OOC: 2013 The Altered.

Not a bad character but being invulnerable might not be suggested, you shouldn't be completely invulnerable but other then that a energy force field is kinda nifty.
 
Hanzo is not vulnerable in the typical sence when we think of getting hurt or sick. While He "appears" to be invulnerable He couldn't withstand an atomic bomb, Nor can he shoot lazer beams from his eyes. His body simply can absorb,manipulate and transfer all kinds of energy. He won't absorb your life force if you touch him by accident but if he concentrated he could conciously sap your energy. I imagine he could create some kind of energy field to protect himself if he really tried hard enough.
 
Hanzo is not vulnerable in the typical sence when we think of getting hurt or sick. While He "appears" to be invulnerable He couldn't withstand an atomic bomb, Nor can he shoot lazer beams from his eyes. His body simply can absorb,manipulate and transfer all kinds of energy. He won't absorb your life force if you touch him by accident but if he concentrated he could conciously sap your energy. I imagine he could create some kind of energy field to protect himself if he really tried hard enough.

So at least we could still nuke the bastard if'n he gets all uppity and stuff. :D
 
*note to self...do not read Mantra's posts when drinking anything... may result in spewage*

Hahaha I was thinking the same thing. My kid looked at me like I was crazy when I started laughing out loud.
 
Father Denning

40 years old
6'0"
200 lbs
brown hair
blue eyes
pale white

Father Denning isn't really a Father at all, he used to be a mortician until the water born virus started plaguing the world and the New Race of Altereds rose from the Ashes of Humanity. When Denning contracted the Virus, he locked himself in the basement of the funeral home in which he worked and prayed to be Reborn Anew. His prayers were answered and he rose after three days, taking it as a sign of Divinity, he searched his mind, body and soul for his Gift from God to no avail. Could it be, had God brough him through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, just to leave him just as weak and vulnerable as any mortal? He cast himself down upon the cold brow of a young woman executed in the street just for being Altered and prayed. Prayed to her as though she were the Virgin Mary. It was then that he discovered his Gift, while weeping tears of anguish and torment. Private thoughts, intimate memories, and all the things, Denning concluded, that made this young woman who she was in life flooded his mind. Her being... Her soul... Was within him now... Even her end, especially that. The cold terror she felt just before... But Father Denning rose, kissed her brow softly one last time, knowing then what he must do...
 
Father Denning

40 years old
6'0"
200 lbs
brown hair
blue eyes
pale white

Father Denning isn't really a Father at all, he used to be a mortician until the water born virus started plaguing the world and the New Race of Altereds rose from the Ashes of Humanity. When Denning contracted the Virus, he locked himself in the basement of the funeral home in which he worked and prayed to be Reborn Anew. His prayers were answered and he rose after three days, taking it as a sign of Divinity, he searched his mind, body and soul for his Gift from God to no avail. Could it be, had God brough him through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, just to leave him just as weak and vulnerable as any mortal? He cast himself down upon the cold brow of a young woman executed in the street just for being Altered and prayed. Prayed to her as though she were the Virgin Mary. It was then that he discovered his Gift, while weeping tears of anguish and torment. Private thoughts, intimate memories, and all the things, Denning concluded, that made this young woman who she was in life flooded his mind. Her being... Her soul... Was within him now... Even her end, especially that. The cold terror she felt just before... But Father Denning rose, kissed her brow softly one last time, knowing then what he must do...

AWESOME character!
 
Father Denning

40 years old
6'0"
200 lbs
brown hair
blue eyes
pale white

Father Denning isn't really a Father at all, he used to be a mortician until the water born virus started plaguing the world and the New Race of Altereds rose from the Ashes of Humanity. When Denning contracted the Virus, he locked himself in the basement of the funeral home in which he worked and prayed to be Reborn Anew. His prayers were answered and he rose after three days, taking it as a sign of Divinity, he searched his mind, body and soul for his Gift from God to no avail. Could it be, had God brough him through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, just to leave him just as weak and vulnerable as any mortal? He cast himself down upon the cold brow of a young woman executed in the street just for being Altered and prayed. Prayed to her as though she were the Virgin Mary. It was then that he discovered his Gift, while weeping tears of anguish and torment. Private thoughts, intimate memories, and all the things, Denning concluded, that made this young woman who she was in life flooded his mind. Her being... Her soul... Was within him now... Even her end, especially that. The cold terror she felt just before... But Father Denning rose, kissed her brow softly one last time, knowing then what he must do...


