About

I was clearly a crazy kid. Looking back on it all, I regret not much, although it was fun to argue with complete dickheads, not saying I wasn't one of them some of the times.

I've changed alot. I'm a different person for sure now. This is wild to come back and see all this. For what its worth, all these characters should be considered DEAD and gone. I ain't using none of them, ******** it. But Ill keep it here because its cool to see all the over powered s**t I had lol. It was fun to rp, like they were kinda like my own personal little action figures. I even met some people I learned to care about on here, even love. So weird, but true. Anyways, I hope to find some decent RP while I'm slinging through. Cheers!

Everything below is to be considered null/void/ten year old s**t that ain't being used. But you can read it if ya want. :3

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Name: 'Stains'

Age: 34

Race: Bio-modified human

Before this I: Was a Ranger for the U.S. Army. Three tours later and a hefty dishonorable discharge left me without work until a group known as the Red Council brought me in under a shadow corporation to perform high level executive hits on several premier world leaders. I gained years of my life back working underground as an on-site mercenary and stalwart hitman for the Council and through heavy bio-augmentation became one of their lead hunters. Unfortunately several of my augmentations have malfunctioned since my time of leave from the company. Without proper maintenance my mind has degenerated to a point of near delusion. I am reckless, determined..

Yet completely, utterly insane.

Stuck in the manifold of a child on cocaine, my mind wavers between serious bouts of depression and brooding to psychopathic/demented, my personality beyond my own control. Now I fall to the Narrator in my mind, allowing him to write the story unfolding before, well, my eyes!

Weapons: Two folded steel katanas of the highest make/ Two semi-automatic M1911 pistols/ Two fully automatic back holstered SMGs/ Several belt latched grenades and smoke bombs/ Di-tex nigh unbreakable rappelling rope/ condoms/ random useless instruments of entertainment/perversion

Abilities: Due to his bio augmentations he has the following traits:

1. Indefatigable: It is almost impossible to tire Stains out.

2. Super strength: He is as a strong as a full grown Burmese Tiger.

3. Fast as Hell: He can easily outdistance even the Earth's most elite athletes with ease and pizazz.

4. Medium Healing Factor: Moderate cuts and gashes heal in minutes, and more severe injuries take hours if not days. If given time however he can heal from virtually any injury short of decapitation.

5. Incredible hand to hand combat skill: A master of most forms of killing stuff, he combines a plethora of the universe's utmost badass fighting styles into one mishmash of ******** YOU UP. He is also a highly proficient grappler, because anyone wearing a mask has to be good at wrestling.

6. Instant weapon know how: It doesn't matter what it is. If it can shoot stuff, stab stuff, or beat the gnar gnar out of stuff, Stains is already a master of using it. His skill using blade type weapons is on par with master level shinobi, his skill with firearms just as equally impressive if not more so. He is also effective using blunt objects of any shape and size. The bigger, the better.

7. Super-human balance/coordination: Yep. Pretty much says it all right there. The grace of a cat and the coordination of a striking eagle. Or something.

8. Energy field of anti-magic: Wizards are lame. So Stain's invented a suit modification to combat magic! It only works for one arch-type at a time though, and it takes a full day to attune it to said magic type. (Fire, water, light, dark, etc.) The field is therefore attuned obviously before combat and with ample knowledge of the battle to come!

9. Insanity: Stains is insane due to his bio-augmentations. As they degrade and grow old along with him their many malfunctions have begun to screw his brain up pretty badly, making him mildly schizophrenic/ paranoid. Also he suffers from intense delusions of self entitlement, narcissism, and terrifying perversion

