Post by zerav on Nov 2, 2011 3:21:34 GMT -5
Sutcliffe; Devon; Kishin
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✒—Nickname(s): That Fucking Dragon, Gluttony, RUN AWAY
✒—Gender: Male
✒—Age: Unknown as human form has long since been discarded. Estimated at over 200 years.
✒—Character Type: Kishin
✒—Class: Two Star
A Monstrous Body
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“Don’t bother running!”
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“Don’t bother running!”
✒—AppearanceHeight✒ 18’ (when standing fully upright)
Weight✒ 1000 lbs
At a GlanceThose who have survived encounters with Zerav (an abysmally small number of people) ever since he first appeared in this form have never seen what he used to look like. The most commonly reported appearance is that of a large, skeletal, and malnourished dragon. Despite this appearance, Zerav is deceptively strong as he is extremely well-adapted to a predatory lifestyle. His body is covered in tough, hardened scales that pulse between dark blue and black by default, though he can at will keep his body color consistently at either one. This helps him blend in well at night and in other dark environments. His armored head is quite large in comparison to the relatively thin, long neck it’s attached to. His powerful, crushing jaws are lined with serrated, razor sharp fangs used to hold onto and shred prey. His eyes glow golden-white, but turn red if he’s feeling especially bloodthirsty.
Zerav’s winged body is quite thin and appears skeletal. His upper chest is covered in two large, angular scales that act as armor. The outward facing portions of its forearms are similarly armored as well. His hands have long, clawed fingers that are excellent for grasping and hanging onto prey items as well as tearing them apart. Similarly his feet have very sharp talons, also for grasping and holding onto things or tearing them apart. These claws and talons are also useful if Zerav wishes to hang from places as well. Zerav’s jagged, armored, and strong yet flexible tail ends with a deadly tail blade. He is typically seen crouched over on all fours and is never seen standing upright at full height.
✒—Fighting Style
Zerav has quite a versatile fighting style as a result of devising several strategies to better capture and devour prey. A general rule for him is to use whatever works. One of his favorite methods is ambushing. By finding a dark place where his form can easily blend in, he will wait silently until his quarry passes by, after which he will suddenly strike out and attack. That is just one of many methods he will use. Zerav is also an excellent dogfighter as his natural realm is the sky.
✒—PersonalityAt first glance one might think Zerav is merely a mindless monster capable of nothing more than death and destruction. In that regard, one would only be half right. Upon discarding his humanity along with his human body, his form became one best suited for predation in order to grant him the abilities necessary to hunt down all forms of prey. To call him a sociopath would be inappropriate, as given his monstrous form, he is no longer bound by the rules of society. He is more or less motivated by an undying hunger. Zerav also hungers for more power, and will consume every soul in order to satisfy that hunger (which is never satisfied).
Years of surviving and consuming an extremely large number of souls have given Zerav the experience needed to keep this lifestyle of predation and uninhibited consumption of souls. Despite acting like a mindless monster, Zerav is actually quite crafty, employing a variety of techniques and strategies to better enable him to kill and devour stronger souls. Zerav also enjoys a good chase, often prolonging and toying with the prey item if he can afford to do so before diving in for the finishing strike. Subtlety is not a concern for this beast once victims are found, as he will tear mercilessly into his victims with his claws and fangs, leaving blood and pieces of them everywhere. One of the many things Zerav is great at is intimidation, and this is something he can use to great effect against more powerful enemies. The sheer amount of carnage and destruction he can exact may demoralize those who witness and survive an encounter with him. However, when need be, he can also act quite civil around those he is allied with, but it is something he greatly despises. Zerav is also quite capable of deception and to a lesser extent, manipulation.
The amount of delight he takes in chasing down, fighting, and devouring his prey seems to have overwritten other emotions like sadness. After all, he has no reason to be sad if he has no attachments to anyone or anything and motivated by hunger. Emotions like anger still exist, though it’s extremely difficult to actually anger him. If he is angry, there really isn’t much of a difference compared to his normal self, aside from the obvious change in mood and increased destructiveness. He won’t bother to toy with prey in an enraged state, so it may be to their benefit to experience a quick death rather than a long and drawn-out one. Zerav can also be loyal, provided the one he is loyal to can provide a ton of food for him.
