Post by Raven on Aug 21, 2011 23:21:40 GMT -5
Name: Johnathan Zero
Nickname: Tank, or Faust.
Age:26
What sort of animal do you shift into: Land: White Tiger. Water: Great White.
Shifter type: Hybrid
Animal description:
Physical description: Tank stands at around 6'4, combat boots laced upwards to about his calf's hidden under tight, yet semi-loose black standard military pants, A dark green 'muscle shirt/wife beater' covering his upper torso, muscle shifting with each movement he makes, weighing in at 378 he was a force to be reckoned with. Steele Grey eyes normally imitating a look of 'ice' a very thin military cut for dark brown hair.
Fears: Fear of dying, by something landing on him from the sky.
Likes: Intelligence.
Trees
Water
Dislikes: Stupidity.
People that say 'And like'
People that make smacking noises with their mouths.
Special talents: Enhanched speed.
Enhanced sight.
Enhanced smell.
Enhanced power.
In any form.
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Date: ***, 30, 2011; Bio established.:
Tank grew up in a very violent family, mother was a heroin addict, father was an abusive drunk, it was a matter of survive, or die. So he worked out daily, went to school, got into fights, never made friends. He hated. EVERYONE. Such was the life of the young man. He grew up, joined the military. And vanished. His very name removed from the records across the nation, the man in question ; didn't exist;.. The military experimented on him in 'classified locations' Underground labs really, the smell of sulfur everywhere. On the day in question of his vanis--- Error. Data removed....
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Anything else: Tank has a nervous tick. When scared, he will quote Faust.
Rp example:Launch code; 7125-zd4 Omega code; Zath. Protocol; Hatch release, awaken..
Falling out of launch, the massive ship lurched, sending loose particles, and bedding flying into the foundation of the walls. It stopped a quarter of a mile from the mountain, voices echoed within the darkness as the single tube within the center of the ship hissed, a thick smoke filled the air, the smell itself that of decay. A blue light hummed to life within the tube itself as a loud crack resounded throughout the ship. The see-through lid opening upwards as the tube continued to depressurize. The air within the room seemed to grow thin, as if the oxygen itself was being sucked from the room. Sputtering and gasping being heard as within the tube itself, Sanguine eyes formed behind opening lids. A dark grin slipped across the pale, bow lips of the person within the chamber.
Hands rose, fingers pressing into the metallic frame of the tube as he pushed himself upwards, groaning of straining metal as his fingertips crushed the foundation on a cellular level. Standing at his full height he chuckled, the noise dark, and hollow. His energy vanished allowing the oxygen to remend as those surviving upon the ship were allowed to breathe one more. The pitiful sound of his own 'allies' sputtering for breath annoyed him as he walked to the back of the ship, hopped to the lower level, and began his walk to the front. Black gloves came from his pockets, to slide upon his hands, the cloak of Ryuujin being ripped off the wall as he placed it around him, two clasps latching together almost upon their own accord. This, the next set in the sequence. This fight is what everything had amounted to.
Sanguine optics pulsed in the darkness, the luminosity behind his eyes looking like a thunder crack across a dark sky. Azure, Abigor, Obelisk. Blades, claw, weapons, extensions. The sigil of Valt'orin shuddered to life, green pigmentation discoloring his skin from head to toe as the memory core came to life. His hands pressed into the sides of the ship, the compartment narrow, almost invisible. He allowed his voice to carry, his orders absolute even for the consciousness of the god locked within this 'ship like' design. He'd need it later, he was sure of it. This wasn't a 'party' this wasn't just 'any' foe. No, this was a long term venture, and one that would determine everything, or nothing. " Avalanche, code Sigma. Do not disappoint me. Understand?" In response to his question the ship shuddered, and groaned, the hologram of people that existed without 'existing' vanished as he slipped into the chamber and let his eyes close once more.
Hissing as the lid crashed down, metal latching into place. A solid beam of light, emerged from the open port at the front of the massive ship and aimed down at the mountain, the ship lurched once more as it discharged the payload out the port. The light vanished the moment the discharge took place, shields coming online. Anti-matter sub layers forming under that as Raven's body met chill air. Sanguine optics opened, body battered by frigid wind as he was shot at a collision course for the mountain, not the peak, nor the base. Near the middle. His body twisted as he took control of his path by this point.
Purple cloaking snapped the air violently behind him clasped around his neck, as feet lowered into inches he allowed his mind to open, everything finally falling into place. His body landed, a massive CRACK displacing the air as he landed, his foot-falls seemed to embed within the very foundation of the mountain, the vectors around his feet changing a second before landing, the initiation of the vector reversal caused him to compress the molecules of the mountain into a dome like shape as he grinned. The cloak falling silent around him, even in the dense air. His voice carried, a taunt, or perhaps a joke. Only the reaction of the one it was meant for would be known. A fervor of blood lust formed behind the eyes of the man now standing there, clad in black minus the cloak, one could deem him the clone of the man hiding within the weather as he fell silent, body alert. listening, waiting.