Gangs: No current affiliation/Sold to the highest paying gang/syndicate.
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Character Name: Ill
Type: Extra-dimensional symbiote/being
Personality: Unknown.
Origin: One of the first star collapsers, Ill has for eons devoured the remnants of dying stars to sustain its undying hunger and to sate the growing intensity within its ultra-compacted ‘heart’; a super black hole of ever perplexing density and instability.
Abilities: Ill is indestructible by conventional physical/corporeal means. Magick/Arcana/Extra-sensory abilities dealing in energy of most any kind have little to no effect upon it, and to attempt to destroy its corporeal form is simply a wasted effort, as he can reform even in the wake of nuclear fallout, albeit several seconds later. Able to live in suspended animation, Ill doesn’t need oxygen to survive in the vacuum of space or upon a planet surface, feeding primarily on the anti-matter submerged within the deepest parts of dying star clusters for its source of sustainability. The star eating monstrosity can take any matter and collapse it, ultimately making it a harbinger of destruction and perilous fear. It does not kill without reason however. An ancient being, Ill does not lack a sense of self preservation, for itself or others it deems worthy of its omnipotent presence. It can take literally any form it chooses, but most often is seen as a near translucent conglomeration of crimson light most effectively described as a, ‘space’ dragon. Other forms it takes are often mimics of whatever it comes in contact with, and its ability to mimic voice patterns and understand subject matter it has never seen before is astounding at best.
Ill cannot read minds.
Ill cannot stop objects with its ‘mind,’ for it has no mind, only a collective consciousness that has evolved over eons of self-reflection and extra-dimensional manipulation. It can however hover objects and propel them at near light speed, including itself, if need be by using the multiple planet sized electromagnetic fields contained within its constantly churning bowels. Ill can lash out with reality distorting ‘tendrils’ of near infinite length, and is capable of devouring any and all corporeal to non-corporeal beings, though it most likely wouldn’t unless severely aggravated.
Ill can sing more beautifully then any natural voice, for it has the range of several thousand ‘humans’ at once. It’s call is said to be the most haunting in the known verses, and an omen of its coming.
Ill can create life as easily as it can take it away. It is capable of raising the dead, removing diseases, curing infections, and destroying viruses utterly and completely. It is also capable of changing the physical appearance of anything or anyone at will, painlessly. It is highly in control of its abilities however and is not prone to manipulating that which lives already, as it sees such change as abominable to its own pseudo-righteous image. Ill is also capable of manipulating atoms at a sub-atomic level, and can see into multiple layers of reality at once.
Ill does not devour planets. If it did the universe as a whole would have collapsed upon itself long ago, and only it and the few other extra-dimensional beings traversing the verses would exist.
Ill feels no true emotions, though it can see them like light waves on the air around most beings. It is capable of manipulating these light waves, or even eating them. It mimics emotions it sees, and in effect has created a portfolio of various emotions and appearances to give off to create an optimal level of serenity around those it wishes to come in contact with.
Ill is neither benevolent or malevolent; Ill is simply Ill, and whatever choice is made is simply made, not driven by any outer forces or inner disputes.
Ill has no concept of time as it is ageless.
Weaknesses: Ill has a hunger that must be sustained often. If it cannot reach a star to settle into within a three year period from its last harvest, Ill will die, compact into a mega ton neutron star, and destroy the known universe. That being said Ill has no concept of time, only of hunger that ticks like a time bomb in his deepest of hearts, a thudding that grows rapid when the time comes for him to travel once more to devour another foreign star body. Other then this…He is unkillable, unassailable, and all around impervious to death.
That being said Ill does not kill. The only violence he proceeds to invoke is upon star clusters and celestial bodies, NOT sentient beings.
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Character name(s): Matt and Kyle

Alias: The Brothers

Class: Eldritch

Level of Abomination: Horrors

Race: Gruel/symbiote to flesh golems

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral leaning towards Evil

Place of Origin: Unknown

Age(s): Unknown

Appearance: The brothers are the same height of 6’9 and appear in their hidden forms as massive, Russian-esque styled men with burly chests and grossly muscular arms. Matt is bald and Kyle has a short blonde bowl cut. The two lack eyes for that is the call sign of a Gruel. They are technically undead and should be classified as such although they do not cavort with other undead entities, aka liches, zombies, ghouls, etc. When revealed their mouths are seen to be filled with row after row of serrated teeth like the maw of a shark, their lips curling back inhumanly to compensate for the size of their immense pearly whites. Their skin is a constant greying hue and a stench of sweet rot seems to always perpetuate from their forms at most any given hour.

