Post by Randall Weems on Apr 21, 2014 22:20:13 GMT -5
Character Name: Randall Weems
Age: 13
Height: 1.02m
Weight: 122 lbs
Gender: Male
Appearance: Small, rat like, scar on the left side of the face where the transformation bite occurred.
Alignment: Neutral
Abilities (optional:)
- Venom:
Different types of venom exist:
Red venom, shot from the mouth. Powerful enough to penetrate through the hardest of rust and metal. Causes warts.
Blue venom, secreted from the points of the teeth. Most lethal. Death occurs in minutes from seizure and brain inflammation.
Brown venom, collection of consumed matter from the intestines that causes brain damage if stepped on. Brown venom is left on the ground to trap prey. When a person steps on it without protection (ex: bare feet), they succumb slowly and develop brain disorders, which make feasting on their delusional bodies easier.
- Burrow:
When given enough of a punishment to the physical body, the adrenaline levels the brain releases to compensate for fight or flight result in nails to become rigid by chitin strengthening. It is temporary, but can result in hyper-fast digging to escape underground while flinging dirt behind myself so it blinds the followers (if possible). It does not work on any solid material that would break nails (ex: concrete or magic barriers).
- Stealth:
Moves with silence so no one can hear Randall sneaking up.
- Bite:
Powerful, but the venom is what kills.
Can tear apart bricks with a heavy bite, strong enough metal would break Randall's teeth.
- Speed:
Can evade attacks due to speed, which compensates for low health. Velocity can reach immense speeds for small bursts on the first jump due to leg muscles.
- Extremely heightened sense of sight, vision, and hearing.
Weapon: No weapons, only teeth
Weaknesses: No weapons, no magic
Element/Magic: None
Limit Breaks:
Smoke down: Releases a gas that pierces any defensive mechanisms due to its potency. No magic or shields can stop it. Everything is poisoned and withers in the vicinity. Only able to be used as a last resort attack.
AVC: Ability to move at immense speeds. Stands for atrial ventricular calcification, as the heart pumps so strong that the muscles become hyper-oxygenated to achieve ridiculous velocity.
Jhay-Chissed: Focus so strongly that the next attack will always hit.
Character History:
The beginning
Ash falls from the sky constantly in Randall's old world. The empire was bound to the will of the Slaughter Dragon. The Slaughter Dragon is a mythical creature that ruled with an iron fist, until he lost his ring of power in a tunnel after the Bald Warrior of the North cleaved it from his body. This ring, shaped like a bowl, was the master infused ring that the Slaughter Dragon used to engage in slavery and destruction of the Xara. Randall is one of the oppressed classes in society that work away in smelter factories creating weapons for the Naga -- a class of warriors that the Slaughter Dragon uses to wage war on neighboring fortresses. The factory over time eroded Randall's lungs to the point where he was unable to work. Blood spewed from his mouth when he arrived in his slum to sleep for the night, as the chemicals from the inferno destroyed the soft tissue that guard the lungs.
One night he dreamed -- something he does not do often -- and the vision came to him of his quest to escape. He saw that searching out the ring of power would be useless as no one was able to ever discover where it had been lost. Many had tried, and it resulted in many human bones. There was one option. Flee. Randall grabbed his face, used his tears to clean away the soot and ash, and attempted the impossible: escaping the empire. No food, no water, nothing to lead him, he set off into the night hoping to get past the guards and escape into the sands outside the fortress. It wouldn't be an easy journey, as it is filled with raging stallions that rage at everything they see. They were bred by the lord Dragon to kill anyone who tried to escape. The method was smart: breed the stallions who were most aggressive and most emotional so they would ruthlessly hunt down and consume whatever life they saw. This was the risk Randall had to take.