Massive points for creativity!!! I love it!!!
 
Sorry for the short posts. I am trying to allow for character interaction!
 
Sorry haven't posted today...my life has been too over whelming lately and I guess it got to me today. I'll try to post by tomorrow but so far it's not looking all that great. :( My muse is such a Bitch today.
 
forgive me I am a little preoccupied with the real world right now but I will get back soon.
 
(Waving my arms and jumping up and down) I could really use some interaction here... (Punches Mistress' muse in the boob for being such a bitch and hurts his hand by doing so.)
 
(Waving my arms and jumping up and down) I could really use some interaction here...


Well if you're feeling froggy, there's some dumbass lying out back by the dumpsters, bleeding......

Oh yeah, be nice to boobs, cause they're nice to look at...
 
Will post later this evening. Have a house full of sick people :(

Misty is having issues getting online and hopefully that will be remedied as well!
 
Mistress's computer is up and running again, hence me being able to post! She said she'll post tomorrow, not sure when though because her grandmother past away Halloween morning and the funeral is tomorrow.
 
Name: Goes by her nickname "Amp"
Age: 26
Height: 5'0ft
Weight: 98lbs
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Green

Abilities: Can control manipulate and make sound. Ranging from playing her favorite song as loud as she wants to bouncing sound waves off some one so hard bones can break.

Occupation: Currently a DJ

History: Amps worked for a club a block from the coffee shop. The clubs owner was deeply engraved in underground crime and rades on the area. Amps came to him a lost wounded sick with the Virus and he took her in knowing what would happen if she survived but not what she might be able to do. now she works or worked for her savior but has just informed him she will be quitting will he just let his sound system leave?
 
I am quite sorry but for what ever reason I can't get myself to write, right now. So I am not going to be in this thread. I am quite sorry.
 
Is it too late for me to join in, I feel my creative juices flowing again lately and its been a while since I was in a RP

Name: Omega, currently calling herself Penny

Age: Approximately 22

Height: 5'4"

Appearance: Cold gray/bue eyes and long blonde hair, slender

Abilities: Short range teleportation; she can instantly jump through intervening space, though the further she jumps the more it drains her.

Background: She is a product of war, bred in a lab to become an assassin, to locate and eliminate enemy leaders and silence outspeakers, she was kept away from human interaction and kept on a regime of drugs and hypnotherapy that kept her compliant. However on a mission near the end of the war she went mysteriously missing, presumed to be killed enroute as her target was seen still alive.

Recently Omega has been seen wandering streets by vagrants, stealing what she needs as she tries to find an identity to call her own.

Traits: She is a quick learner and is rarely social but has developed a quick wit to fit in with others. She is well trained but seeks to often rebel against it.
 
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It's ok Cats, we'll work around it. I'm sorry I haven't been posting guys. first my laptop power supply died (Again) and then one of my Mamaws died so I've been dealing with a lot of stuff at home. I'll try to work something up tomorrow if not late tonight, depends on how my kid is acting. I'm sorry.

And yes more players are welcome!
 
Dr. Patell

Age:47
Height: 5'8
Hair color: Black w/ grey
Eyes:Brown
Body Type:Middle aged

Dr. patell came to America to study medicine when he was 22 yrs old. He immigrated on a H1C visa and won a scholarship to colombia. after graduating with honors he applied to Johns Hopkins and was accepted.
Considered by most of his professors as havng a gift for Endocrinology, he was cherry picked by a large pharmacutical company, Eli Lilly.

He worked for Eli Lilly over 10years and while his superiors wanted him to get more invovled in management of special projects, his love was for pure science. Becoming disolutioned with the corporations obsession with manipulation of human DNA strands he resigned and turned to practicing basic medicine to try and make a difference in the world 1 person at a time.

He lost his family durring the initial outbreak and spent the last 2 yrs roaming from city to city like a ship with no anchor. He recently signed on at the clinic as general practitioner, nuts and bolts medicine.
 
You may just need to give some of the others time to come on and respond, I don't think it's been cancelled
 
Man Down

*shrugs*

Personally, I'm kinda stuck behind a dumpster, bleeding.


That's what I mean, where the hell is everybody else? The other players gonna just let you bleed to death behind a dumpster? Dam that's cold. Hey Doc, where the frack are you? Man down.
 
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