Nickname: Tank, or Faust.
Age:26
What sort of animal do you shift into: Land: White Tiger. Water: Great White.
Shifter type: Hybrid
Animal description:
Physical description: Tank stands at around 6'4, combat boots laced upwards to about his calf's hidden under tight, yet semi-loose black standard military pants, A dark green 'muscle shirt/wife beater' covering his upper torso, muscle shifting with each movement he makes, weighing in at 378 he was a force to be reckoned with. Steele Grey eyes normally imitating a look of 'ice' a very thin military cut for dark brown hair.
Fears: Fear of dying, by something landing on him from the sky.
Likes: Intelligence.
Trees
Water
Dislikes: Stupidity.
People that say 'And like'
People that make smacking noises with their mouths.
Special talents: Enhanched speed.
Enhanced sight.
Enhanced smell.
Enhanced power.
In any form.
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Date: ***, 30, 2011; Bio established.:
Tank grew up in a very violent family, mother was a heroin addict, father was an abusive drunk, it was a matter of survive, or die. So he worked out daily, went to school, got into fights, never made friends. He hated. EVERYONE. Such was the life of the young man. He grew up, joined the military. And vanished. His very name removed from the records across the nation, the man in question ; didn't exist;.. The military experimented on him in 'classified locations' Underground labs really, the smell of sulfur everywhere. On the day in question of his vanis--- Error. Data removed....
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Warning, Warning, Incoming message: Bio not obtainable, removed by unknown personal
<System purge. Data removed. Powering off.>
Anything else: Tank has a nervous tick. When scared, he will quote Faust.
Rp example:Launch code; 7125-zd4 Omega code; Zath. Protocol; Hatch release, awaken..
Falling out of launch, the massive ship lurched, sending loose particles, and bedding flying into the foundation of the walls. It stopped a quarter of a mile from the mountain, voices echoed within the darkness as the single tube within the center of the ship hissed, a thick smoke filled the air, the smell itself that of decay. A blue light hummed to life within the tube itself as a loud crack resounded throughout the ship. The see-through lid opening upwards as the tube continued to depressurize. The air within the room seemed to grow thin, as if the oxygen itself was being sucked from the room. Sputtering and gasping being heard as within the tube itself, Sanguine eyes formed behind opening lids. A dark grin slipped across the pale, bow lips of the person within the chamber.
Hands rose, fingers pressing into the metallic frame of the tube as he pushed himself upwards, groaning of straining metal as his fingertips crushed the foundation on a cellular level. Standing at his full height he chuckled, the noise dark, and hollow. His energy vanished allowing the oxygen to remend as those surviving upon the ship were allowed to breathe one more. The pitiful sound of his own 'allies' sputtering for breath annoyed him as he walked to the back of the ship, hopped to the lower level, and began his walk to the front. Black gloves came from his pockets, to slide upon his hands, the cloak of Ryuujin being ripped off the wall as he placed it around him, two clasps latching together almost upon their own accord. This, the next set in the sequence. This fight is what everything had amounted to.
Sanguine optics pulsed in the darkness, the luminosity behind his eyes looking like a thunder crack across a dark sky. Azure, Abigor, Obelisk. Blades, claw, weapons, extensions. The sigil of Valt'orin shuddered to life, green pigmentation discoloring his skin from head to toe as the memory core came to life. His hands pressed into the sides of the ship, the compartment narrow, almost invisible. He allowed his voice to carry, his orders absolute even for the consciousness of the god locked within this 'ship like' design. He'd need it later, he was sure of it. This wasn't a 'party' this wasn't just 'any' foe. No, this was a long term venture, and one that would determine everything, or nothing. " Avalanche, code Sigma. Do not disappoint me. Understand?" In response to his question the ship shuddered, and groaned, the hologram of people that existed without 'existing' vanished as he slipped into the chamber and let his eyes close once more.
Hissing as the lid crashed down, metal latching into place. A solid beam of light, emerged from the open port at the front of the massive ship and aimed down at the mountain, the ship lurched once more as it discharged the payload out the port. The light vanished the moment the discharge took place, shields coming online. Anti-matter sub layers forming under that as Raven's body met chill air. Sanguine optics opened, body battered by frigid wind as he was shot at a collision course for the mountain, not the peak, nor the base. Near the middle. His body twisted as he took control of his path by this point.
Purple cloaking snapped the air violently behind him clasped around his neck, as feet lowered into inches he allowed his mind to open, everything finally falling into place. His body landed, a massive CRACK displacing the air as he landed, his foot-falls seemed to embed within the very foundation of the mountain, the vectors around his feet changing a second before landing, the initiation of the vector reversal caused him to compress the molecules of the mountain into a dome like shape as he grinned. The cloak falling silent around him, even in the dense air. His voice carried, a taunt, or perhaps a joke. Only the reaction of the one it was meant for would be known. A fervor of blood lust formed behind the eyes of the man now standing there, clad in black minus the cloak, one could deem him the clone of the man hiding within the weather as he fell silent, body alert. listening, waiting.