Zerav also has a form of communication quite unique to himself. When not speaking, he communicates by utilizing growls, clicks, calls, and body language. He also has a very wide sound range, able to produce ultra-low rumbles and extremely high frequency sounds that cannot be perceived by human ear. A combination of the two allow Zerav to send long distance messages as long as the receiver can decode said message.
Corrupt the Soul
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“I’M COMING FOR YOU!”
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“I’M COMING FOR YOU!”
✒—Abilities:✒ Madness Perception: This ability allows the user to see the souls of others via the inherent Madness that exists in all souls. Given the highly predatory nature of Zerav, this extrasensory ability comes in handy when searching out hidden prey. As with Soul Perception, witches using Soul Protect are spared from detection. Through his eyes, it would be akin to seeing radioactive tracers in a body. The more Madness there is in a soul, the brighter the marker is. If there is less Madness in someone's soul, it becomes difficult to see it. This ability is most effective when used in the air and least effective when used while grounded.
✒ Roar: Zerav emits a terrifying roar that can stun an opponent. The sound waves generated hit with tangible force, not causing any real damage (apart from temporarily deafening the victim). Its primary use is to throw an opponent off guard and if successful will daze them momentarily. Those affected can still defend themselves and move but it will be difficult for those unused to having their sense of balance and hearing directly and savagely assaulted. Effective range is 40 feet.
✒ Vulcan: Zerav is able to use his Madness Wavelength to create a large number of aptly named “Madness Rounds.” He can fire them from his mouth in a similar manner to a machine gun or a fighter jet’s Vulcan cannon, giving him the ability to chew through armor and such with barrages. However, like the weapon the ability mimics, it has a tendency to overheat after prolonged use so sustained fire will require him to go through a cooldown period that can last anywhere from one to two posts. This ability is best used in short bursts so as to avoid overheating.
✒ Razor Wing: Concentrating the highly disruptive Madness energy around his wings, Zerav can give them a deadly cutting edge, able to cut and burn through obstacles and targets. Mundane materials are effectively sliced through on contact, though Meisters wielding Weapons and strong Soul Wavelengths can nullify the cutting edge or even deflect it off.
✒ Madness Particle Beam: This is the most versatile and potentially destructive of Zerav’s abilities. Zerav condenses and concentrates his Madness Wavelength inside his body, and then releases it in the form of a single sustained beam of varying size and strength depending on how much of the wavelength is compressed and for how long. The beam carries a lot of mass and energy with it, able to knock things close to it, burn things even closer, and then have a combined effect of the two on whatever it hits. Of course, such an ability is not without its drawbacks. Smaller beams carry less surrounding damage while still getting the job done. Larger beams however, use up a lot of energy to compress and release. The beams can also be stopped or deflected by a strong enough Soul Wavelength.
✒—Madness Theme: Concentrated Energy
✒—Deadly Sin Represented: Gluttony
Out of Your Mind
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“My hunger is never satisfied!”
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“My hunger is never satisfied!”
✒—Strengths✒ Very Fast and Agile
✒ Cunning
✒ Enhanced Senses: Vision (akin to that of a Bird of Prey’s) and Smell
✒ Deadly at Any Range
✒—Weaknesses✒ Glass Cannon (Can dish out massive damage, can’t really take it)
✒ Stamina
✒ Arrogant (bites off more than he can chew often)
✒ Unstable as a Result of High Agility (easily knocked around)
✒ Wings are Easy Targets
✒—Hobbies✒ Killing
✒ Eating
✒ Playing with Food
✒ Spreading Madness
✒ Leaving Destruction Everywhere
✒—Likes✒ Death
✒ Food
✒ Souls
✒ Killing
✒ Eating
✒ Destruction
✒ Ambushes
✒ Keeping Self Well-Groomed
✒ Blood
✒ Night
✒—Dislikes✒ Abandoning a Hunt
✒ Letting Prey Live
✒ Hunger
✒ Vegetarians
✒ Losing
✒—Character HistoryThe Kishin referred to as Zerav was once an Englishman named Devon Sutcliffe, born over two hundred years ago in Nottingham, England during the height of the Industrial Revolution. His father, Norris, was an unemployed factory worker who spent most of his time and his family’s money at the pub getting drunk. He and his mother worked in one of the many textile factories that were commonplace during the time. As was expected of working in those places at the time, working conditions were terrible and safety regulations were practically nonexistent. As a result of what little wages they made being spent on beer, both he and his mother often went hungry. The food the factory provided was nowhere near enough to keep them remotely healthy. His home was not much better. His almost always drunk father often beat him for being a terrible son. He had also beaten his mother as well.
