Post by vincent on Dec 28, 2007 22:06:38 GMT -5
Soul
There is probably the most important section of the template. There is considered to be the background or biography of your character. You must answer each question with a paragraph (no longer than that, 3 sentences at least) as there is basically forming the backbone to whether or not your character really belongs in there type of role playing environment.
I. "Where does your journey begin?" Thousands of years ago, I think at the time there weren’t many calendars. Oh man, that really makes me feel old. Okay I technically wasn’t alive for most of that but I was conscious if you can call it that. Back then I was training to be the villages shaman you know the “I see dead people” bit. Mostly the shamans job was to lie people in a way that made them feel better most of the mysticism was only for big things like wars and revenge. Both were in play at the time and the demon wanted payment in advance, standard mind and soul, I wasn’t told what was happening till my teacher, Ageha, kicked me into the circle and subsequently hell not that it wasn’t my fault I knew she was a bitch and virgin sacrifices were all the rage back then. I never really died more like being ripped from my body and turned into a raging spirit and minion. Several centuries later after escaping I found a kid playing around and lacking any meat suit appropriated his and evicted his soul.
"What is your goal to accomplish?"
Revenge at all possible cost. A good revenge is living well, but the best revenge is living well at everyone’s expense. I never got a chance to really live so you can bet I going to live it up real big. The universe is being divvied up between light and darkness with new boundaries being drawn it shouldn’t be to hard to make of with a nice, big slice of the cake. It’s all in the description violent spirit escaped from the darkest depths out to make the worlds suffer. It really is kind of weird I spent all that time dragging my expanded consciousness up out of that hell and now I want to make one of my own.
III. "What happens if your fail your goal?"
That is a good question. It not like I can be killed easily and I don’t really age so a lot of the mortal restrictions don’t apply. I’m at zero for the moment maybe a little more since I managed to procure a body its used, but with very low mileage, still it would suck if it got destroyed in the mayhem. Ultimately unless I was purified, exorcized or the usual methods I’d really just come back and start over.
IV. "What happens if you succeed in your goal?"
I become the equivalent of god with all the power I could ever want. Its all I know even before I died that’s exactly what I wanted out of life only thing that’s change is its anger, near aimless hatred and greed that drive me. Its not enough that I have gain power I have got to abuse it outright and flaunt it in front of others.
V. "What was one of the hardest decisions you had to make?"
To not die and pass on. I was a rotten excuse for a human being to begin with or so I was told which is fine with me. Not like anyone else was any better besides you couldn’t survive by being kind or you got screwed over. Those years of torturous existence really tried my patience and sanity sometimes I nearly lost my grip but I held on dragged myself up and out. Honestly perhaps it would have been better if I had passed on.
VI. "What was the biggest change in your life?"
My life is all about change. Probably have to say being a two-bit demons bitch. Not that it lasted very long he was a chump who in the end got beaten to a pulp by his own subordinates with a little incentive from me.
VII. "What was the happiest time/moment in your life?"
First thing I did when I left hell was get my self a body turns out with all my hellish powers its still not easy to evict a soul from its body. When I still lived that illusion of being human it was nice and everything was friendly not the best but I liked it. I tell you that kid had a great life and while I was recovering from the forced possession I realized just how much my own childhood sucked.
VIII. "What was the most shocking moment in your life?"
When I had gained his memories and having none of my own took myself to be him. For a brief while I marveled at how I was alive there was a search going on for him and soon found me. I took everything he had his friends, family and life. But that taste stayed with me I tried to forget but it came back as instinct and soon I threw it all away. I lost control and the lust I had built up over just a few years was enough to end it all in less than two hours. When I sobered that’s when I knew something was horribly wrong.
IX. "What was the darkest event in your life?"
I watched the murder of a friend. The villagers had posted a bounty for him and his reputation among them made him one of most famous Marks. They came in groups that at times seemed like armies. They were all adventurers roving bands of thugs out to collect on the price over Yiaxmat’s head. For every drop of blood they paid with their lives but they wore him down and eventually he fell, after that it was over. I watched them from a distance as they butchered his corpse. Ruthless beyond contempt no creature has ever taken so much joy in death.