On his way out, one of the Naga caught Randall sneaking through an alley. He called out in his native tongue for him to halt. Randall turned down the nearest side street and ran for his life. It was a fruitless run, the Naga was pure muscle and trained to kill. As he approached Randall, he swung his mace at him, breaking his collar bone and pushing Randall down a sludge filled hill into the slime below. Fortunately for Randall, Naga are limited in intelligence, ignorantly assuming him dead. A broken collar bone should kill. No doctor would heal a Xara. Randall blacked out a few times in his struggle through the grime. The pain would knock him out. When he awoke, the end was near. His shoulder had started bleeding out, the marrow fractured and the pain prevented him from moving. The rats came to feast on him. With his good shoulder, he knocked them all away as best as he could, until a peculiar orange rodent rushed up and tore at the skin between his ear and cheek. As it bit into him, his vision fissured. The world spun around and he saw the past, present, and shadows of all the different futures that there could be. Convinced he was dead, he moved his left arm -- the one that was broken -- as he stood above the atmosphere of the planet.
He awoke in pain with a cry, but the pain had subsided.
To his astonishment, 2 hours later... he was able to stand up and feel minimal pain. The bones had healed
The transformation
The transition was a quick one for Randall. The venom inside the poisoned rat seemed to have started a cascade of transformations. He developed the ability to heal quicker than any other Xara. His speed increased, his dexterity increased, and his desire to escape rose to a boil. "This wasn't some kind of X-Ray radiation that makes you dumber and destroys your brain" he thought, "this is a gift... not a potent one, but might be what I need to truly escape this hell once and for all."
Life was spent in the sewers training. First it was eating other rats for sustenance, and spending days vomiting into the sludgy water that kept him alive (yet also sick at the same time). Eventually Randall made his way to human slave meat. The tastiest ones were the fat drunk ones with deviant sexual preferences for some reason. The energy they channeled was small, but the powers of vigilance grew by consuming entities that possessed more 'energy' than others.
The day came: The escape.
Randall made it to the wall, and using his extended nails was able to scale the wall relatively effortlessly -- something before he would have never been able to do. Upon the top of the wall, the guards watched in shock as the rat-man stood there without jumping over to the other side. Randall was looking back at how naive he was, how impossible such a task would have been. Grinning, he looked at the guards and took the plunge to the other side of the wall.
Horns rang as he bolted into the desert. The Naga would not pursue, the stallions in their blind rage and cluelessness would consume their numbers if they tried. He could outrun them anyways. They would still have killed him if they caught him though. Randall was faster, agile and had a potent venom bite that could take any of them down, but he was still weak. He was still frail. He was still, small... everywhere. The journey was long, and sustenance was small. A few cacti kept him alive in the harsh desert conditions. As he saw the utopia ahead of him, the ruffle of a horse sounded behind him. "Son of a--" and before he could finish, he was face down in the sand as the stallion crashed into him. Almost he thought. ALMOST made it out of the most hostile stretch of land alive. The glowing eyes were ready for a feast, but Randall wasn't going down without a fight. He rolled over and kicked the sand up into the stallion's eyes. It roared in pain and prepared for the charge. Randall did as his instincts instructed him to, he leaped at the horse and bit down through the front nose, sinking teeth and venom deep into the stallions face. It roared in pain, not expecting such a small thing to cause so much pain. As the stallion ripped its head back, Randall flew airborne into a cactus. "Convenient" he thought as the prickly things buried themselves into his skin, causing blood to stain the cactus. The stallion ran at him in a fury, only to collapse inches before him. Its eyes thrashed back and forth as they turned pale green. The skin peeled off its face and pus begun to run out of the nose. The venom had done its job. Randall didn't observe... instincts guided him. He ran towards utopia.
As he entered the streets of 'the utopia', the illusion of fitting in was not going to work: awkward stares and people running away left him with one choice. To the sewers he went. The shadow that birthed his form would be his new home once again. This time though, he was in an idealist, opportunistic world. The citizens were his playground. The flesh was his when they wandered to the dark alleys. Randall's rise has come. Weak as he may be, something chose him to live. Was it a God? Was it evolution? Was it some unfinished legend? Doesn't matter.