Despite being a very clever little boy, Devon never received an education as he spent the large portion of his childhood and adolescent years toiling endlessly in the textile mill. While other adult and child laborers around him died off one by one as a result of horrific industrial accidents, he managed to survive all of these years while remaining impoverished and malnourished. Throughout these terrible years he had harbored an intense hatred for the factory owners and the foremen. His will to survive along with his craftiness were the only things allowing him to survive all of these years working in such a dangerous environment.
Things would change for the worse, but in some respects for the better. On the day that changed his life entirely, he had been working on the mills just as usual. He had suddenly found himself caught in the machine and dragged towards the large gears that ran the thing. Before death could claim him, one of the foremen had forcibly pulled him out and away from the machine, effectively saving his life. However, he had started to beat him for possibly costing them money and for apparently “dozing off on the job.” Having enough of this life in the factory and at him, he turned on the foremen. In the ensuing chaos of the fight, the now 18 year old Englishman ended up pushing the foreman into the same machine he had been caught on earlier. The back of his shirt had gotten caught in the large gears, causing his neck to be crushed and cut apart by the gears. It was also at this time he had his first experience with Soul Perception, becoming inexplicably attracted to this glowing blue/white object. All reason had been tossed aside as he grabbed ahold of the foreman’s soul, and consumed it, beginning his descent into Madness and becoming a Kishin. He had also developed an unusual undying hunger for more of these glowing orbs.
With this dead body lying in front of him and the rest of the foreman and the factory owners arriving to deal with the boy, he fled for home, only to encounter his usual drunk father. Wondering why his shit son had come home so early from work, he tried to beat him. In retaliation, Devon grabbed a vase and evaded a drunken swing, breaking the object over his father’s head. With his father now lying unconscious with blood oozing from his head, the boy took a large shard and started digging into his father, gouging more and more flesh until he died, after which his soul was consumed. Taking a knife from the kitchen, he fled the home, leaving behind the mutilated body of his father.
Over the next several years, Devon lived a vagrant life, drifting from town to town on his quest to consume more souls to satiate this hunger of his. In between towns and cities, he often ambushed travellers, killing them with the knife he took from his home and consuming their souls and then going back into hiding. After a while, he had consumed enough souls to develop enough strength to tackle on a city population. He traveled back to his birthplace of Nottingham, murdering and consuming any unwitting people he encountered in the middle of the night. Men, women, children, police, it mattered not. Everything to him was free game as he would not let go a potential meal. Eventually, he traveled back to the factory where he used to work and set fire. All of the souls that perished in the fire, including his mother’s, were readily devoured. It around this time his appearance began to change dramatically, becoming ever so close to that of a Kishin’s.
He fled once more to other cities, terrorizing populations with his gruesome murders and devouring their souls. Eventually he had outlived the typical lifespan for that time, but had showed no signs of aging. It was around this time he shed his human form, adopting a much more sinister and monstrous form of a wicked and skeletal-appearing dragon, abandoning what little remained of his humanity. Similarly, he discarded his name, and took up the name of Zerav. He migrated to Wales, and terrorized the countryside for many more decades. Shibusen had been tracking his movements for all of these years, but never managed to find him as he had evaded them quite well. In this much more powerful form, he claimed the souls of many Meister-Weapon teams who were unprepared to deal with such a long-living and powerful Kishin. In his search for more powerful souls to consume, he flew over the Atlantic and into America. The Kishin’s territory now spanned much of the West Coast, travelling from place to place to devour more souls and spread Madness and destruction.