X. "What angers you the most in your life?"
I wish I could say everything I mean anger and malice are pretty much what I’m made of now but they do have a focus. Life isn’t fair I know that but I got raw deal while my teacher got everything she wanted by handing my soul over to the black flames. By all rights I should have burned away but its contempt and spite that keep me here there is such a thing as fate and if I find who ever is responsible for setting it in motion I’m gonna make ‘em hurt for what they done!!!!
XI. "Where does your strength or determination come from?"
One of the oldest and strongest emotion is anger, and the oldest and strongest kind of anger is rage. Its terrible but rage more than anything drives me relentlessly to be stronger, faster, to dream of what I should have. Anger aids the fearful. The strong. The weak. The innocent. The corrupt. With its gift of energy and heightened awareness I can do my best and learn the most in the new situations, truly nothing gives a demon wings like that. Of course spite takes a role.
XII. "Who or what inspires you to succeed?"
I hate to say it, I really mean I hate to say this, but with what memories I still have of her my teacher was perfect. She had it all brains and looks but it was that cold calculating ruthlessness that kept Ageha alive. Its nothing like what I can muster she took me in with sweet promises filling my head with dreams and fantasies, it helped that I was a sucker for a women with big feet. I really can’t blame her for what happened and somewhere down the line I knew what I was getting into.
XIII. "Where does your story end?"
In a nice hot tub in a hell of my own making surrounded by adoring fans and attendants with little demon bastards asking about how I got it all done living the hedonistic lifestyle those Greek bastards have setup. My future is one that cannot be averted only postponed. Why? Because I will never disappear. I have paid in flesh and blood with everything I had body, mind and soul! The way I see it the universe owes me big time.
General History
He wasn’t always called Cassidy its just something he picked up when he forgot his original name. From what he remembers he was about eight or so newly orphaned along with his sister after a blizzard snowed us in for a week. They got separated pretty far back but that’s how things went back then it sucked and he knew it, didn’t stop me from crying though.
He managed to make a living as a thief at the time laws were much looser about crime they only took a finger if you couldn’t pay or just beat you into the ground. He took most of that time deciding what he was going to do not like there were many opportunities but He wanted power. That’s where the witch came in. The way He figured it living all the way up in the woods got to be tough for a girl so if I offered his services in whatever she needed and steel a few of her tricks while He was at it. Turns out he got to they point where he actually cared about her in retrospect he thinks she drugged him a couple times but still good memories.
Then came that day when through hours of bargaining and begging Ageha agreed to show me how summoning was done. Turns out you’ve got to make a contract first before anything can be done in this line of work meaning you pray to whatever god you’ve sold you’re soul and hope for the best. The one scheduled to meet with us today had a name that as far as I know can only be pronounced once if you have mandibles and a three way forked tongue afterward you’ll be eating through a straw. Terms were being made but there was one problem he wanted payment in advance I really didn’t understand until she shoved.
That was the same day his flesh was seared from his bones and his soul was bound in a type tube used to communicate information long distances. There was a mix up his soul was always meant to be used in a curse but instead was broken down and smelted into a means of communication. Trapped imprisoned and used as a focal point for long range communications its safe to say he was pissed with the rest of castle it wasn’t hard to toy with words it started just struggling and changing syllables and expanded to making his anger infectious. It started with the minions murdering each other soon even the master had committed suicide. With the master gone all contracts were broken and this boy was released in all his fiery glory.
So many years later he returned to the material worlds as a formless monster. He found himself in a new environment and possessed the first body he could find not simply taking control but forcing the previous owner to leave. The process was draining and already not having a body had taken a toll on him making his memories and identity a mess without a brain to organize them. With the previous memories still in place he took himself to be that boy.
He lived his life and took his name. The original past was never really forgotten just not understood and haunting. He questioned his sanity several times and buried himself in his new life trying to push his growing fear away. It built up, without an outlet the rage he had broke loose putting him in a state of temporary insanity. Sobering he a great calm as he fully recognized himself and what he had done. Deciding now would be a good time to leave he faded away from the burning world.
