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Name: Testra Tasukan
Species: Yang: Wrath: 5th failure
Age since human end: 16
Age since afterlife birth: 21
Angelic/Demonic: Hell
Alignment: Omega
Human appearance: Testra in his human form stands at around 6ft 3in and is well built and muscular and he weighs roughly 200lbs. He has longish silver/white hair which is usually spiked up, apart from his fringe which is usually swept over his left eye. His eyes are a constant swirl of crimson and black, his left pupil is a slit almost like that of a snake or cats eyes. His nose is misshapen as if it had been broken several times although this is how his nose naturally looks. His mouth is usually twisted into a smirk as he finds most things pathetic. His forearms are covered in scars, his left upper arm, shoulder and chest are covered with a black and deep crimson coloured tribal tattoo which he doesn’t show that often. His skin is pale in comparison to that of the average persons and in certain lights, you could say he looked almost as white as a ghost. He has several piercings, although the two most notable are the large flesh tunnels in both of his ear lobes. His other piercing includes snake bites in his lips, which he has two spiked rings through and a small stud in his left eyebrow.
He usually wears a pair of baggy jeans which are worn through at the knees in several places, they are grubby and are several shades darker than when they where new. On his feet he wears a pair of black bucky lasek vans high top trainers which having light blue and pink/purple tubing round the upper parts, the left foots lace is a bright blue colour and the right foot has a plain black lace. He usually wears a black and grey chequered t-shirt which has a collar which is usually folded down, he has a skinny fit tie round his neck with one symbol in the center at the bottom. He also usually wears a hoodie with a white skeleton on the front and also on the hood which zips up fully covering his face, there are two eye holes and a mouth hole with netting across so his eyes and mouth cannot be fully seen. Visible in the rib cage of the skeleton on the front of the hoodie is a purple heart which is split as if to represent a broken heart, he chose the hoodie because it represents his feeling around people and his life before he died. When he doesn’t have the hood zipped up fully he usually wears a slouchy style beanie hat and a bandana to cover his mouth.
Around his neck he wears a silver cross which has the words destruction written down the center of it. He also has several rings across his fingers, all in all he has five on his left and four on his right, eight of the rings are simple gold or silver bands with a simple pattern engraved into it. The last ring is something that was given to him when his father passed away, when he was still alive that is. It is a large platinum ring with which is studded with several gems, being two diamonds to the left and right of a large sapphire in the center, around the gems has been carved an inscription in Latin, although Testra doesn’t actually know what it means, he knows it was something that kept his father’s faith in himself over the years until his death.

True appearance: Testra’s true appearance is dependent on how threatened he feels by a person.
His first true form is similar to his human form although his hair is shorter and the colour changes to a deep crimson colour which is usually in small spikes, his skin becomes cracked and a glow is emitted from between the cracks in his skin. His eyes change to an eerie glowing colour, similar to the glow from a flame. His teeth become sharper and pointier and his hands become contorted and his fingers narrow at the tips starting to form claws. The first signs of the bone manipulation can be seen as the bones in his fingers a pressed against the surface of his skin and can be turned into weapons.
His second stage of his true form is that of a semi humanoid looking creature all traces of hair and skin are now gone as it has been replaced with an almost magma like appearance with cracks running all over his body like veins in the rock like substance that has replaced his skin. His eyes are now flaming balls in his eye sockets although snake like pupils can still be seen amidst the flames in a piercing green colour. At the corner of his eyes there are scorch marks from the flames which burn ragingly in his eye sockets. His teeth are now fully fledged fangs and are as sharp as razor blades. He has started to sprout a tail which is forked at the tip with razor sharp barbs growing from them. On his back he has started to sprout a single white wing with crimson tipped feathers. He stands at the same height as his human form. His bones are now available to form into armour.
The final stage of Testra’s true form is that of a crimson and black skinned creature with a large white and crimson tipped feathered wing growing from his back. His eyes are no longer flames but are pentagonal shaped pupils with a slit in the centre through which the firey glow can still be seen. His teeth now protrude from behind his lips and are twice as sharp as his second stage. His tail is now fully formed and has large barbed bulbous shapes at the end of each of the forks. He now has a long flowing main of pure white hair which reaches down to the middle of his back although this is normally held in place of a pony tail with several ringlets carved from bone at different intervals along the pony tail. His feet are bare and his toes are now formed into claws. His hands are also formed into claws with his thumb being shifted slightly further down his wrists. He also has a runic pattern emblazoned on his bare chest which glows with an eerie white light. He stands at an extra foot and a half above his human form putting him at 7ft 10.5in. He weighs almost 260lbs with all the extra muscle he carries when he is in his true form. In this form he is usually covered with an armour he has formed from his own bone to cover his stomach, chest and forearms as well as a single band of bone which reaches up the center of his back, from which he can form a protective shell around himself. The palms of his hands have two small mouths in from which he can create blasts of sound.

