Post by Crucification on Dec 28, 2005 15:32:16 GMT -5
First name: Token
Last name: Sacrosanct
Crest: §åcro§åñc±
Afflation: Leader of the Sacrosanct Guild
Alignment: Is generally mellow and solemn when he's in-between battles and / or observing. But when the gloves come off, so does his light mood. In a battle, he is generally shifted over to more of an aggressive, hateful, enraged person.
Height: 6 foot 5 inches
Hair color(s): Dull black with red tips.
Eye color(s): Deep red eyes, with swirling obsidian pupils.
Race: Sacrosanct
Abilities: Truly assorted. The author will soon find what he likes out of all of them and narrow it down.
Born abilities: Metal manipulation, Threads of Ambit
Basic Description: From his exterior looks, he wears a giant cloak in which covers his body from head to the very ground he walks upon. His hood, generally as all other hood do, creates a thin looming shadow in which masks his face for the most part. Those very fibers consist of dark blue symbols which only come into view under the night's array. Of course the cloak is basically all black, but dull as everything else so he wouldn't stick out like some children's television character. His twin scythes are latched to his back in an " X " formation, as they overlap each other at a set point of in-between. It basically crosses over his spin, about mid-way down his back itself. The cloak itself is generally loose over all, as it's linked together with a basically thin steel chain link which connects together with two clips. Underneath the cloak's unified fibers lays a man who only has about 5 percent body fat. He wears only clothing on his lower half and down which is composed of black baggy pants, along with a pair of metal and leather boots. The pants only have two hand pockets and contain no special spells or anything. His boots are basically leather on the outside and inside, but are reinforced between each leather layer, and on the bottom is pure metal layers with treads. His only scars lie over his eyes, as one vertically drops from his forehead, to his check bone, but is too healed to be noticed. Underneath his pale skin lays a work of art. His entire skeletal structure is titanium metal, and is connected with ligaments and muscles. His very core harnesses his essential organs, except for his brain, which is of course located in his head. Through his veins run metallic liquid, and a virus that acts as his white blood cells and such. Runes of the sacrosanct culture decorate the exterior of his cloak with threads of dark blue. When inactive, they dully luminate under the rays of night. They're basically only visible to the concentrated eye, as well as one who's with in a reasonable distance.
Scythe: His scythes are basically limited in power. They're used to absorb basically all free floating energy, as one sucks the positively charge entities, while the other absorbs negative entities. They're both the same exteriorly, and are 6 foot even in length, while the blade is 3 1/2 feet. They can both be combined to the extent where they can summon forth his staff, which he barely uses since he's sort of found other ways besides the old ways of spell casting.
Staff: It is around 9 feet long, weighing about 20 - 25 pounds. At the top lays a black sphere in which is dull in every attribute. It's surrounded by a glass flame which flickers as though it were alive. Four blades rise up and around this flame in a 175 degree angel. The blades are 2 dimensional (Flat) and are about 2 feet in length. Each edge of this blade is sharpened since there could be any moment for attack. Along the handle travel a story of his very race, encrypted into a unique hieroglyphics in which circle around. At the very button lays a wasted blade. It's view of countless fights have left it rigid, with niches and scratch all over, giving it a more sinister look. What ever the blade originally was, it doesn't look like it now.
Doesn’t exist anymore
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Sublime Sacrosanct:
Occupation: Other mind
Alignment: Manipulative, calm, and pure evil.
Hair color(s): Deep red, almost brown.
Eye color(s): Pitch black.
Height: 6'5"
Description: Sublime is what you call, an it. It has no trace of Token, except for the very clothes he wears. From the external view, once again, you would see two horns raised from just above his eyes that run horizontal before it curves into a vertical. The scythes are gone, as they're melted into a new shape which is still on Token's back. They're like chain linked arms with assorted heads specifically made for torture. (Example: Spikes, drills, spikes running along a collar, etc.) All of its movements are controlled by his body naturally, as though it were extentions itself. Underneath the walls of his cloak lays a deeply scared man. He wears basically the same clothing, but his skin is a dark red / brown. Scars that almost look fresh cover as far as the eye can see as though they're about to bleed at any given second. His mouth is basically gone, as what's left of it is his melted lips which basically means he doesn't verbally communicate, like he ever would though. He has his other means of language, but he sometimes chooses not to use it. Beneath his skin lies the same system of a Sacrosanct, except the metallic liquid has been thickly dyed with black to give it that, black steel look.
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After years of being joined with the being known as Sublime, Token was rid of this burden after meeting up with Vorsear, one of the Sacrosanct and Myriad race. He wasn’t directly related to him, as he came from more of a family upon the other side of his planet in which held their own terreritory. The meeting didn’t come with conversation, but more with words of their first, and flexes of a muscle in a way, as a minor battle that destroyed the forest terrain took place. In the process, they somewhat had a silent respect for one another’s strength and skill, as Token offered this being something that comes once in a life time. Vorsear, having views of the future and what should happen during it, accepted this, as the mind of Sublime was thrown from the shared corpse, and Vorsear replaced him.
Vorsear
Occupation: Other existence
Alignment: Evil as always.
Description: Vorsear is the basic armored figure, large, powerful, and they work in their own ways, pending upon their personality. Holding vermillion transmetal armor, ornated brilliantly with Sacrosanct runic scriptures, the arrival of this being a fairly rare. Sustaining a peace that could he couldn’t find in the real world, the content being resides with in Token. For long he’s been fighting, and a time of rest will do the mind well. He wears a horned helm representing the cliché devil horns, while two spikes are molded into each shoulder.
