Post by discorantentity on Jul 25, 2009 17:23:09 GMT -6
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Alias: Nightshade Alchemist aka Nightshade
Name: Lt. Rhiane Blackthorne
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Weight: 5' 6"
Height: 132 lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Amber
Personality: She is determined and very strong willed, despite how she returned from her narrow escape and failed mission she is still a member of the state military at heart. She would seek revenge for what she did if she remembered what she was made to do, and it would be a very brutal and primal revenge. Among any friends she is a warm and caring person who loves to shop, and eat fine cake as well as other pastries. In a fight she is focused on victory, and will pursue it at any cost unless the order is given to fall back. She is sensitive about how she looks now, and that alone makes her vulnerable to peoples comments ot social remarks and thus she will run and hide in a dark corner if people say bad things about her. Though her darkness has not left her, and she is prone to blanking out and reverting to the servant and killer that she was shaped into. This manifests itself as a second personality, making her a chimera in body as well as in the mind.
Physical Description: She looks like a woman with cat ears and a tail, though she also has retractable claws under her normal fingernails. She dresses in fashionable clothing, and often wears long dresses and skirts or blouses outside of her uniform. Her favored colors are purple, black, and red with purple being the primary. She has numerous tattoos on her arm and back, with her purple alchemy tattoo on the back of her right shoulder surrounded by thorny rose vines. The look in her eyes is a deep sorrow, one that was borne from her days of controlled deeds and insufferable experimentation. She has almost flawless skin, but she is very pale and looks like she is not a normal human.
History: She was once a state alchemist until she got herself into a situation one mission, the reason before this her past is not discussed is because she herself cannot remeber much from this period. What she can remember is that she was part of the military and she went out on covert missions to observe threats and gather intel, though this occupation was to be her downfall. Her family has already buried her, and considers her dead as it was told to them that she died on a mission as she was reporting in. Now here is what is relevant, and why she came into this predicament. This is something that is a senstive matter to her, and she wishes she could remember what she did and who did this to her.
She had been sent to observe a laboratory that was suspected of producing chimera's for an unknown benefactor, in a small town that seemed so quiet nobody would suspect a thing. In the course of her assignment she found that the town was part of the project, and just a ruse to hide the horrible truth. Getting too close she was captured and forced into being a subject for the experimentation. Making her into a humanoid chimera that combined the genes of a cat with hers she was collared with a device to contol her and used as a servant and assassin. This was a little ofer a year ago, and she was always trying to fight it despite her failures. For one long year she did as she was ordered, and only a few months ago finally broke the hold over her will. Killing her captor and reclaiming her old gear she fled and headed back to Central city so she could give a detailed report. Unaware of the fact that the Homunculi were playing everybody for fools, she only wanted to expose what she found and shut it down. Though it was as good as gone the moment she escaped and left the person in charge dead, once she returned she willingly returned to the state and allowed them to place her under observation. So far since her return she has shown all signs of being able to return to her duty, but she was denied and she left without a single word only to disappear into the shadows of society to carry on her fight alone. Nobody knows what side she has chosen, or if she has even dealt with her issues properly. All that is know she is a figure who lives in the shadows of society and pops up where there is conflict, whether it be her evil persona or her good one she has always acted based upon whatever is in control. She has come close to approaching the Homunculi and extending her services since the state wished to detain her, because she was a risk to society. She still ponders this act, but knows that she would be abandoning her kinder side in this act and giving into the evil she once was. Though willingly and in control, she is at the crossroads alone and afraid to even make a move one way or the other.
Other: She has the use of water alchemy, and she can draw water into a bullet made of poison that seems solid when it hits turns into a splash of water once it enters the body. She can transmute water into any deadly substance, such as poison or acid and use it to form objects that can be held for up to one hour before they dissipate into their base substance. Her favored weapon is a .45 calibre revolver, one that is more designed for power than accuracy and has never seen an actual bullet in it's chambers. She requires visible water and enough volume to match what she is making, thus she can't make a wall from a puddle.
--SAMPLE ROLEPLAY--
Rhiane woke up sweating and shaking, her nightmares from the past still recurring. Sitting on the edge of the hospital bed she slowly drank some water and closed her eyes, still in protected custody she was unsable to do anything and it bothered her. She wanted to find out what it was that she could not remember, and where it all began. Laying back down she tried to sleep again, this time trying to focus to clear her mind and see if she could remember something.
One year ago, unknown underground location
She was strapped down and drugged, only able to see the blurry face of a man she found her body heavy and her mind unable to think clearly. The sting of the needle in her arm drawing her blood made her wince, and then again the prick of a needle as she passed out. It was hours before she woke up, and when she did she was in a small room with a single unlocked door. Wandering out she woke up again...
Back to reality
Staring in a mirror and flicking the tail she now had her eyes narrowed, and she slammed her fist into the mirror as she hated that face that stared back at her. She wanted nothing more than to reverse the blasphemy that had been committed upon her, but knew it was not possible as this was the work of science. On the her knees now with cuts on her fingers, and a broken mirror she wept and wished that she could remember what happened outside of her dark dreams. She was scared but at the same time she was more willing to fight the people whou would deign to play god, and punish them for what happened to her and the sake of others who might become victims. Still there was a part of her that clawed at her conscience, and she could not ignore it as she knew that one day she would have to decide her path. The small inn room somewhere in central was where she called home, and acting as a messenger and thief were her primary sources of income. She had to choose, but the fear of becoming that monster she once was, even while able to control it, kept her from walking either road.