Personality: Cold
Weapon(s):
Human Form: In his human form Testra uses a smaller form of a blade he uses when in his true form. The blade is small enough to fit inside the sheath he has strapped on his back. He can also use weak forms of magic although he barely does for it attracts unwanted attention to himself.
True Form: His bones, Testra can expand and form new bones as long as they are formed from any of his exposed bone armour or the band of bone running up his back which is fused into his actual bones. Magic is one of Testra’s main weapons that he uses for he finds it strangely satisfying when he doesn’t have to physically touch his foes. He also carries a large crimson and gold blade embossed with ancient incantations from a forgotten civilisation.
Magic and abilities: Testra has many Abilities’ and Magic’s he uses.
Magic’s: Testra has control over the elements although he is more adept in dealing with fire he can control all elements to a certain degree.
Fire: Testra can summon fire at will and can form different attacks based on different circumstances and current state he is fighting in.
Flamepool: He can create a whirlpool of flame which sucks up his opponents, with which he uses one hand to maintain the whirlpool of flame whilst he uses his other hand to create a column of his bone which he then splits into several dozen barbs which he then launches into the flame with his opponent, hopefully shredding his opponent in the process.
Fireball: This is a pretty self explanatory attack with which Testra launches a single ball of white hot flame at his opponent, these can vary in size and speed with which they are thrown at the opponent, this attack can also be controlled as if it was a cruise controlled missile which homes in on its target.
Flaming Spear: This requires Testra to have formed his bone shield around himself for this attack to succeed, he then leaps into the air and begins spinning rapidly as he homes in on his opponent just as he is about to hit his opponent he summons a large stream of fire which hopefully incapacitates his opponent allowing for his opponent not to have brought up their guard.
Flame Whip: This is another pretty self explanatory attack which involves Testra forming a whip from his bone and coating it in flame, cutting and burning his opponent where ever it hits.
Water: Testra has nowhere near as much control of water as he does over the element of fire, but that doesn’t stop him trying to improvise attacks involving water.
Earth: Testra has nowhere near as much control of earth as he does over the element of fire, but that doesn’t stop him trying to improvise attacks involving earth.
Energy: Testra has nowhere near as much control of energy as he does over the element of fire, but that doesn’t stop him trying to improvise attacks involving energy.
Air: Testra has nowhere near as much control of air as he does over the element of fire, but that doesn’t stop him trying to improvise attacks involving air.
Sound: This is the only other element that Testra has any form of true control over. He can create blasts of ultrasonic vibrations that have enough force to create light damage against his enemies. Although he can create a larger blast, but this comes with the side effect of deafening himself temporarily.
Abilitie’s: Testra has many abilities and uses most on a day to day basis just to keep himself where and how he is. Most of his abilities revolve around combat but he also uses some abilities to mask his true form etc. from others of his kind.
Agility: Testra’s agility is no match for a mere mortal or that of most of his kind although he can’t keep the speeds up for long he still has enough stamina to make said speeds last long enough to get a decent powered attack on his opponent without them being able to raise their guard against the attack.
Strength: Testra’s strength is overwhelming against most but some of his kind can still beat him when it comes to brute strength, but Testra has mental strength as well as the muscle power. He is capable of throwing things great distances which help one of his fire based attacks when it comes to throwing the bone barbs into the firey whirlpool. A fraction of his strength is visible just by looking at his true form and looking at the rippling mass of muscle that is his body.
Intelligence: Testra may not be the smartest one of his kind out there but what he knows he certainly knows well, he could almost be called an expert in the fields of knowledge he retains in his memory. He knows how to formulate an effective strategy in the heat of battle and also knows how to wield the weapons he uses effectively to dispatch most of his foes. He also has enough intelligence to be able to use high powered magic.
Blood Thirsting: Testra temporarily becomes driven by the thought of one thing, to kill all who oppose him, although this ability drives him insane for short periods he can still be injured or worse killed whilst in this state although minor injuries would just be shrugged off by Testra serious and fatal wounds would cause him serious pain or death. To use this ability he has to mutter the words “Addo nex ut meus pars”/Bring death to my side.
Beat Of Darkness: Testra uses his wing as a method of moving about the battlefield although he can only maintain flight for a short amount of time, but long enough to retreat a safe enough distance not to land in the path of an incoming attack. He must mutter the words “Pello pepulli pulsum pennae of obscurum”/Beat wing of darkness to be able to take flight for a period of time, although he can fly normally when not in combat he has to focus his mind when in combat to be able to fly using his wing.
Shadow Play: Testra has the ability to move about in the shadows during the day, he turns into a puff of black smoke and is only visible out of the corner of your eye, cannot defend against attacks whilst using this ability. But at night he can teleport about at will to an effective distance of 300 meters and he also has to be able to see the place he is teleporting to.