Personalities: The Brothers are gentlemen, plain and simple. Remaining deadpan on most occasions their voices never break over a light conversationalist tone. They are very well mannered in all aspects of etiquette, and have even been known to make kings and queens feel out of place due to their impeccable grade of class and mannerism. The only downfall of this personality trait is the fact they are literally man-eaters. Polite as pie, that doesn’t change the fact the two have consumed millions of men, women, children, and animals through a wanton menagerie of murderous expositions throughout the Gaia verse and beyond. Monster in man-suits as they oft refer to themselves when revealed/exposed, the two are known for their blunt honesty, even in the face of obvious adversity and ridicule. They know no fear, and have yet to come across a being strong enough or smart enough to stop their silent reign of terror.

At least, not without getting eaten first.

Abilities/Matt: Matt’s only ability is Pyro-slipping. Essentially anything he touches can then be consumed by flame with a sealing motion. In this case, the motion is a simple snap of his fingers. The flame is a simple one and there is nothing arcane about it say for the fact it instantaneously combust unto whatever Matt has previously touched. The flame is incredibly hard to put out without arcane influence, and even then the flame is all consuming. Most often a limb or more must be amputated to prevent the fire from devouring whatever organism it has unfortunately laid claim to as a whole.

Matt feels no pain. His skin, bones, and limbs are able to regenerate within minutes if not seconds depending on the severity of said injury. He is a much faster healer then his brother, and at least five times stronger. He is much slower than Kyle.

Kyle: Kyle’s only ability is Mage Leech. Whenever he gets close enough to a magick user and is able to physically grasp/touch them, invisible ‘stingers’ will protrude from his palms in sharp jutting arcs to ‘jab’ into said arcane wielders. The stinger does not attack the physical however; it in turn taps into the user’s mana pool, effectively shutting down their arcane abilities. This also instantly weakens most magick users by robbing them of their stamina, which most likely was also enhanced by their magical prowess. Kyle is exceptionally fast, yet much weaker than his brother. He shares the same healing factor as Matt, yet cannot regenerate limbs without the help of his brother. He also is immune to pain.

Shared Abilities: The Brothers can both, at will, become Gruels. A Gruel is an eight foot long armored beast with claws the size of fighting daggers and plating as tough as solid stone. Their mouths can open to epic proportions, and their brutality along with their keen relentlessness is second to none. They are both capable of unleashing bladed tails sharp as razor's edge from their chute styled inner spines directly under their back plating...

In such forms they should be seen as extremely dangerous/murderous.

Both brothers are also nearly immune to all forms of arcana due to their golem nature, their flesh impervious to almost all spells/curses/ afflictions of arcana. They are a spell casters worst nightmare, essentially.

Weaknesses: The brothers can be only killed by obliteration of the physical. One must pull them completely apart, decimate the sum of those parts, then burn them in Higher Flame, an immaterial energy from the land where hence they came: The land of nightmares. The dream world…
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Name: The ******** Sauce

A note on the name: ((Yes, his real name is The ******** Sauce. I understand this is almost comical in a sense, even foul, but in his home world such a title is branded to those of incredible malice and power. To be a Sauce is to be one who is broken from a line of demonic lineage, and to be THE ******** Sauce means to be, quite literally, "One who should not be trifled with." The demon God Cadmazan titled him this as his lead general before The Sauce eventually destroyed his fated master in a duel of wits and ultra violence, but he still carries the title in secrecy. He is known by many names...