Alias: Nightshade Alchemist aka Nightshade
Name: Lt. Rhiane Blackthorne
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Weight: 5' 6"
Height: 132 lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Amber
Personality: She is determined and very strong willed, despite how she returned from her narrow escape and failed mission she is still a member of the state military at heart. She would seek revenge for what she did if she remembered what she was made to do, and it would be a very brutal and primal revenge. Among any friends she is a warm and caring person who loves to shop, and eat fine cake as well as other pastries. In a fight she is focused on victory, and will pursue it at any cost unless the order is given to fall back. She is sensitive about how she looks now, and that alone makes her vulnerable to peoples comments ot social remarks and thus she will run and hide in a dark corner if people say bad things about her. Though her darkness has not left her, and she is prone to blanking out and reverting to the servant and killer that she was shaped into. This manifests itself as a second personality, making her a chimera in body as well as in the mind.
Physical Description: She looks like a woman with cat ears and a tail, though she also has retractable claws under her normal fingernails. She dresses in fashionable clothing, and often wears long dresses and skirts or blouses outside of her uniform. Her favored colors are purple, black, and red with purple being the primary. She has numerous tattoos on her arm and back, with her purple alchemy tattoo on the back of her right shoulder surrounded by thorny rose vines. The look in her eyes is a deep sorrow, one that was borne from her days of controlled deeds and insufferable experimentation. She has almost flawless skin, but she is very pale and looks like she is not a normal human.
History: She was once a state alchemist until she got herself into a situation one mission, the reason before this her past is not discussed is because she herself cannot remeber much from this period. What she can remember is that she was part of the military and she went out on covert missions to observe threats and gather intel, though this occupation was to be her downfall. Her family has already buried her, and considers her dead as it was told to them that she died on a mission as she was reporting in. Now here is what is relevant, and why she came into this predicament. This is something that is a senstive matter to her, and she wishes she could remember what she did and who did this to her.
She had been sent to observe a laboratory that was suspected of producing chimera's for an unknown benefactor, in a small town that seemed so quiet nobody would suspect a thing. In the course of her assignment she found that the town was part of the project, and just a ruse to hide the horrible truth. Getting too close she was captured and forced into being a subject for the experimentation. Making her into a humanoid chimera that combined the genes of a cat with hers she was collared with a device to contol her and used as a servant and assassin. This was a little ofer a year ago, and she was always trying to fight it despite her failures. For one long year she did as she was ordered, and only a few months ago finally broke the hold over her will. Killing her captor and reclaiming her old gear she fled and headed back to Central city so she could give a detailed report. Unaware of the fact that the Homunculi were playing everybody for fools, she only wanted to expose what she found and shut it down. Though it was as good as gone the moment she escaped and left the person in charge dead, once she returned she willingly returned to the state and allowed them to place her under observation. So far since her return she has shown all signs of being able to return to her duty, but she was denied and she left without a single word only to disappear into the shadows of society to carry on her fight alone. Nobody knows what side she has chosen, or if she has even dealt with her issues properly. All that is know she is a figure who lives in the shadows of society and pops up where there is conflict, whether it be her evil persona or her good one she has always acted based upon whatever is in control. She has come close to approaching the Homunculi and extending her services since the state wished to detain her, because she was a risk to society. She still ponders this act, but knows that she would be abandoning her kinder side in this act and giving into the evil she once was. Though willingly and in control, she is at the crossroads alone and afraid to even make a move one way or the other.
Other: She has the use of water alchemy, and she can draw water into a bullet made of poison that seems solid when it hits turns into a splash of water once it enters the body. She can transmute water into any deadly substance, such as poison or acid and use it to form objects that can be held for up to one hour before they dissipate into their base substance. Her favored weapon is a .45 calibre revolver, one that is more designed for power than accuracy and has never seen an actual bullet in it's chambers. She requires visible water and enough volume to match what she is making, thus she can't make a wall from a puddle.
--SAMPLE ROLEPLAY--
Rhiane woke up sweating and shaking, her nightmares from the past still recurring. Sitting on the edge of the hospital bed she slowly drank some water and closed her eyes, still in protected custody she was unsable to do anything and it bothered her. She wanted to find out what it was that she could not remember, and where it all began. Laying back down she tried to sleep again, this time trying to focus to clear her mind and see if she could remember something.
One year ago, unknown underground location
She was strapped down and drugged, only able to see the blurry face of a man she found her body heavy and her mind unable to think clearly. The sting of the needle in her arm drawing her blood made her wince, and then again the prick of a needle as she passed out. It was hours before she woke up, and when she did she was in a small room with a single unlocked door. Wandering out she woke up again...
Back to reality
Staring in a mirror and flicking the tail she now had her eyes narrowed, and she slammed her fist into the mirror as she hated that face that stared back at her. She wanted nothing more than to reverse the blasphemy that had been committed upon her, but knew it was not possible as this was the work of science. On the her knees now with cuts on her fingers, and a broken mirror she wept and wished that she could remember what happened outside of her dark dreams. She was scared but at the same time she was more willing to fight the people whou would deign to play god, and punish them for what happened to her and the sake of others who might become victims. Still there was a part of her that clawed at her conscience, and she could not ignore it as she knew that one day she would have to decide her path. The small inn room somewhere in central was where she called home, and acting as a messenger and thief were her primary sources of income. She had to choose, but the fear of becoming that monster she once was, even while able to control it, kept her from walking either road.