History: Testra was born into a normal family as far as you could tell from the outside, but being a part of the Tasukan family was anything but easy for Testra, being an only child and having an abusive father didn’t help his mental and physical welfare. For the first six years of his life he was abused by his father, he suffered from many ‘unexplainable’ injuries, such as broken or cracked ribs, unexplainable bruises and marks around his body and many broken bones.
At the age of seven years Testra and his mother ran away leaving his father drunk in an arm chair. Him and his mother fled to New York where he lived with his mother until she passed away on the day of his 10th birthday, which mental disturbed Testra severely explaining his cold personality. Testra arrived home to find his mother lying in a pool of her own blood, she had been stabbed several times in the stomach and had had he eyes gouged out leaving her blinded.
She was barely alive and muttered to Testra to remove the knife from her stomach, after doing so she reached up and touched his face, tears streaming down his blood covered face, her arm fell limp and her hand fell to the ground out stretched towards him still.
Seeing the front door left open Testra’s neighbour stuck her head in to see if everything was ok and when she saw Testra standing next to his mother’s body holding the weapon that had killed her she screamed and ran to her own house where she grabbed the phone and rang for the police, when they arrived at the house they found Testra cuddling his mother sobbing with the knife still in his hands.
When one of the investigating officers tried to move Testra he was taken by surprise and turned quickly not realising he still had the knife in his hand and accidently slashed the officer across his left cheek. The officer who had been checking Testra’s mothers vital signs leapt at Testra who swung round again with the knife in shock not realising he still had hold of it and penetrated the other officers heart leaving one officer dying due to their heart being punctured and the other severely injured.
The officer with the large cut in cheek pulled on his radio and called for backup. Testra realising what he had done ran out of the house still clutching the knife. Several days later he was found and taken into custody after being found breaking into a house in search of food.
After being taken into custody Testra was taken to a care home where two weeks later was adopted by a couple who had the misfortune of losing their own son to cancer a year previous to their decision to adopt Testra.
Testra didn’t fit in with his newly adopted family and being convince his new parents where ‘evil’ people he decided he was going to raze the house to the ground with them inside asleep.
By the time he was found after running away from the scene he had matured dramatically mentally and had recovered from his mental illnesses that had troubled him since his abuse from his father and the events that occurred on the day of his mother’s death, although it came at the price of him forgetting who his parents where. He was found on the day of his eleventh birthday and was taken into custody and taken to a secure care home from which he couldn’t run away from.
After several years of troubled behaviour and a lot of trouble at school Testra decided to get in touch with his father, whom Testra found out was a changed man, he had given up the drink and drugs and had found redemption in the eyes of the lord.
Being sick of the way he had to live at the care home he decided one day during school he would hitch hike his way back to California where his dad was still living.
When he arrived back at his old home Testra realised his dad was telling the truth, the house was redecorated inside and out, the garden had been sorted out and wasn’t a health risk anymore and most of all his dad now had a job and something to show for himself.
Testra lived with his father until the day he turned sixteen when his father had a relapse and turned to the drink and drugs again after he lost his job due to one stupid mistake he had made, he had left the keys to the truck he had to drive in the ignition and it had been stolen whilst he went into the petrol station to refill.
Testra decided it was time to get out of his father’s way before he became abusive towards him again. So he took his father’s keys to his Kawasaki Ninja and rode off towards the highway, not realising there was a truck coming up fast behind him he pulled out and straight into the path of the truck, after being thrown from the bike and across into the oncoming traffic, Testra felt the light fading as he struggled to keep his eyes open. He looked up to see a car too close to stop.
The next thing Testra knew he awoke to face a grey sky and a voice sounding out which spoke out to him and some others who looked scared and confused about where they were. “The reason you all are here. Is not only because you are dead, but because you all have failed to clarify the good or the evil that remains in your hearts. You were sent here to either repent for your sins or to increase them. The ultimate choice is yours, but in the end you either go to heaven or hell..."