✒—Extra Notes[/color]
✒ Zerav, when he was human, lovedsloppy makeouts on the roof.
✒ Extremely dangerous, kill on sight.Character Theme
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Type theEND by Naoki Sato
Behind the Strings
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✒—AliasDie, Claus, Klaus.
✒—Other CharactersNiklas Alexandersson
✒—Face ClaimOmega Ridley, Metroid Prime 3
✒—Sample Post[/blockquote][/color]
“Demon flight, you are clear for take-off,” said the operator at the air control tower at Holloman Air Force Base in New Mexico.
A group of four F-22 Raptors took off from the runway, banking left lazily over the desert as they began night flying training for three rookies led by one advanced flight instructor. They practiced several maneuvers before testing live ammunition on dummy ground targets. Bullets lit the night sky as each jet pelted the ground targets with a barrage. One of the rookies who had just finished his attack run continued to fly in one direction, that was until something flashed on his and everyone else’s radar. “Hey coach! I have radar contact. It looks, what is it?” he radioed over.
“No idea, nugget. Be on the lookout, might be a UFO or something ‘cuz I’m pretty damn sure there aren’t any bogeys or bandits out here,” he said. As soon as it appeared on radar, it had disappeared. The rookie who had first detected it looked out through the all-glass canopy. He screamed out loud as he had caught sight of a large jaw full of fangs. “What? What is it! Calm down son,” said the instructor.
“Coach, I just saw something out there! What the fuck was that?” shouted the rookie.
“We didn’t see anything, are you sure you’re oka-” said the instructor until he was interrupted. Another rookie’s F-22 had suddenly exploded. Instantly the other three planes broke off and scattered. “Gah. Control, control. We are under attack, I repeat we are under attack!” the instructor shouted as he performed evasive maneuvers against whatever was attacking the training flight.
A pulsing dark blue-black creature had claimed its first soul for the night. The winged demon rocketed towards the next victim, coming up on its 6 and giving chase. The pilot, unable to shake the unbelievably agile monster hit the afterburners, pushing him forward much faster than the creature could follow. It was then it opened its mouth, spraying a barrage what looked like vulcan gun fire. The bullets tore into the rear of the jet, causing one of the engines to burst into the flames and start smoking. As soon as it started to slow, the creature caught up, raking its claws into the metal skin of the fighter and tearing open the canopy. The pilot could only scream in terror as he was ripped from the plane and devoured, soul and everything. Two down.
“Fuck!” shouted the remaining rookie as he engaged the unidentified bandit. It was now the creature’s turn to be chased. “Why can’t I lock on?” he growled in frustration. As he was unable to fire any missiles, he opened fire with his plane’s vulcan gun. The creature rolled and turned in many different ways, each time avoiding a burst from the gatling gun hidden in the aircraft’s fuselage. The creature then extended its wings fully, rising up a bit and slowing down a massive amount, allowing its pursuer to overshoot. As it passed underneath, the creature rolled, unleashing a beam that cut through the plane’s body, separating it into three pieces. The pilot promptly ejected as his fighter fell apart around him and exploded, only to be scooped up into the jaws of their attacker. He didn’t have any time to scream as the jaws crushed his body and sprayed his blood into the air.
The instructor was now the only one left. Not caring whether or not he was able to get a lock on the creature he dumb-fired a missile. The creature avoided it, but the projectile detonated in mid-air. The subsequent explosion knocked the creature around, but at the same time it gave it a boost right into the nose of remaining fighter. A growl of pain was replaced by a sickening, guttural chuckle as the face of their attacker stared into the eyes of the instructor. The air control tower could only listen to his cries of terror becoming drowned by the triumphant roar of the creature as it clamped its massive jaws around the forward section of the plane, right over the cockpit. The creature’s eyes narrowed sinisterly as the sound of crunching metal grated on its ears. The glass canopy suddenly gave way as the jaws completely crushed the front of the plane, right over the instructor. With the last of his quarry among this group claimed and his soul devoured, the creature spat out whatever chunks of metal and glass had gotten stuck in its mouth and kicked off of the plane, taking flight and leaving another triumphant roar in the skies.