"I will undo the Dragon".
Age: 13
Height: 1.02m
Weight: 122 lbs
Gender: Male
Appearance: Small, rat like, scar on the left side of the face where the transformation bite occurred.
Alignment: Neutral
Abilities (optional:)
- Venom:
Different types of venom exist:
Red venom, shot from the mouth. Powerful enough to penetrate through the hardest of rust and metal. Causes warts.
Blue venom, secreted from the points of the teeth. Most lethal. Death occurs in minutes from seizure and brain inflammation.
Brown venom, collection of consumed matter from the intestines that causes brain damage if stepped on. Brown venom is left on the ground to trap prey. When a person steps on it without protection (ex: bare feet), they succumb slowly and develop brain disorders, which make feasting on their delusional bodies easier.
- Burrow:
When given enough of a punishment to the physical body, the adrenaline levels the brain releases to compensate for fight or flight result in nails to become rigid by chitin strengthening. It is temporary, but can result in hyper-fast digging to escape underground while flinging dirt behind myself so it blinds the followers (if possible). It does not work on any solid material that would break nails (ex: concrete or magic barriers).
- Stealth:
Moves with silence so no one can hear Randall sneaking up.
- Bite:
Powerful, but the venom is what kills.
Can tear apart bricks with a heavy bite, strong enough metal would break Randall's teeth.
- Speed:
Can evade attacks due to speed, which compensates for low health. Velocity can reach immense speeds for small bursts on the first jump due to leg muscles.
- Extremely heightened sense of sight, vision, and hearing.
Weapon: No weapons, only teeth
Weaknesses: No weapons, no magic
Element/Magic: None
Limit Breaks:
Smoke down: Releases a gas that pierces any defensive mechanisms due to its potency. No magic or shields can stop it. Everything is poisoned and withers in the vicinity. Only able to be used as a last resort attack.
AVC: Ability to move at immense speeds. Stands for atrial ventricular calcification, as the heart pumps so strong that the muscles become hyper-oxygenated to achieve ridiculous velocity.
Jhay-Chissed: Focus so strongly that the next attack will always hit.
Character History:
The beginning
Ash falls from the sky constantly in Randall's old world. The empire was bound to the will of the Slaughter Dragon. The Slaughter Dragon is a mythical creature that ruled with an iron fist, until he lost his ring of power in a tunnel after the Bald Warrior of the North cleaved it from his body. This ring, shaped like a bowl, was the master infused ring that the Slaughter Dragon used to engage in slavery and destruction of the Xara. Randall is one of the oppressed classes in society that work away in smelter factories creating weapons for the Naga -- a class of warriors that the Slaughter Dragon uses to wage war on neighboring fortresses. The factory over time eroded Randall's lungs to the point where he was unable to work. Blood spewed from his mouth when he arrived in his slum to sleep for the night, as the chemicals from the inferno destroyed the soft tissue that guard the lungs.
One night he dreamed -- something he does not do often -- and the vision came to him of his quest to escape. He saw that searching out the ring of power would be useless as no one was able to ever discover where it had been lost. Many had tried, and it resulted in many human bones. There was one option. Flee. Randall grabbed his face, used his tears to clean away the soot and ash, and attempted the impossible: escaping the empire. No food, no water, nothing to lead him, he set off into the night hoping to get past the guards and escape into the sands outside the fortress. It wouldn't be an easy journey, as it is filled with raging stallions that rage at everything they see. They were bred by the lord Dragon to kill anyone who tried to escape. The method was smart: breed the stallions who were most aggressive and most emotional so they would ruthlessly hunt down and consume whatever life they saw. This was the risk Randall had to take.