After hearing the voice Testra was blinded by a flash of white light and awoke several ‘days’ later in a bed in a small apartment.
Not realising what had happened to himself Testra continued his life as normal not realising that he had died and had become a demonic creature.
Not realising he was dead he went to visit his father, to see if he had calmed down with the drink and drugs. When he arrived he saw several masked men entering his father’s house. When Testra entered the building he was hit in the face with a baseball bat, the force of the blow hitting him square on the nose only giving him a slight nose bleed.
Reaching up to his nose he dabbed just beneath with a finger tip and held it up to the light, “You made me bleed” Testra growled as he felt a sudden wave of uncontrollable anger wash over him. The masked man who had hit him the first time swung the base ball bat at Testra again but this time Testra just held out his hand and stopped the bat one handed whilst he used his other hand to punch the guy in the stomach as he did so something happened to the bone in his knuckles, bone spikes protruded from his knuckles and stabbed through the masked mans jacket into the flesh of his stomach. The masked man collapsed to the floor in agony as he slowly bled out from the wounds in his stomach.
Two more men appeared from the kitchen, one armed with a shotgun and the other with a golf club. The man with the shotgun pushed the other man forwards towards Testra who raised the club above his head and ran the short distance to Testra and swung downwards towards Testra’s face.
Testra felt a new wave of anger surge through him as he began to feel his temperature rising dramatically. The two men stood and looked at Testra with a look of horror on their faces. Testra looked at himself in the mirror and saw what they were horrified by, his skin and other features had all but gone and his skin had been replaced with a earthen like substance which was cracked all over, in between the cracks a glow was being emitted as if a flame was raging within him. His eyes where two balls of flame with green snake like pupils.
“What do you think you are doing here?” Testra growled at the two men. The man with the golf club backed away as Testra wrenched the golf club free from his grasp and bent it into two.
Dropping the bent golf club to the floor Testra tensed his hand and from the center of his hand a long white blade appeared. The two men disappeared back into the kitchen backwards whilst keeping an eye on Testra as he slowly walked towards them.
As Testra entered the kitchen he saw his father tied to a chair, already dead. “You killed him?” Testra spoke as he raised the blade at the unmasked man in a suit standing next to the chair to which his dad was tied.
“Ye...ye..yes” The man spoke with a stutter as he took in the figure standing before him. “You killed my father, he may have been a bastard but he didn’t deserve it.” Testra growled. “He owed me 50 thousand” The man in the suit spat temporarily getting over the fact there was a burning man standing in front of him waving a blade about.
“You shall die.” Testra spat bluntly as he lunged at the man who had swung the golf club slashing him in two with a quick flick of his wrist. “You have ten seconds to beg for mercy” Testra spoke as he cut the man with the shotguns left arm off at the shoulder with the gun still gripped in his left hand.
The suited man didn’t move as he was sprayed with his lackey’s blood. The man in the suit spoke “My name is Jose and your father owed me 50k due to his gambling addiction and he wasn’t able to pay it in time” Jose then drew a desert eagle from within his jacket packet and fired a shot towards Testra, a flick of his wrist and the bone blade cut through the bullet.
“Now I am getting angry” Testra yelled as he finally became his true self. He hit the low ceiling and filled out as he transformed into his true demonic form.
In his head Testra realised what he must be, as he thought about it made sense, him awaking in purgatory, being dead and himself still being on Earth.
“Now bow down to me mere mortal” Testra boomed as he pulled the blade through his father’s chest free, “Nice blade shame you won’t be around to claim it back.
Testra swung the blade down and decapitated the man named Jose where he stood.
After calming down Testra returned to his human form, he cut the bindings that held his dad to the chair and laid him down on his bed and swept his hand over his eyes closing them out of respect. For although he had been beaten by his dad at a young age Testra still respected him for what he tried to do with his life.
From that day onwards Testra has taken on a cold personality and has not forgotten the tragedy of losing both his parents.
 