There is probably the most important section of the template. There is considered to be the background or biography of your character. You must answer each question with a paragraph (no longer than that, 3 sentences at least) as there is basically forming the backbone to whether or not your character really belongs in there type of role playing environment.
I. "Where does your journey begin?" Thousands of years ago, I think at the time there weren’t many calendars. Oh man, that really makes me feel old. Okay I technically wasn’t alive for most of that but I was conscious if you can call it that. Back then I was training to be the villages shaman you know the “I see dead people” bit. Mostly the shamans job was to lie people in a way that made them feel better most of the mysticism was only for big things like wars and revenge. Both were in play at the time and the demon wanted payment in advance, standard mind and soul, I wasn’t told what was happening till my teacher, Ageha, kicked me into the circle and subsequently hell not that it wasn’t my fault I knew she was a bitch and virgin sacrifices were all the rage back then. I never really died more like being ripped from my body and turned into a raging spirit and minion. Several centuries later after escaping I found a kid playing around and lacking any meat suit appropriated his and evicted his soul.
"What is your goal to accomplish?"
Revenge at all possible cost. A good revenge is living well, but the best revenge is living well at everyone’s expense. I never got a chance to really live so you can bet I going to live it up real big. The universe is being divvied up between light and darkness with new boundaries being drawn it shouldn’t be to hard to make of with a nice, big slice of the cake. It’s all in the description violent spirit escaped from the darkest depths out to make the worlds suffer. It really is kind of weird I spent all that time dragging my expanded consciousness up out of that hell and now I want to make one of my own.
III. "What happens if your fail your goal?"
That is a good question. It not like I can be killed easily and I don’t really age so a lot of the mortal restrictions don’t apply. I’m at zero for the moment maybe a little more since I managed to procure a body its used, but with very low mileage, still it would suck if it got destroyed in the mayhem. Ultimately unless I was purified, exorcized or the usual methods I’d really just come back and start over.
IV. "What happens if you succeed in your goal?"
I become the equivalent of god with all the power I could ever want. Its all I know even before I died that’s exactly what I wanted out of life only thing that’s change is its anger, near aimless hatred and greed that drive me. Its not enough that I have gain power I have got to abuse it outright and flaunt it in front of others.
V. "What was one of the hardest decisions you had to make?"
To not die and pass on. I was a rotten excuse for a human being to begin with or so I was told which is fine with me. Not like anyone else was any better besides you couldn’t survive by being kind or you got screwed over. Those years of torturous existence really tried my patience and sanity sometimes I nearly lost my grip but I held on dragged myself up and out. Honestly perhaps it would have been better if I had passed on.
VI. "What was the biggest change in your life?"
My life is all about change. Probably have to say being a two-bit demons bitch. Not that it lasted very long he was a chump who in the end got beaten to a pulp by his own subordinates with a little incentive from me.
VII. "What was the happiest time/moment in your life?"
First thing I did when I left hell was get my self a body turns out with all my hellish powers its still not easy to evict a soul from its body. When I still lived that illusion of being human it was nice and everything was friendly not the best but I liked it. I tell you that kid had a great life and while I was recovering from the forced possession I realized just how much my own childhood sucked.
VIII. "What was the most shocking moment in your life?"
When I had gained his memories and having none of my own took myself to be him. For a brief while I marveled at how I was alive there was a search going on for him and soon found me. I took everything he had his friends, family and life. But that taste stayed with me I tried to forget but it came back as instinct and soon I threw it all away. I lost control and the lust I had built up over just a few years was enough to end it all in less than two hours. When I sobered that’s when I knew something was horribly wrong.
IX. "What was the darkest event in your life?"
I watched the murder of a friend. The villagers had posted a bounty for him and his reputation among them made him one of most famous Marks. They came in groups that at times seemed like armies. They were all adventurers roving bands of thugs out to collect on the price over Yiaxmat’s head. For every drop of blood they paid with their lives but they wore him down and eventually he fell, after that it was over. I watched them from a distance as they butchered his corpse. Ruthless beyond contempt no creature has ever taken so much joy in death.
