himself, though it is not apparent nor does he physically show it. He speaks little, and often refers to people as fools, maggots, or worms, and often plays as being superior to almost everyone.
CHARACTER HISTORYAlbel, at 15, was supposed to undergo the ceremony to make him enter the Dragon Brigade. However, in failing to portray his feelings towards the air dragon, he was supposed to die but his father shielded in. Though his father took the brunt of the attack, it still damaged his arm and now wears a gauntlet on his injured arm.
Albel, with the death of his father, had since kept people at arm's length out of fear that he would have to be saved again, and someone else would be hurt in the process. This is where Albel probably developed his wicked personality, and the reason why he wants to become the strongest. While he was the leader of the Black Brigade, he met Fayt and his little lackeys.
Upon meeting them, he let them go, a sign of mercy for once by Albel, since he felt they were weak. He finds them again and fights them but is defeated. Fayt shows the same kind of mercy and Albel was imprisoned when Vox decided to call Albel a traitor. Albel was released and pardoned when helping Fayt and his group and eventually joins them on their merry little adventure.
The main reason for Albel's decision to leave Elicoor II was mainly Fayt, the boy who defeated him. He can't be the strongest if there is another whom had defeated. Even when the group split up, he always remained with Fayt for that same reason.
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headlamps making patterns on the wall ,,
THE IC SECTION
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headlamps making patterns on the wall ,,
THE IC SECTION
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"Hello there. You've just arrived in the Distorted World. Why don't you tell me your name, and the first thought going through your head right now?""Albel Nox, and whether you're worth my time, fool."
"That's certainly interesting... forgive me if I don't know what to say to that. So tell me, where are you from?""Do I look like I do idle chatter, fool? (Elicoor II)"
"Can't say I've ever heard of it. Well, tell me about yourself. What do you do? What are some of your likes and dislikes?""Tch. I hate you, does that count? I do enjoy killing, fighting, and becoming stronger. I despise that fool, Vox, and maggots."
"Ah, that's amazing! And not only do we have some things in common, you're quite the looker, too, aren't you?""Do you want to die, fool?"
"There's no need to be shy. They always say, if you've got it, flaunt it, right? Anyway, enough about that. Who are you allied with?""I say the Agent of Chaos has a nice ring to it."
"I'm sure you have your reasons... Oh, on another note, how tall are you?""Tall enough."(I actually have no idea ;-; LIGHT HOW TALL IS HE.)
"Drat! Just four inches too tall. Although... hmm, would you mind if I asked you on a date? Don't worry, I'll buy.""Not even if you were the last person on the world. Actually, no. Last person in existence."
"Finding a venue might be a bit difficult, anyway, since I have no idea where we are... tell me where this is, again?""Like I care, fool." (Alexandria)
"Ah, how could I forget? I'd love to vacation here someday, when it's not so foggy... It's scenic, you know?""Hmph."
"Well, thank you for the lovely conversation! I'm afraid I'll have to be leaving you, though, since I'm going to explode in about three seconds anyway. Buh-bye now!""Good."
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uptown it's dead now but ,,
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uptown it's dead now but ,,
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ROLEPLAYER NAMEScara.
ROLEPLAYER AGEToo old.
EXPERIENCEAround 500 B.C
PASSWORDIT'S GOD DAMN CURAJA, ALRIGHT?
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out here no one seems to care at all ,,
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out here no one seems to care at all ,,
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RP SAMPLE
She allowed the gears to work in his mind; to interrupt a scientist from his mind would prove to have very negative results. She wondered if his terminology was off, or if they had other words depicting the same thing. She doubted that his level of technology he was used to was inferior to hers, yet may be even on the same level, even superior.
He must be a scientist, an analytical one to be frank. there were different kinds of scientists, one that would rather analyze machines rather than people, but he seemed observant on both accounts. "I am an engineer." The answer was simple enough; she dealt with mechanics. She wouldn't reveal she also had a background with science, but that was her mother and father's forte.
Just because she had the knowledge and the mindset of her parents didn't qualify her as a scientist. He didn't take her bait, which she found interesting. Normally, the mind of the scientist would be warped in a way that he would feel upmost confidence to state where he was from. He certainly was different and it truly intrigued her. Then she felt the brush of a skirt.
Florinda reminded herself that she needed to enhance her awareness skills. She had become too lax. Florinda turned as Nayru started her talk. Florinda couldn't help but feel relief in seeing the android had found her. Her navigational skills must be working, and the functions of her body must also be working too with a simple deduction.
However, unlike the other, who was mostly baffled with the android, she took great care into hearing the others words. "That's good knows, for once." She betrayed the hint of amusement in her voice. "Then I can safety say I'm from a planet called Earth." Florinda didn't mind dancing around, but if the opportunity presented itself, she would rather it be straightforward.
Florinda decided to ignore the currently baffled man in favor of Nayru, for now. She kept herself alert this time, so Hope wouldn't be able to do anything, despite her back being turned. So the android was curious...Florinda was aware of this, of course. She always found it so interesting what this android was capable of doing, human-wise or not. "We have. This is Hope, a scientist."
Florinda introduced, in a way, hoping the other would share his own place of origin. She had, after all, and it would not conflict with his own, assuming that he had no idea about her planet, and she did not either. "That's fine. So long as you're okay; I had doubted that anything would have destroyed anything external, but your internal AI and programming seem to be working properly."
Well, as much as it could be. Her power core still needed to be fixed, though Florinda was damned if she knew how to do that...she considered Hope briefly but she found a part of herself resisting the motion. Florinda was a bit over-protective of something she deemed as her charge. However, this wasn't a simple mechanic to subject that she worked on...
It was beyond that. Florinda took a better look at her as her arm shot out, gripping the android's arm and stared at it carefully. "Did you activate your combat AI, by any chance?" That betrayed a hint of worry and concerned; she had estimated that, without proper control, she could certainly wipe this entire area out.
She wondered if the combat AI was also functioning properly; she hadn't recalled an instance that she even had used it before, since Florinda was always there to intervene. With the combat AI possibly stimulated, she wondered if it would snowball from there. How could Florinda figure this out with a simple glance at the android? Florinda had a meticulous eye, being not only a scientist in heart but a mechanic, and knew almost every detail (though somewhat creepy if Nayru wasn't an android).
And she noticed that her hands appeared different, somehow. And Florinda only could assume it was combat, given her own experience to how her own hands would looked if she dispatched someone. Despite owning a lethal weapon, Florinda much preferred a non-lethal way of doing things if the chance arises that combat was necessary. She let go of the arm and finally turned her attention back to Hope.