hopefully noone took this yet...

Name: Lilith Rusalka (Lily)
Species: Theta : lust
Age since human end: she was never human
Age since afterlife birth: 18
Alignment: Omega
Angelic/Demonic: demon currently residing on earth
Human appearance: Apologies for not finding a less sexual picture but such is the nature of my character.... HERE
Lilith in her human form looks like your average pretty girl next door. she looks smart and friendly.

Demonic appearance: again im sorry... HERE In her true form she grows leathery bat-like wings and gains a terrible hypnotising gaze

Personality: Cold and collected

Weapon(s):
Human Form: In her human form Lilith has no weapons. It would seem wrong to hold weapons as a young woman as she ie. HOWEVER, Her 'boyfriend' counts as a weapon as he is hypnotised into killing or dying for her if she wishes him to. He carries a machete hooked into his doc marten boots. and a handgun in a holster inside his jacket
True Form: In her true form Lilith utilises a whip seemingly made from darkness. Its many barbed ends can tear the living flesh from an unsuspecting enemy. Magic is another of Lilith’s weapons that she uses for Incapacitation of her enemies. Her form of magic works best on the male gender, seeing that she is a succubi and that is the only way they would stand still long enough to be eaten alive.

Magic and abilities: Lilith has mostly trapping magics and psychic abilities
Magic’s:
Abilities:
Agility:
Strength:
Intelligence:
Blood Thirsting:
Beat Of Darkness:
Shadow Play:

History:
 
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On that note, All the ones in yellow are taken. Yuki has now claimed Theta
 
I am to please :P
Glad it s ok wasnt sure if I had over done the history of my character or not.... :wacky: Sad story makes my character the way he was so he is gonna be a force to be reckoned with methinks :P apart from up against Alpha or Omega who could end him like snuffing out a candle's flame.
 
dayum. CTD bio raped mai eyes.

I like how it's starting out so far. Are the gods still apart of this Squeeze? I wanna start destroying stuff :yay:
 
Yeah but they will be NPC's this time...completely...I'll be posting as Omega

Also, CTD, we are all forces to be reckoned with :P Every one of us is meant to have power that will surpass the gods
 
Oopsy already im leaving a trail of destruction in my wake :P
And also wow power to surpass the gods...... :wacky: this is gonna be fun then
 
I left powerplaying room for everyone...but that's just the thing...everyone in this rp is that powerful :wacky:
 
If it's fine with you, I'd really love to join this rp. I have enough free time as is, at least until the 20th-21st when I'll be at orientation. I should be able to get a bio up in no time flat but at your say so. So can I join? Please? ^_^
 
