Post by arithras on Feb 12, 2009 23:54:08 GMT -5
Furcadia Name:
Arithras
Gender:
Male
Age:
19
Marital Status:
Single
Description (copy word for word your character's desc):
Talking is talk. Seeing is believing. You watch as the door swings open and a man, about 19 walk in. He has dark blue dyed hair, blue contacts, and beige skin. Wearing red skinny jeans, a black cloth martial arts shirt, and several black plate armor pieces, it's quite a wonder why he would be here and not be questioned. Sprouting from his plate spaulders (Shoulder plates) are huge grey fangs, and thin red/gold chains hang from them. He wears dark leather paddings for shoes, which are scuffed from vicious battles, and yet you see no scars on your body, you're sure he is just covering them.
Weapons:
As of now, all he has for weapons are fist spikes. all others have been taken away as a result of revolt against the legion he belonged to.
Skills:
Fade-out: Ability to fade into a spirit world for short periods of time, and in that time only weapons/magic of the light may touch him.
Survival Instinct: All strikes against his enemies are increased ten-fold in power. Very short time span and can only be used once.
Spirit Bond: Ability to see things in the short/mid future and ability to use spirits as telekinetic powers.
What Can You Offer USAF:
My time, Efforts, and devotion for all i work for. I love working freelance on missions, etc but i require approval. When given commands i will follow, almost always without question. When given a higher rank, i will lead to the best of my ability, with what my rank gives me. Rarely do i ever speak out unless given the opporotunity.
Why Do You Want To Join USAF:
To learn discipline, to gain rank in your army, and to increase its influence in political and military standings higher.
How Many Times A Week Are You On:
Used to be not so much, but now i'm on alot more, given that i've taken interest in Furc again, so every day unless something stops me.
What Area Would You Want To Be In (Medical, Spec. Ops. General, etc): Anywhere i'm needed is good, though i prefer action and harsh words over medical and/or engineering areas.
Roleplay Sample:
Seen as an outlaw, i moved into an emergency space pod and shuttled toward an unknown planet, anything that would grant me and my followers safety against the Fuleen Empire. They followed us all the way, though unable to shoot any of us down. As soon as we landed on the planet, we had no choice but to jump out, regroup, and fight. Within 3 minutes the Empire's strike force had landed, and thousands of soldiers shuffled off the ships.
headed in our exact direction, we would have to set up traps if we had any hope of surviving. We ran as fast as we could towards a large cliff, overdue for a landslide, and had one person stay underneath it while we found a way to the top. When the troops found our position, they surrounded our man's position everyone on top of the cliff with a weapon capable of doing so, we shot them below us, totaling the cliff and destroying most of the bastards. We then raced down the side again and impaled all infantry, leaving the captains and elite guards left. It was a 1/1 ratio battle, and though they injured us with blasts of ion rays, somehow, something made us win. In the distance, far up above us, spirits appeared. They almost instantly grabbed the enemies by the neck or head, whichever was easier, and if they didn't go through the ground with the spirits, they exploded.
(Tried to make it sound like a real RP post, but it's hard when you don't have a real person or group to RP with)
Arithras
Gender:
Male
Age:
19
Marital Status:
Single
Description (copy word for word your character's desc):
Talking is talk. Seeing is believing. You watch as the door swings open and a man, about 19 walk in. He has dark blue dyed hair, blue contacts, and beige skin. Wearing red skinny jeans, a black cloth martial arts shirt, and several black plate armor pieces, it's quite a wonder why he would be here and not be questioned. Sprouting from his plate spaulders (Shoulder plates) are huge grey fangs, and thin red/gold chains hang from them. He wears dark leather paddings for shoes, which are scuffed from vicious battles, and yet you see no scars on your body, you're sure he is just covering them.
Weapons:
As of now, all he has for weapons are fist spikes. all others have been taken away as a result of revolt against the legion he belonged to.
Skills:
Fade-out: Ability to fade into a spirit world for short periods of time, and in that time only weapons/magic of the light may touch him.
Survival Instinct: All strikes against his enemies are increased ten-fold in power. Very short time span and can only be used once.
Spirit Bond: Ability to see things in the short/mid future and ability to use spirits as telekinetic powers.
What Can You Offer USAF:
My time, Efforts, and devotion for all i work for. I love working freelance on missions, etc but i require approval. When given commands i will follow, almost always without question. When given a higher rank, i will lead to the best of my ability, with what my rank gives me. Rarely do i ever speak out unless given the opporotunity.
Why Do You Want To Join USAF:
To learn discipline, to gain rank in your army, and to increase its influence in political and military standings higher.
How Many Times A Week Are You On:
Used to be not so much, but now i'm on alot more, given that i've taken interest in Furc again, so every day unless something stops me.
What Area Would You Want To Be In (Medical, Spec. Ops. General, etc): Anywhere i'm needed is good, though i prefer action and harsh words over medical and/or engineering areas.
Roleplay Sample:
Seen as an outlaw, i moved into an emergency space pod and shuttled toward an unknown planet, anything that would grant me and my followers safety against the Fuleen Empire. They followed us all the way, though unable to shoot any of us down. As soon as we landed on the planet, we had no choice but to jump out, regroup, and fight. Within 3 minutes the Empire's strike force had landed, and thousands of soldiers shuffled off the ships.
headed in our exact direction, we would have to set up traps if we had any hope of surviving. We ran as fast as we could towards a large cliff, overdue for a landslide, and had one person stay underneath it while we found a way to the top. When the troops found our position, they surrounded our man's position everyone on top of the cliff with a weapon capable of doing so, we shot them below us, totaling the cliff and destroying most of the bastards. We then raced down the side again and impaled all infantry, leaving the captains and elite guards left. It was a 1/1 ratio battle, and though they injured us with blasts of ion rays, somehow, something made us win. In the distance, far up above us, spirits appeared. They almost instantly grabbed the enemies by the neck or head, whichever was easier, and if they didn't go through the ground with the spirits, they exploded.
(Tried to make it sound like a real RP post, but it's hard when you don't have a real person or group to RP with)