On his way out, one of the Naga caught Randall sneaking through an alley. He called out in his native tongue for him to halt. Randall turned down the nearest side street and ran for his life. It was a fruitless run, the Naga was pure muscle and trained to kill. As he approached Randall, he swung his mace at him, breaking his collar bone and pushing Randall down a sludge filled hill into the slime below. Fortunately for Randall, Naga are limited in intelligence, ignorantly assuming him dead. A broken collar bone should kill. No doctor would heal a Xara. Randall blacked out a few times in his struggle through the grime. The pain would knock him out. When he awoke, the end was near. His shoulder had started bleeding out, the marrow fractured and the pain prevented him from moving. The rats came to feast on him. With his good shoulder, he knocked them all away as best as he could, until a peculiar orange rodent rushed up and tore at the skin between his ear and cheek. As it bit into him, his vision fissured. The world spun around and he saw the past, present, and shadows of all the different futures that there could be. Convinced he was dead, he moved his left arm -- the one that was broken -- as he stood above the atmosphere of the planet.
He awoke in pain with a cry, but the pain had subsided.
To his astonishment, 2 hours later... he was able to stand up and feel minimal pain. The bones had healed
The transformation
The transition was a quick one for Randall. The venom inside the poisoned rat seemed to have started a cascade of transformations. He developed the ability to heal quicker than any other Xara. His speed increased, his dexterity increased, and his desire to escape rose to a boil. "This wasn't some kind of X-Ray radiation that makes you dumber and destroys your brain" he thought, "this is a gift... not a potent one, but might be what I need to truly escape this hell once and for all."
Life was spent in the sewers training. First it was eating other rats for sustenance, and spending days vomiting into the sludgy water that kept him alive (yet also sick at the same time). Eventually Randall made his way to human slave meat. The tastiest ones were the fat drunk ones with deviant sexual preferences for some reason. The energy they channeled was small, but the powers of vigilance grew by consuming entities that possessed more 'energy' than others.
The day came: The escape.
Randall made it to the wall, and using his extended nails was able to scale the wall relatively effortlessly -- something before he would have never been able to do. Upon the top of the wall, the guards watched in shock as the rat-man stood there without jumping over to the other side. Randall was looking back at how naive he was, how impossible such a task would have been. Grinning, he looked at the guards and took the plunge to the other side of the wall.
Horns rang as he bolted into the desert. The Naga would not pursue, the stallions in their blind rage and cluelessness would consume their numbers if they tried. He could outrun them anyways. They would still have killed him if they caught him though. Randall was faster, agile and had a potent venom bite that could take any of them down, but he was still weak. He was still frail. He was still, small... everywhere. The journey was long, and sustenance was small. A few cacti kept him alive in the harsh desert conditions. As he saw the utopia ahead of him, the ruffle of a horse sounded behind him. "Son of a--" and before he could finish, he was face down in the sand as the stallion crashed into him. Almost he thought. ALMOST made it out of the most hostile stretch of land alive. The glowing eyes were ready for a feast, but Randall wasn't going down without a fight. He rolled over and kicked the sand up into the stallion's eyes. It roared in pain and prepared for the charge. Randall did as his instincts instructed him to, he leaped at the horse and bit down through the front nose, sinking teeth and venom deep into the stallions face. It roared in pain, not expecting such a small thing to cause so much pain. As the stallion ripped its head back, Randall flew airborne into a cactus. "Convenient" he thought as the prickly things buried themselves into his skin, causing blood to stain the cactus. The stallion ran at him in a fury, only to collapse inches before him. Its eyes thrashed back and forth as they turned pale green. The skin peeled off its face and pus begun to run out of the nose. The venom had done its job. Randall didn't observe... instincts guided him. He ran towards utopia.
As he entered the streets of 'the utopia', the illusion of fitting in was not going to work: awkward stares and people running away left him with one choice. To the sewers he went. The shadow that birthed his form would be his new home once again. This time though, he was in an idealist, opportunistic world. The citizens were his playground. The flesh was his when they wandered to the dark alleys. Randall's rise has come. Weak as he may be, something chose him to live. Was it a God? Was it evolution? Was it some unfinished legend? Doesn't matter.
"I will undo the Dragon".