Alrighty here's my bio, it took me a good two hours or so to whip this up. Hopefully it's good enough. Charity's going to be fun to play with. :sneaky:


Name: Charity Rachelle-Elise James
Angelic/Demonic: Angelic
Alignment: Herself, she's independent
Species: Yin: Remorse: 5th failure
Age since human death: 22
Age since afterlife: 19
Human Appearance: [hair] Charity has around 6-8 inches of shoulder length auburn hair that's cropped at the back. Starting from the roots and bleeding into the tips, are a wide array of dyes: ranging from violet, red-orange, lime green, magenta, and electric blue. Her hair is a rainbow and she rather likes maintaining it to stay that way. She usually keeps it down and straightens it with a hot comb, otherwise it tends to curl rather softly at the ends which she hates. Her hair, in bad weather like rain or snowstorms, tends to become unkempt and even more dead straight than she already makes it so fedora hats, skull caps, and hooded sweaters normally prevent her from having to curse up at the heavens and murder someone. Hoorah for that.

She also likes to take a pair of rusted scissors to her hair in order to layer it in a messy fashion, keeping the sides of it long enough to trail past her shoulders, and leaving the back cropped close to the nape of her neck. A fringe of rainbow tinted hair: electric blue highlights, magenta, and violet streaks as well as vivid sunshine yellow streaks, is normally swept over to the side and pinned back behind her ear with a bright red-orange bobby pin.

[clothing/apparel] For her general 'threads' or apparel, Charity dons a Dead Space tee shirt with a painted graphic of Isaac Clarke on the front, garbed in his RIG suit; complete with the vibrant blue decorations in his helmet and spinal apparatus of his suit. Normally halfway unzipped over this extra large shirt (it threatens to swallow her) is her beloved threadbare ZOMBIE! hoodie: decorated with a cute cartoonish green zombie with a protruding skeleton, standing ever so innocently on a gradient splattered patch of forest green and lime green grass; Charity only wears the hood over her head when it's raining heavily or there's a terrible blizzard or hurricane threatening her life. Or her hair.

The rest of her ensemble consists of a tight pair of skinny jeans with golden chainlinks painted on the pant legs down to the hem, and four white skeleton fingers, starting with the pointer finger, adorning the pockets. Ankle high black suede buckled boots are what keep her little feet snug and warm. She prefers to customize them with Invader Zim and A Nightmare Before Christmas pins and laces them up with black and white checkered laces. Dangling cross-shaped diamond encrusted earrings are clipped on to her ears as well.

[her bodeh] Charity is a small, slight, young woman, weighing in at only 115 lb. and standing at only 5'1" feet tall. She gets a lot of flack for her height but normally either shrugs it off or ensures that the insultee is no longer breathing or capable of uttering a word. With her fists. She is pure lean muscle however, heaving worked off any baby fat and burned off any trace of flab by spending hours at the gym. She trains arduously, never complaining or bitching about breaking a sweat.

To toughen up her rather "impressionable" image even more, Charity has a few "medals of Valor" as she calls them, on her body. Scars galore cover the otherwise unblemished surface of her stomach, down to her thighs, and weaving around her arms; courtesy of the many gunfights and brawls she'd gotten into back in her rebellious teen years when she was still up and kicking.

Tattoos also adorn her body, as she has a fascination with body art. A Biblical verse from the Book of James is tattooed across her right shoulder blade horizontally reading, “Therefore, get rid of all moral filth and the evil that is so prevalent and humbly accept the word planted in you, which can save you." On her right and left forearms are the words "Heavenly" and "Hellish" in black and red ink respectively in Italian. The Latin phrase, "Vestri animus mos putesco in abyssus" is inked right underneath her clavicle in blood red ink. It translates to: "Your soul will rot in hell."

In addition to the tattoos, Charity has a snakebite piercing, a labret piercing, her left eyebrow pierced, and her bellybutton pierced as well. They're all just your basic silver studs, nothing special.