X. "What angers you the most in your life?"
I wish I could say everything I mean anger and malice are pretty much what I’m made of now but they do have a focus. Life isn’t fair I know that but I got raw deal while my teacher got everything she wanted by handing my soul over to the black flames. By all rights I should have burned away but its contempt and spite that keep me here there is such a thing as fate and if I find who ever is responsible for setting it in motion I’m gonna make ‘em hurt for what they done!!!!
XI. "Where does your strength or determination come from?"
One of the oldest and strongest emotion is anger, and the oldest and strongest kind of anger is rage. Its terrible but rage more than anything drives me relentlessly to be stronger, faster, to dream of what I should have. Anger aids the fearful. The strong. The weak. The innocent. The corrupt. With its gift of energy and heightened awareness I can do my best and learn the most in the new situations, truly nothing gives a demon wings like that. Of course spite takes a role.
XII. "Who or what inspires you to succeed?"
I hate to say it, I really mean I hate to say this, but with what memories I still have of her my teacher was perfect. She had it all brains and looks but it was that cold calculating ruthlessness that kept Ageha alive. Its nothing like what I can muster she took me in with sweet promises filling my head with dreams and fantasies, it helped that I was a sucker for a women with big feet. I really can’t blame her for what happened and somewhere down the line I knew what I was getting into.
XIII. "Where does your story end?"
In a nice hot tub in a hell of my own making surrounded by adoring fans and attendants with little demon bastards asking about how I got it all done living the hedonistic lifestyle those Greek bastards have setup. My future is one that cannot be averted only postponed. Why? Because I will never disappear. I have paid in flesh and blood with everything I had body, mind and soul! The way I see it the universe owes me big time.
General History
He wasn’t always called Cassidy its just something he picked up when he forgot his original name. From what he remembers he was about eight or so newly orphaned along with his sister after a blizzard snowed us in for a week. They got separated pretty far back but that’s how things went back then it sucked and he knew it, didn’t stop me from crying though.
He managed to make a living as a thief at the time laws were much looser about crime they only took a finger if you couldn’t pay or just beat you into the ground. He took most of that time deciding what he was going to do not like there were many opportunities but He wanted power. That’s where the witch came in. The way He figured it living all the way up in the woods got to be tough for a girl so if I offered his services in whatever she needed and steel a few of her tricks while He was at it. Turns out he got to they point where he actually cared about her in retrospect he thinks she drugged him a couple times but still good memories.
Then came that day when through hours of bargaining and begging Ageha agreed to show me how summoning was done. Turns out you’ve got to make a contract first before anything can be done in this line of work meaning you pray to whatever god you’ve sold you’re soul and hope for the best. The one scheduled to meet with us today had a name that as far as I know can only be pronounced once if you have mandibles and a three way forked tongue afterward you’ll be eating through a straw. Terms were being made but there was one problem he wanted payment in advance I really didn’t understand until she shoved.
That was the same day his flesh was seared from his bones and his soul was bound in a type tube used to communicate information long distances. There was a mix up his soul was always meant to be used in a curse but instead was broken down and smelted into a means of communication. Trapped imprisoned and used as a focal point for long range communications its safe to say he was pissed with the rest of castle it wasn’t hard to toy with words it started just struggling and changing syllables and expanded to making his anger infectious. It started with the minions murdering each other soon even the master had committed suicide. With the master gone all contracts were broken and this boy was released in all his fiery glory.
So many years later he returned to the material worlds as a formless monster. He found himself in a new environment and possessed the first body he could find not simply taking control but forcing the previous owner to leave. The process was draining and already not having a body had taken a toll on him making his memories and identity a mess without a brain to organize them. With the previous memories still in place he took himself to be that boy.
He lived his life and took his name. The original past was never really forgotten just not understood and haunting. He questioned his sanity several times and buried himself in his new life trying to push his growing fear away. It built up, without an outlet the rage he had broke loose putting him in a state of temporary insanity. Sobering he a great calm as he fully recognized himself and what he had done. Deciding now would be a good time to leave he faded away from the burning world.