But yes, sometimes I'm not taken very seriously when I put that name out there, but the reality is he is a character of incredible depth, and his name in no way gives justice to his vast and sordid history. Thanks for understanding!))
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True Name of Power: Bram of Yor

Aliases: The Slayer, The Flayer, The Walking Dickhead, Silent Waters, Murderer, b*****d Master, Killer of Nine, Eater of Every Flesh, The One and Only ******** Sauce, Sauce Boss, The Sauce of Legend, Malfurion, etc...

Gender: Unknown. Probably Male.

Age: Unknown

Height: 6'7

Weight (With armor): 353 pounds

Appearance: (Reference Photo) The ******** Sauce is always adorned in the ruined plate-mail of the fallen Dragon Lord, a full fitted scale mail armor set complete with a chain-mail shawl. The shawl is stitched over by an azure scrap of cloth; it is unknown why this senseless adornment is always upon his person. The desecrated plate mail of the Dragon Lord has been tarnished to a coal black from it's former golden incandescence, not a single splash of color left in it's rusting make. The Sauce's face is a rare sight to behold. Those who have seen it say he bears the likeness of a striking youth, his hair short trimmed and sterling in color, his features sharp yet handsomely predatory in nature. His eyes are constantly a swirling wash of cobalt blue, himself rarely blinking if ever.

Natural Saucy Feats of Unnaturally Saucy proportion!:

Beyond Mortal Strength: The Sauce has strength that cannot be compared to mortal standards for it is well beyond such a minimal comparison. He is capable of hefting cars, bending steel girders, and even breaking the necks of dragons with ease. Slow moving but deliberate in his intentions, the Sauce can rend lamp posts from street corners, split reinforced plate mail with his fingers, and rip through psychic/metaphysical barriers simply through sheer willpower. He is also capable of creating shock waves with his fists and booted feet when greatly angered, the calculated seismic level of his stomping equivalent to that of a miniature earthquake.

His most well known display of strength is his likening to ripping the limbs right off his opponents, then literally beating them to death with their own dismembered parts.

Steel Rhino: ******** Sauce is slow. He moves about as fast as an average man of above average endurance, though he does so with a full suit of armor on his back at all times. Once he gets moving however, it's nigh impossible to stop his locomotive drive through anyone and anything. Few forces in this world are capable of stopping a full fledged on the move Sauce, his ability to run through walls, trees, even pillars of arcane might if need be something to look at and say, 'Holy s**t. That is one potent Sauce.'

Master of Swordplay: A wielder of things big as hell that make mortals cower in fear, the Sauce makes no exceptions when fighting on the go. He is an expert in all forms of blade and blunt edge combat. He is often seen wielding his infamous great-sword, The Shitfire, with great fervor and zealous accusation.

Taker of Pain: A keeper of all pains, the Sauce can take the pain from any aspect of a mortal with a simple, continued touch. He can relieve physical pain and mental ailments, feeding off of such energy to harness more power to his perverted cause of ultimate chaos. Although this ability can be seen in a positive light, most often the Sauce takes the pain from those he has recently cut down, their final moments numbed to blissful nothingness as the Sauce eats away their every feeling, feeding from their misery until one fades into the Boundless Ether.

Feel No Pain: Just that; he feels no pain! Able to take any wound and keep on ticking without the lame mortal effects of shock, the Sauce is a truly terrifying being to behold...Especially after running him through, only to have him continue coming forward!

Meta-physical Abilities
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Chaotic Fission: It's no secret: Something is ******** up with the ******** Sauce. His aura is filled with the negative energy of every opponent he has slain, their souls acting as a second metaphysical skin over the frame of his draconic armor. From this pool of souls he is capable of eliciting a series of terrifying abilities depending on the number of souls he has saved at the current time.
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Ability Zero/Flesh Mender/ Soul Cost ONE : Within seconds of sustaining horrific injury, the Sauce will immediately begin healing using the ancient forbidden words of the low God Cadmazan, his ultimate master and teacher. These words of power mend his flesh and snap bone and sinewy back in place at a cost; a single soul for every use of said power.