True Appearance: When Charity transforms, the only thing that physically changes is the hue of her hair, becoming a shade of obsidian, and the 21-25 feet wings that sprout from her back. When stretched out the total wingspan is exactly 25.5 feet, impressively enough, these wings allow her to hover over skyscrapers and fly to the nearest Subway for a sandwich and back to her shoddy apartment. Her already agile and flexible body becomes resistant to such hazardous phenomenon as heat, loss of air, gun wounds, knife wounds, and the like. It's also noted that she can heal these wounds after a certain period of time.

Personality: Most people that meet Charity for the first time, get the impression that she's the sort of girl you would not want to mess with at around 6 in the morning. Most people assume that she'd either curbstomp you or slash your tires and you know what . . .? They're absolutely right. Charity is the sort of girl that can backtalk, spit in your face, cut your face, cut your husband or your mom's face and not give a damn. She has the vocabulary of a sailor and sounds like she's always angry, rarely ever uttering more than a grunt or a "F*** you, a**hole."

See? She's never nice. Bitter, short-tempered, foul mouthed, unforgiving, unrelenting, impulsive, brash, abrasive, rude, uncouth, yes all of those words accurately reflect the sort of person Charity is. She doesn't need to like you, love you, attempt to become friends with you, help you, pretend to do either of those things, nor does she want to. She also doesn't require your help and even if she did she still wouldn't ask for it. She works alone, breathes alone, eats alone, beats people up alone, and fends for herself--you guessed it--alone.

Weaponry: [guns, guns, guns] Charity loves carrying shotguns, pistols, mini pistols, and semi-automatic rifles. You can never have too many guns, is the way she sees it, especially since she was ruthlessly and meaninglessly killed by one. Her 120 mm by 23mm precious twin Beretta 950 Jetfires are kept holstered and belted around her waist at all times. These babies fire 9 rounds chambered, 8 rounds otherwise out of a single barrel. Framed by titanium alloys, and a slid frame of carbon steel, they're very sturdy, reliable, and maintainable mini pistols. She normally uses them for short-range targets, when she needs to finish up a dirty job on an equally lowlife criminal. Possessing a caliber of .25 ACP, they're pretty ideal as basic pistols with single fire trigger and no recoil.

Strapped to her back is the 12 gauge Benelli M4 super 90 shotgun. Firing at 40 yards or around 36,5 meters, it's a reliable gun, easy to maintain, and able to fire around 25,000 rounds before needing replacements. Used in general gunfire combat, this weapon is dangerous in her hands, since she's particularly skilled in cleaning it, and ensuring that she hits her mark.

Magic and Abilities: Belonging to the hierarchical order of Angels, Charity is much lower than say a Seraph or a Cherub. She's an Angel, thus she can utilize the powers of her holy light to blast people into smithereens or regeneratively heal herself without exerting herself.

[Holy Vigil] A shaft of light taking the form of the cross, radiates as she creates a forcefield of pure luminous light around herself. This makes Charity impervious to bullets, crosses, stakes (haha), or anything else that's harmful: metallic, acidic, magical, etc. Swords are included. Although the time in which she can keep this shield up whilst performing other laborious tasks like say, reloading her shotgun is limited. She can conjure this shield up as a defense mechanism, when she's flying around or hovering in one place for up to three hours or so, whilst in laborious movement like sprinting or firing her shotgun successively, it lowers to one-two hours.

[Wrath of the Seraphim] The Seraphim being a kindly Angelic order, decide to temporarily lend Charity their powers---okay more like permanently. Charity is imbued with the ability to travel up to around 80-100 mph. She's also able to walk and run on the surface of large bodies of water. Although it's taken her a while to master this, she can perform this incredible feat so long as she's concentrating on the task at hand.

[Breath of Raphael] Whenever Charity has suffered any greivous injuries from stray gunfire or a stab wound, anything of the like, then she can use her regenerative powers. She can reattach any previously shot off limbs though this comes at the cost of it being unbearable painful during the process. Her cuts don't become scars, but rather new skins reforms completely, as if she'd never been wounded at all. The power barely tires her out unless she's on the brink of death for some odd reason.

