08-01-2007, 02:23 AM
Character: Lucifer
((As seen here: http://www.myfavoritegames.com/dragonbal...cter-l.htm ))
Fighting Style: Underhanded
Planet: Earth
E-mail: mortredrisen@yahoo.com
Starting Moves:
1.) Blood of thy blood:
When feeding and drawing the blood of any victim. Lucifer uses his own ki focused through his fangs. Some his victims Ki is then taken along with the blood of his victim which is transferred to Lucifer. Granting him some of his victims knowledge.
Thus Lucifer may choose one best attack move from the victims roster and he may use that attack freely for a short amount of time. This is only temporary, after that Lucifer does not retain the information nor ability to do the attack. Unless he drains blood and ki from the victim again.
2.) Vampire bite:
By the same method of using his own ki through his fangs to draw blood but instead of taking the victims ki. Lucifer plants his own ki inside the victim instead. Thus making the victim susceptible to hypnotic suggestion but the command needs to be very simple such as “Go jump off a bridge.” but not complex like “Go jump off a bridge and don’t fly.” This lasts only for very short time and the victim retains absolutely no memory of the event.
3.) Mist and shadow:
Lucifer can use his ki to create a thick mist or dark shadow where ever he pleases. By the same right he can also use his ki to manipulate the mist or shadow to form crude weapons, blend in and disappear in to it. Create false images and even become an extension of his own body. Making mere mist and shadow be most lethal instead of trivial but this also consumes his ki a huge deal.
Roleplay Sample:
What care I for this sorted lot in life that now walk the streets in the daylight with impunity. What care I for the mortals who inherit this world and drive their cars and lessen their women. For I am Lucifer, the ever constant bain of existence for all beings on this miserable planet. Have endured for over a thousand years. To witness the rise and fall of my kind and to this day, reside far beneath them. Far away from their problems and woes. Their fears and their strife. Far away from those who fight and do battle, day in and day out.. Far from those who live and those who strive on. What do care I for their lot. You may ask yourself, why do I carry such a great amount of disdain for these beings and why do I care for nothing else?
Then, I shall tell you. Sit a spell and I shall tell you a story. A story of how I came in to being. As a lost and long forgotten creature of olden time. Left over from a another era. Now that reigns in a hopeless society, that doesn’t believe in me or my kind anymore. Which was not always that way. Back when and farther back still, when creatures of the night reigned supreme and the darkness belonged to us. In the old world, whence demons ruled the earth and the humans were our mere feed. It was known as the dark times and they were good times for our kindred then. Where demons were such a common sight, so long ago. During that time, I had been born, created and walked among them as fellow creature of the night. I lived and breathed of them for as long as we endured. To them I was brother, friend, compatriot, ally and lover. To them I was all these things and more. Much , much more.
Never under estimate the stinking stench of a human being though. They can be tricky, resourceful and full of an indomitable energy that we cannot contain. Like the day they took up arms against us. Rose up for freedom and drove us back in to the depths of darkness from which we had spawned. Where there, they slaughtered us all until we were no more. Though a few of us had survived however and fled in to hiding. I was one of them. Fled and ran as best I could as I witnessed with mine own eyes, the days of the old world quickly fading away as did many of my cherished brethren. They hunted us all down, relentlessly. Until our kind were no more and the dark ages came to an end and the age of the humans came about. I lived however, I persevered and I held such sorrows in my darkened heart. As my kind were quickly forgotten and left dead. Left from the minds and no longer fearful hearts of the human beings. The new world came in to light, as did the sun. With that, came evolution and technology. Came the new age of prosperity and change. As did came the fighters from every world who would do their thing. While I sat in the shadows and watched, brooding, waiting.
Now here, deep beneath their sewers. Beneath their city streets and beneath their sorted affairs. I live and I squander. In long forgotten catacombs once made by the humans for my kind. Far beneath the knowledgeable stretch of human existence. Where I have since remained through out the century. Only surfacing a few times a year when I have the need to feed, at night. I would rather not go up to the surface at all if I had the choice.
Why should I have to bother ever again with their kind. When they have so easily forgotten about my kind. Forgotten about this place and everything that had to do with the olden times anymore. To them I am mere myth and legend now. Mere story and conjecture, nothing more. Let them squabble in their endless play. Let the fighters fight what they may. It makes no difference to me. They have all forgotten me and perhaps its best it should stay that way. Should it be my place to make them remember and bring back the dark times again? It is not the time, nor may it ever be the time. I am one person, who wishes to dwell here and be left alone.
Now is not the time for my kind to exist anymore. Now it is their time, the fighting kind. Those who wage wars and have their sorted endless tournaments. How they fight, how futile their world. I care less for any who would do battle and have whatever come what may. It makes little difference to me. As long as I have these long and forgotten catacombs beneath this city. I have my own rule and domain. Far away from their lot in life. Far away from anyone else that will bother to remember me. I will have it that way.
I am alone, probably the last of my kind. Demon, devil, drinker of blood and devourer of souls. Fighter of none. Once I could destroy peoples dreams. Now I am the dream. So let it be that way. So let it stay.
What do I care for them! What do I care. I am forgotten.
Now leave me in peace. Leave and return no more. I want to be as the way for anyone who finds me here.
