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Music / Re: What are you listening to?
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Motion City Soundtrack - A-Ok
Americas / Re: I just wanted to use Gideon ok
« Last post by Gideon on Today at 04:05:35 AM »
The pulsing behind Gideon’s eyes kept getting hotter, even though his bloodlust would continue to rise, the pain kept increasing, something was keeping them on high alert.
There was a psionic. A strong one. One that could compete with that arrogant fishing American that put a bomb in his neck. A mindwalker of some kind. He couldn’t wait to kill them. Tear that precious brain from their skull and smash it across the floor, psionics always screamed so well.

He needed to hurt something, the Nails had to be sated.

Then, like an angel, someone to hurt descended in front of him.

And the Nails went absolutely fishing insane. Coupled with provectimancy warning him of a vampire the pain shot through the roof. Gideon skidded to a halt as his entire upper body convulsed for a moment. The newcomer said something, but Gideon couldn’t hear it over the Nails screeching for blood, demanding death. He looked up from his hunched position as he felt something familiar. His body felt fractionally heavier, attracted to this newcomer by an invisible force.
Not telekinesis, but what else coul-

Gideon swayed on his feet as the Nails slowed down and he focused in, everything but the vampire started to blur, nothing else mattered.

”C-continuum. Gravit-ty goat.” Gideon stammered as the Nails made his face twitch. A continuum and a vampire, but not a normal vampire. Normal vampires weren’t fun. They couldn’t keep up, never saw him coming. Whoever this was could track him. There was no delay between him moving and here eyes following. Her movements were graceful, even to Gideon’s eyes.

He couldn’t wait to see her bleed before he killed the psionic.

He was confident he could close the gap on the newcomer in something close to a blink, if not faster, his only question was whether she could intercept him before he reached her.

The risk was worth it.

The Nails started to ease the pain, his clearer head let him stand up straight and speak clearly.

”I’m going to feed the Psionic your eYEBALLS!” Gideon shouted and moved, he closed the distance in exactly the time he expected, he feinted low for a tackle around the vampires midsection, but at the last second he surged back upwards, aiming a devastating uppercut for her jaw. On a normal person, a hit like that would lead to a minimum of a traumatic brain injury, but there was no telling what the vampire could do.
Americas / Re: I just wanted to use Gideon ok
« Last post by Charlotte on Today at 03:11:42 AM »
 Jacinth's piano playlist was on, softly streaming throughout the house as she typed on her laptop; a nonchalant reply to some email reaching out to her about something-or-other. Any other day, she'd have paid more attention, but it was a Sunday and she was fatigued enough to feel like she could melt into the couch. For some reason the weather had also decided to be ridiculously humid while also fluctuating between rain and kind of sunny.
 The past few days had been quite hectic for her; she had talked about the rather heated topic of mages revealing themselves to the public on her show, and it had not been positively received. The remainder had been damage control. Consequently, this had Ether always skulking in the shadows, somewhere. As much as Jace loved her sister, it was still pretty unsettling to know she was always somewhere, watching.
 She'd gotten about a third of the way through her email reply before she heard a huge crash, and immediately went to check the security cameras. At first, there was nothing really of note-- wait... there was a flash across the screen, and Jacinth had to have a closer look to even pick up what it was.
 A man. Sprinting comically fast across her drive. The remnants of her gate were splattered across her drive, clearly having done nothing to dissuade the man from simply crashing straight in.
 "Ether!" Jacinth called in an urgent tone. "Ether, there's a man in the drive!"
 She didn't receive any answer other than a slight change in pressure, her body suddenly feeling lighter, as if she was being pulled towards something in a nauseating sensation. A gunshot echoed across the area, and Jacinth could finally get a somewhat loose idea of Ether's positioning on the roof.