[Angel's Ascent] Transferring her holy power into her shotgun or her pistols, either one really, allows her to transmute the properties of her bullets; she can, in short, imbue them with holy properties. Firing these newly made Holy bullets, will allow her to rip people into shreds, literally. The damage is far more devastating than with regular metallic shrapnel. She can fire up to 20-30 bullets in succession without missing a beat, with her automatic shotgun.

History: Having been born in a dingy three-room apartment, didn't miraculously turn this rebellious wild child into a saintly little girl. In fact, Charity was always a handful for her poor father and her even poorer mother. Being raised around heroin needles, crack addicts, and a handful of weed junkies looking for their next "baggy" to get high, Charity was exposed to the seediness of a tough and hardened life from an extremely young and impressionable age.

She was precocious enough to constantly explore the contents of many a bag full of crack, weed, meth, and much, much more. After all, she was a bored only child and it wasn't like her parents had enough funds to properly clothe her or feed her so half the time she'd survive on a meal of white rice, bread backs, crusts, and some water from the tap.

She didn't attend school until she was eight and the kind people at DYFS received complaints from a nearby couple who'd renovated one of the apartments at the complex across the street. Her parents were arrested on counts of child abuse, neglect, and the possible endangerment of a child; Charity was taken away to a foster home where her name, age, weight, and history were recorded in manila folders and filed away.

She was passed on from family to family until she settled with a well meaning young couple: a Chinese mother, and a Caucasian dad. They were sort of similar to her actual parents, except they'd never touched a bag of weed or a heroin needle in their lives. Her new mother was a schoolteacher and her new daddy was a businessman.

Charity became rebellious, refusing to go to private school, even when their butler dragged her to the limousine. She intentionally provoked students into getting violent with her so she could "get some f***ing entertainment". She earned some cracked ribs, bruised ones, skinned knees, broken wrists, and a fractured tibula in the process. Then she ventured off to bars and pool halls at the age of sixteen with some older private school boys who snuck around doing God knows what.

Charity just wanted to fight, caught a thrill in her chest when she did, and so she got what she wanted. Two bullets in the chest, a stab wound that barely missed her aorta, and a broken spine after being pummeled and thrown onto a pool table. Her murderer was a drunken gang member from a neighborhood far, far away; having come to play some pool and take out his rage on random people. She died instantaneously and was sent into heaven since her death had been a pointless one. Besides, it wasn't her time to die yet, and so the Seraphim kindly imbued her with a fraction of their powers. Then they sent her back to the world of the living at a much younger age. This, they had informed her, was a chance for her to gain her life back.

Feeling ashamed at the years of her life that she had wasted as a delinquent, Charity feared that with her rebirth, came the sad abandonment of family that came with death. She was sure her parents had boxed her things, believing she was dead and gone, never to return. And so she became remorseful and depressed, secluding herself in a dingy apartment, abandoned by the previous owner; holing herself up surviving on pizza and Chinese takeout. She waited until she could use the powers that were bestowed upon her as part of her renewal as a new . . . being . . . something other than human . . . something quite . . . unique.


Edited and changed it up a bit; lol, I managed to make her into an Alpha failure; I just wasn't sure how to modify her story line but really everything fit. Remorse sounds more like what's she feeling than say 'despair'. Also her shield is pretty much there to defend her against most attacks: metallic, magical, aerial, physical, etc.
 
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Ok, you're in, but I have one question. Another Omega failuer :sad3:

[Holy Vigil] A shaft of light taking the form of the cross, radiates as she creates a forcefield of pure luminous light around herself. This makes Charity impervious to bullets, crosses, stakes (haha), or anything else that's metallic and harmful. Swords are included. Although the time in which she can keep this shield up whilst performing other laborious tasks like say, reloading her shotgun is limited. She can conjure this shield up as a defense mechanism, when she's flying around or hovering in one place for up to three hours or so, whilst in laborious movement like sprinting or firing her shotgun successively, it lowers to one-two hours.
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ONLY metalic objects/weapons?

I like the angel idea though...
 
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