Alone.
((As seen here: http://www.myfavoritegames.com/dragonbal...cter-l.htm ))
Fighting Style: Underhanded
Planet: Earth
E-mail: mortredrisen@yahoo.com
Starting Moves:
1.) Blood of thy blood:
When feeding and drawing the blood of any victim. Lucifer uses his own ki focused through his fangs. Some his victims Ki is then taken along with the blood of his victim which is transferred to Lucifer. Granting him some of his victims knowledge.
Thus Lucifer may choose one best attack move from the victims roster and he may use that attack freely for a short amount of time. This is only temporary, after that Lucifer does not retain the information nor ability to do the attack. Unless he drains blood and ki from the victim again.
2.) Vampire bite:
By the same method of using his own ki through his fangs to draw blood but instead of taking the victims ki. Lucifer plants his own ki inside the victim instead. Thus making the victim susceptible to hypnotic suggestion but the command needs to be very simple such as “Go jump off a bridge.” but not complex like “Go jump off a bridge and don’t fly.” This lasts only for very short time and the victim retains absolutely no memory of the event.
3.) Mist and shadow:
Lucifer can use his ki to create a thick mist or dark shadow where ever he pleases. By the same right he can also use his ki to manipulate the mist or shadow to form crude weapons, blend in and disappear in to it. Create false images and even become an extension of his own body. Making mere mist and shadow be most lethal instead of trivial but this also consumes his ki a huge deal.
Roleplay Sample:
What care I for this sorted lot in life that now walk the streets in the daylight with impunity. What care I for the mortals who inherit this world and drive their cars and lessen their women. For I am Lucifer, the ever constant bain of existence for all beings on this miserable planet. Have endured for over a thousand years. To witness the rise and fall of my kind and to this day, reside far beneath them. Far away from their problems and woes. Their fears and their strife. Far away from those who fight and do battle, day in and day out.. Far from those who live and those who strive on. What do care I for their lot. You may ask yourself, why do I carry such a great amount of disdain for these beings and why do I care for nothing else?
Then, I shall tell you. Sit a spell and I shall tell you a story. A story of how I came in to being. As a lost and long forgotten creature of olden time. Left over from a another era. Now that reigns in a hopeless society, that doesn’t believe in me or my kind anymore. Which was not always that way. Back when and farther back still, when creatures of the night reigned supreme and the darkness belonged to us. In the old world, whence demons ruled the earth and the humans were our mere feed. It was known as the dark times and they were good times for our kindred then. Where demons were such a common sight, so long ago. During that time, I had been born, created and walked among them as fellow creature of the night. I lived and breathed of them for as long as we endured. To them I was brother, friend, compatriot, ally and lover. To them I was all these things and more. Much , much more.
Never under estimate the stinking stench of a human being though. They can be tricky, resourceful and full of an indomitable energy that we cannot contain. Like the day they took up arms against us. Rose up for freedom and drove us back in to the depths of darkness from which we had spawned. Where there, they slaughtered us all until we were no more. Though a few of us had survived however and fled in to hiding. I was one of them. Fled and ran as best I could as I witnessed with mine own eyes, the days of the old world quickly fading away as did many of my cherished brethren. They hunted us all down, relentlessly. Until our kind were no more and the dark ages came to an end and the age of the humans came about. I lived however, I persevered and I held such sorrows in my darkened heart. As my kind were quickly forgotten and left dead. Left from the minds and no longer fearful hearts of the human beings. The new world came in to light, as did the sun. With that, came evolution and technology. Came the new age of prosperity and change. As did came the fighters from every world who would do their thing. While I sat in the shadows and watched, brooding, waiting.
Now here, deep beneath their sewers. Beneath their city streets and beneath their sorted affairs. I live and I squander. In long forgotten catacombs once made by the humans for my kind. Far beneath the knowledgeable stretch of human existence. Where I have since remained through out the century. Only surfacing a few times a year when I have the need to feed, at night. I would rather not go up to the surface at all if I had the choice.
Why should I have to bother ever again with their kind. When they have so easily forgotten about my kind. Forgotten about this place and everything that had to do with the olden times anymore. To them I am mere myth and legend now. Mere story and conjecture, nothing more. Let them squabble in their endless play. Let the fighters fight what they may. It makes no difference to me. They have all forgotten me and perhaps its best it should stay that way. Should it be my place to make them remember and bring back the dark times again? It is not the time, nor may it ever be the time. I am one person, who wishes to dwell here and be left alone.
Now is not the time for my kind to exist anymore. Now it is their time, the fighting kind. Those who wage wars and have their sorted endless tournaments. How they fight, how futile their world. I care less for any who would do battle and have whatever come what may. It makes little difference to me. As long as I have these long and forgotten catacombs beneath this city. I have my own rule and domain. Far away from their lot in life. Far away from anyone else that will bother to remember me. I will have it that way.
I am alone, probably the last of my kind. Demon, devil, drinker of blood and devourer of souls. Fighter of none. Once I could destroy peoples dreams. Now I am the dream. So let it be that way. So let it stay.
What do I care for them! What do I care. I am forgotten.
Now leave me in peace. Leave and return no more. I want to be as the way for anyone who finds me here.
Alone.
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