 Ether let out an impressed whistle as her bullet found no target.
"He's fast."
Can we please get rid of him? Jacinth's response echoed in her head, and Eth merely rolled her eye.
 His movements were fast, yes. But not too fast for Ether. She had a clear glimpse of him, the black shock of hair, and his absolute monstrous build. What interested her most, however, was the claws. They looked stronger than Ether's own ones, and completely artificial. As if he'd subjected himself to treatments in order to get the effect.
"Think we'll need the men in white coats for this one, Jacie." Ether chuckled, and allowed her body weight to be lifted, soaring through the air and strengthening the gravity below her at the last minute to crash down in front of him and intercept before he could reach the door. She kept a pull around her body, strengthening it as he got closer and causing nearby objects to start to bend and stretch towards her.
 "You're gonna have to sto--" Her words were choked short by a sudden aggression, completely pulling her away from her joking demeanour and urging her, screaming at her to jump forward and tear the aggressor's throat out. Eth cringed and kept her focus as unwavered as she could, having completely lost her train of thought as a new one flooded her mind; A fishing provectimancer.
Music / Re: What are you listening to?
« Last post by Dregran Entropy on April 19, 2019, 10:12:22 AM »
Ivy (Doomsday) - The Amity Affliction
Character Profiles / Re: Emmanuel Insilio
« Last post by Constantine Hood on April 18, 2019, 06:40:01 PM »
First attempt at one of these so rather brief, however if I can think of anything or anyone has any suggestions I will certainly change/add to it. I especially intend to expand his bio/history. Hope it's satisfactory.
Character Profiles / Emmanuel Insilio
« Last post by Constantine Hood on April 18, 2019, 06:37:59 PM »
Name and Occupation
- Taken Name: Emmanuel Insilio
- Pronunciation of the Name: E-man-you-well In-silly-o
- Name Etymology: Emmanuel means 'God with us' in Hebrew, accentuating his devotion to the Church and the Faceless Ones. Insilio is Latin for leap/bound, hearkening to his species aptitude for agility and eccentric acrobatics.
- Given Name: Charles Smith. Insilio did not only take a name to protect himself but to represent his discarding of his heritage and highlight his utter obedience to the Faceless Ones.
- Pronunciation of the Name: Char-allz Smyth
- Character Job: Henchman for various Churches of the Faceless in North America.
- Titles: The Pestilence of Yukon

Character Mentality
- Character Personality: Insilio is fuelled by a revanchist desire to return the Faceless Ones to Earth and restore the glory of the Church. He has few quarrels with killing or other malicious activities as long as they align with his goal or help him acquire the means required to achieve it. He prefers to lurk in the background, selecting when to act and when to remain hidden. He can become easily irritated which can lead him to act rashly (he certainly doesn't like his Gods being insulted!), which is a key weakness that could be exploited. He views prayer (one form of which he engages in is self-punishment) as incredibly important and his warped conscious has categorised hunting mortals as a form of it - he views it as purifying the Earth prior to his Gods glorious return.
- Character Likes: The Faceless Ones and his fellow believers. Hunting mortals through the forests of Canada, possibly his favourite pastime besides Chess...
- Character Dislikes: Sinners, blasphemers, traitors and the Sanctuaries. Oh and enclosed spaces, obviously.
- Mental Traits: Taciturn and cunning.

Species and Allegiance
- Species: Unknown, the same as Springheeled Jack.
- Ethnicity: N/A
- Nationality: Technically Canadian - although from an English family.
- Alignment: Chaotic Evil.
- Allegiance: The Diablerie and the Church of the Faceless.
- Reasoning: Adopted by a member of the Church of the Faceless when young, thus has been indoctrinated in their beliefs and ways.

- Allies: The Diablerie.
- Enemies: Sanctuary Operatives and sinners.
- Family: None - possibly a distant and unknown relative of Springheeled Jack.
- Friends: Other members of the Church.
- Significant Other: None - a spouse is a distraction from worship!

Character Age and Gender
- True Age: 217
- Appearance Age: 37
- Character Birthday: 09/09/1801
- Gender: Male

Character Appearance
- Skin Colour: Pale white.
- Height: around 7ft.
- Weight: 99kg.
- Hair Description: Shoulder-length black hair that he keeps presentable.
- Eye Description: Black and beady, comparable to a vultures.
- Facial Details: Long, hooked nose. Small scares are present on the side of his face, a result of his undertaking of penance. Mouth appears to be in a permanent grimace - a result of his disgust for lower life forms.
- Physical Appearance: Elongated limbs and long fingers with sharp nails. Tall and broad shouldered. Deep scars envelope his back from extensive flagellation, results of his self-punishment that he has unsurprisingly partaken in due to being a member of the Church of the Faceless. When he is not in the open he walks with a hunch due to his size. Emmanuel likes to at least try to be presentable, so stays clean and healthy looking (unlike Springheeled Jack).
- Attire: Prefers to dress formally, usually wears a black armoured trench coat and beneath a crimson waistcoat over a shirt, with black tailored trousers to match. When at the Church, he will switch to standard and unremarkable robes which draw attention to his insignificance compared to the glory of the Faceless Ones.

Speech and Habits
- Character Voice: Deep and mournful, speaks in received pronunciation (posh English) with a slight Canadian accent. 
- Speech Traits: Sometimes ceases mid-speech altogether for no apparent reason, but really he is just thinking about the glory of his Gods.
- Languages: English and some French.
- Habits: Prayer and Penance - as should all followers of the Faceless Ones. Engaging in hunting mortals, especially through the wilderness.
- Mannerisms: Emmanuel moves with unnerving grace no matter the situation, in combat he will gladly display his prowess with a sword whilst performing a variety of unnecessary, but still impressive, feats. 