Ability One/ Soul Siphon/Soul Cost ONE: After a moment of gathering energy, the Sauce crashes forth death dealing lightning from his writhing fingers, a shrieking flash of perpetual siphon digging into whoever he has targeted for annihilation. This attack weakens aura bound opponents, lessening their strength and sapping their very essence every second this ability is used. This ability can only be used after the Sauce has one soul in his veil, and it only lasts for as long as he has connection with his siphoning lightning, the length of which is around six feet affront him. This attack also dispels undead units. For example, if an opponent is a necromancer who has summoned a zombie, the siphon not only dispels the zombie, but utterly destroys it whilst sapping away it's synergized essence.

Ability Two/Cry of the False Dragon Lord/Soul Cost TWO: A wretched scream erupts from the Sauce's mighty lungs destroying everything in it's singular path. Simple mortals will be killed instantly from the blast of incomprehensible vocal energy; their heads generally explode from the immense pressure shattering over their puny mortal skulls. Metas or bio-augmented warriors are likely to still be severely harmed by the Cry, if not completely knocked on their asses from this most harrowing assault. Generally stronger warriors are left with their ears ringing and their eyes watering, the very breath knocked clean out of them by the Sauce's mighty wail.

Ability Three/Pathos of Devastation/Soul Cost TWO: The Sauce immediately crashes forth like a bullet train, his immense body shuddering forward at incredible speeds. The Sauce only travels ten feet with this motion, but anything caught in the path is generally mauled and left obliterated by this most dangerous technique.

Ability Four/Heart Render/Soul Cost FOUR: In the event the Sauce can culminate an abundance of over four souls into his Veil, something quite horrific occurs! A seven foot tendril breaks from out the center of the Sauce's sternum quite graphically, the barb melded of synergized chaotic energy and the crackling souls of the previously slain. The demonic barb lashes around wildly like a constant whip without rhyme or reason, even slashing across the Sauce's own body, seizing and twitching with an uncontrollable fervor terrifying to behold...

That is, until it catches the scent of a nearby beating heart. At this point the barb stiffens from it's lashing about, the hissing tip searching like a bloodhound to pierce said heart indefinitely, the chaos fueled essence shrouding it's thorned bristles allowing it passage through nearly any surface say for crystal borne synth armor of the highest quality and make. Once the heart is effectively rended through, the punctured being becomes infected by the Sauce's potent Chaos, immediately mutating the victim into a mindless, constantly morphing beast of burden under the Sauce's command.

These mutants are constantly evolving and are extremely dangerous, capable of becoming viciously adapted to most any circumstance. If left unchecked these mutants will seek to join as one eventually, creating an even bigger, deadlier creature of freak-like proportions and tenacity then before.

Corpse Burst/ Soul Cost ZERO: This ability allows the Sauce to immediately cause his mutated slaves to violently explode. Extremely effective, these explosions range in size and proportion depending on the relative weight and size of the mutated host. A single host is on par with a dynamite stick, yet a culmination of three or four into one being is on par with C-4. Anything larger has yet to be recorded...
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Weapon(s): The Sauce wields only one weapon currently, that being a five foot long greatsword infamously dubbed The Shitfire. The blade's two shafted handle can be revved, turning the Iridian steeled blade into a heated edge that constantly rises in temperature. The blade pre-heats to 450 degrees and continues to rise to well over 2000 degrees Fahrenheit, allowing the greatsword far greater ease in rending fleshy opponents into bite size pieces. The arcane blade is also capable of sustaining the life force of any who wield it. Even someone bleeding out will remain alive as long as their fingers clasp it's elongated handle, the chaotic energies living within dangerously sentient and diabolically intent upon control of it's user...

History: Unknown.

Personality: Unknown/ Current database cannot conclude or determine personality at this point in time.