Last name: Sacrosanct
Crest: §åcro§åñc±
Afflation: Leader of the Sacrosanct Guild
Alignment: Is generally mellow and solemn when he's in-between battles and / or observing. But when the gloves come off, so does his light mood. In a battle, he is generally shifted over to more of an aggressive, hateful, enraged person.
Height: 6 foot 5 inches
Hair color(s): Dull black with red tips.
Eye color(s): Deep red eyes, with swirling obsidian pupils.
Race: Sacrosanct
Abilities: Truly assorted. The author will soon find what he likes out of all of them and narrow it down.
Born abilities: Metal manipulation, Threads of Ambit
Basic Description: From his exterior looks, he wears a giant cloak in which covers his body from head to the very ground he walks upon. His hood, generally as all other hood do, creates a thin looming shadow in which masks his face for the most part. Those very fibers consist of dark blue symbols which only come into view under the night's array. Of course the cloak is basically all black, but dull as everything else so he wouldn't stick out like some children's television character. His twin scythes are latched to his back in an " X " formation, as they overlap each other at a set point of in-between. It basically crosses over his spin, about mid-way down his back itself. The cloak itself is generally loose over all, as it's linked together with a basically thin steel chain link which connects together with two clips. Underneath the cloak's unified fibers lays a man who only has about 5 percent body fat. He wears only clothing on his lower half and down which is composed of black baggy pants, along with a pair of metal and leather boots. The pants only have two hand pockets and contain no special spells or anything. His boots are basically leather on the outside and inside, but are reinforced between each leather layer, and on the bottom is pure metal layers with treads. His only scars lie over his eyes, as one vertically drops from his forehead, to his check bone, but is too healed to be noticed. Underneath his pale skin lays a work of art. His entire skeletal structure is titanium metal, and is connected with ligaments and muscles. His very core harnesses his essential organs, except for his brain, which is of course located in his head. Through his veins run metallic liquid, and a virus that acts as his white blood cells and such. Runes of the sacrosanct culture decorate the exterior of his cloak with threads of dark blue. When inactive, they dully luminate under the rays of night. They're basically only visible to the concentrated eye, as well as one who's with in a reasonable distance.
Scythe: His scythes are basically limited in power. They're used to absorb basically all free floating energy, as one sucks the positively charge entities, while the other absorbs negative entities. They're both the same exteriorly, and are 6 foot even in length, while the blade is 3 1/2 feet. They can both be combined to the extent where they can summon forth his staff, which he barely uses since he's sort of found other ways besides the old ways of spell casting.
Staff: It is around 9 feet long, weighing about 20 - 25 pounds. At the top lays a black sphere in which is dull in every attribute. It's surrounded by a glass flame which flickers as though it were alive. Four blades rise up and around this flame in a 175 degree angel. The blades are 2 dimensional (Flat) and are about 2 feet in length. Each edge of this blade is sharpened since there could be any moment for attack. Along the handle travel a story of his very race, encrypted into a unique hieroglyphics in which circle around. At the very button lays a wasted blade. It's view of countless fights have left it rigid, with niches and scratch all over, giving it a more sinister look. What ever the blade originally was, it doesn't look like it now.
Doesn’t exist anymore
===============================================================
Sublime Sacrosanct:
Occupation: Other mind
Alignment: Manipulative, calm, and pure evil.
Hair color(s): Deep red, almost brown.
Eye color(s): Pitch black.
Height: 6'5"
Description: Sublime is what you call, an it. It has no trace of Token, except for the very clothes he wears. From the external view, once again, you would see two horns raised from just above his eyes that run horizontal before it curves into a vertical. The scythes are gone, as they're melted into a new shape which is still on Token's back. They're like chain linked arms with assorted heads specifically made for torture. (Example: Spikes, drills, spikes running along a collar, etc.) All of its movements are controlled by his body naturally, as though it were extentions itself. Underneath the walls of his cloak lays a deeply scared man. He wears basically the same clothing, but his skin is a dark red / brown. Scars that almost look fresh cover as far as the eye can see as though they're about to bleed at any given second. His mouth is basically gone, as what's left of it is his melted lips which basically means he doesn't verbally communicate, like he ever would though. He has his other means of language, but he sometimes chooses not to use it. Beneath his skin lies the same system of a Sacrosanct, except the metallic liquid has been thickly dyed with black to give it that, black steel look.
===============================================================
After years of being joined with the being known as Sublime, Token was rid of this burden after meeting up with Vorsear, one of the Sacrosanct and Myriad race. He wasn’t directly related to him, as he came from more of a family upon the other side of his planet in which held their own terreritory. The meeting didn’t come with conversation, but more with words of their first, and flexes of a muscle in a way, as a minor battle that destroyed the forest terrain took place. In the process, they somewhat had a silent respect for one another’s strength and skill, as Token offered this being something that comes once in a life time. Vorsear, having views of the future and what should happen during it, accepted this, as the mind of Sublime was thrown from the shared corpse, and Vorsear replaced him.
Vorsear
Occupation: Other existence
Alignment: Evil as always.
Description: Vorsear is the basic armored figure, large, powerful, and they work in their own ways, pending upon their personality. Holding vermillion transmetal armor, ornated brilliantly with Sacrosanct runic scriptures, the arrival of this being a fairly rare. Sustaining a peace that could he couldn’t find in the real world, the content being resides with in Token. For long he’s been fighting, and a time of rest will do the mind well. He wears a horned helm representing the cliché devil horns, while two spikes are molded into each shoulder.