Weapons, Equipment and Artifacts
- Large Equipment: N/A
- Small Equipment: A device that inflicts a magnitude of agony - both for his enemies and some spontaneous penance.
- Weaponry: A small dagger in his boot. Carries a Rapier in a sheath on his back engraved with ancient symbols that make it incredibly durable which he 'liberated' from an ominous sorcerers' tomb.
- Ammunition: Firearms aren't exactly Emmanuel's forte.
- Pocket Items: His mentor and adopted father's pocket watch which he has significant sentimental value attached to.
- Magical Equipment/Artifacts: He discovered his Rapier in an underground tomb in Alaska in 1858. Speculation has led him to believe that it belonged to a dark sorcerer who was slain in the war.

Magical and Physical Abilities
- Physical Abilities: Considerable stamina and average strength - relies more on speed, manoeuvrability and skill during combat.
- Strengths: Open spaces that allow him significant room to manoeuvre and exploit his agility. Speed and his acrobatic skill. Swordfighting.
- Weaknesses: Closed/tight spaces put him at a substantial disadvantage. Gunfights.
- Training: Relatively high pain tolerance due to his undertaking of penance as a member of the Church. He received combat training from a Diablerie liaison as a child, who owed a favour to his adopted father. His adopted father trained him in the art of sword fighting, as he had served alongside Burgundy Dalrymple during the war, and as a result Emmanuel is quite skilled in this form of combat which greatly complements his acrobatic skills. Without his trusty rapier, he is still a dangerous foe and can still easily outmanoeuvre an armed opponent due to his natural ability, however he is unlikely to engage an enemy without it unless he is confident of a victory - or if he has been provoked into doing so.

Magical Afflictions
- Magical Disease or Affliction: His species?
- Cause of Infliction: Since birth.
- Benefits: Extreme agility, balance and is able to propel himself notably further off the ground than any human.
- Downsides: Slightly animistic features lead to people recoiling in horror when they see him which makes it difficult to be present in public places - although the terrified look on mortals' faces does amuse him when he approaches them in order to finish a hunt.
- Fitting In: Wears a long trench coat and rarely enters public places, preferring to remain in the Church, the wilderness or the shadows.

Goals, Motivation and History
- Major Goal: Restore the rule of the Faceless Ones to this Earth, no matter the cost.
- Minor Goals: Join the Diablerie to show his devotion and kill sinners and blasphemers whenever possible.
- Motivation: Indoctrinated believer, believes that it is his duty and not for him to question the Faceless Ones inherent right to rule the Earth. Dreams of living in a world devoid of mortals and non-believers, so that he no longer has to keep a low profile. He believes that this is what the Faceless Ones will do.
- Bio: Vincent Insilio knows very little of his heritage, except that his parents migrated from London to Northern Canada prior to his birth. Soon after his birth he was abandoned and taken in by a member of the Church, who raised him in the wilderness of Northern Canada. He was extensively taught the beliefs and rituals of the Church and became a devout believer. Insilio came to love the relative peacefulness and tranquillity of the wilderness, which was pierced only by the screams of the mortals he hunted, and he thrived there, bounding between the trees with inhuman elegance.

As he reached adulthood, he began to traverse the continent, coming into contact with everything from Cartels to Sanctuaries. Eventually his travels led him to Alaska, where he discovered an isolated tomb in the wilderness. Naturally, he was curious, and investigated this ominous discovery. Upon entry of the tomb, he immediately sensed an underlying power. The symbol of his church and associated engravings decorated the walls, leading him to believe that this was the tomb of a fellow believer. Emmanuel was rather disturbed that he had entered so disrespectfully, but also curious... Upon further investigation he came across an ornate Rapier, beautifully embellished with symbols. He praised his Gods for it, believing it to be a gift, and swore to avenge whoever the fallen believer was, should ever the opportunity arise.
Music / Re: What are you listening to?
« Last post by Darkwave on April 18, 2019, 03:54:11 PM »
Bored by Billie Eilish.
Forum Games / Re: Monarch of The Hill!
« Last post by Andro on April 18, 2019, 09:28:55 AM »
*eats ya*

New Members / Re: Oh Worm?
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Forum Games / Re: Monarch of The Hill!
« Last post by Mad Murdock on April 18, 2019, 08:08:13 AM »
*Slays you with a broadsword; vanquishing your reign and substituting it with my own*

Monarchy, is mine.
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