Post by xhane on Feb 27, 2011 22:17:44 GMT -5
XHANE
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WHO SHOT THAT ARROW IN YOUR THROAT
[/color]WHO MISSED THE CRIMSON APPLE[/font][/center]
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IT HUNG HEAVY ON THE TREE ABOVE YOUR HEAD
[/color]THIS CHAOS, THIS CALAMITY, THIS GARDEN ONCE WAS PERFECT[/font][/center]
Nicknames:
Age: 483
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation:
Member Group: Neutral, but leans more toward “good”
Sign: Capricorn
Powers: All of the typical powers of a vampire and a werewolf.
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GIVE YOUR IMMORTALITY TO ME
[/color]I'LL SET YOU UP AGAINST THE WORLD[/font][/center]
Eyes: blue
Hair: black
Height+Weight: 6’4”, 242 lbs.
Body Type: Toned, built
Normal Dress: A lot of leather and jean.
Distinguishing Features: The only thing that goes unchanged is the single gold chain around his neck with a pair of wedding rings hanging from it.
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WE LIED, WE CAN'T GO ON
[/color]THIS IS THE TIME AND THIS IS THE PLACE TO BE ALIVE[/font][/center]
Dislikes: Demons, vampires, werewolves, witches, and sun light
Strengths: Strong willed and loyal. Due to the two essences he has been mixed with due to his curse he has abnormal strength, speed, agility, endurance and stamina. He can take amazing amounts of pain and injury. Unlike your typical vampire he can handle being in the sunlight for short periods.
Weaknesses: Angered easily and his "demon" side takes over. Due to his skin being sensitive to sunlight he tries to stay out of it as much as possible. When in his altered form thinking and strategy becomes increasingly hard the longer he stays in that form.
Fears: That he’ll never find peace, and that he’s disgraced the memories of his dead family.
Secrets:
Habits/Quirks: Hunting
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THE SEA IS WINE RED
[/color]THIS IS THE DEATH OF BEAUTY[/font][/center]
Seemingly dark and withheld. Xhane doesn't really come off as too cheery of a person. But that doesn't' mean he's a complete snob either. He just prefers to be alone. Unfortunately he's quick to anger. When he becomes angered alot of the time he doesn't think before he acts. Otherwise he's soft spoken alot of the time. If he is to actually open up to someone he's a fairly nice guy and can prove to be dependable when things get rough...REALLY rough.
When he has actual friends he's very caring and only looks to help where he can. Xhane is very protective of his friends when in a rough spot. Even through all of that he doesn't like using his abilities unless he must. He views it as more of a "curse" than a blessing. [/ul]
THE DOVES HAVE DIED
[/color]THE LOVERS HAVE LIED[/font][/center]
Siblings: n/a
Hometown: A small village outside of Ayr, Scotland
Overall History: Xhane was born back in the 1500's in Scotland.
He grew up a normal life. He eventually married the love of his life, Krysten. But before he was to be married he was approached by an elderly woman while working out in the field. She warned him that if he married Krysten that he would live out eternity wishing for death, but it would never come. He blew her and her "threat" away like it was a joke.
He was married the next day. A few hours after "consumating the marriage" he awoke not being able to breath. He stumbled from their bed all the way through the house until he got outside. There was a massive thunderstorm going on that night. He made it outside and dropped to his knees screaming out in pain. His wife heard nothing due to the storm. Just when he thought it was over his insides felt like they were on fire. He was beginning to change. Following the change he would then run off into the woods never to be seen again by his wife.
He continued to watch over his wife and even lived through the agony of his son being born and him not being able to touch him. A few years later as word spread around the local village of "the beast of the wood" Krysten and son were in league with this beast. One night a mob was formed and they marched toward Krysten's farm house. Before Xhane could get back to his family they were slaughtered. After barrying them he proceeded to slaughter the entire nearby village.
He moved on throughout Europe and even met up with Anyanka and the Master. The Master tried to recruit Xhane for his coven but he refused in a rather violent matter and fled. He was eventually hunted down by a slayer. He tried to reason with her but she was set on "slaying" him. His inner demons took over and he wound up slaughtering her. Grieving over the monster he had become he went into hiding for quite some time.
Even at one point he met Darla and traveled with her. He began trying to let his "evil" side take over thinking it was all he had. Then upon realizing he just couldn't do it and for as decent as Darla was to him he decided to leave without any altercation. But before leaving he pointed a certain villager out to Darla that she may take a liking to. His name was Liam.
He then would take passage on a ship of immigrants to America. But before the ship would land a German would pick a fight with him due to his Scottish accent. The ship floated into the dock lifeless. Xhane was nowhere to be found during the search. He made his way to Chicago and upon hearing a screaming woman he went to see. He found a woman being attacked and fought off the asailant. She had been raped and stabbed. He craddled her in his arms feeling like it was somehow his fault. He was attacked from behind by a slayer. He tried to reason with this one as well but to avail. He wound up pushing her up against the brick wall of the alley way, but she didn't come back from the wall. He had pushed her into a broken piece of iron. He pulled her to the ground and sat with her til she died apologizing and hating himself.
He made his way across the rest of the country for reasons unknown to him. He was being drawn by the Hellmouth. After realizing the evil that resided in that area he made his way back across the country and boarded another ship back to Europe. He eventually made his way to England and met Ripper better known as Rupert Giles. This was right before "Ripper" became a Watcher. He learned many things from Rupert before sailing back across the Atlantic to America. It was here that Xhane took up post in Cleveland, Ohio. He heard caught word from Ripper that the Sunnydale Hellmouth was covered, but no one was on the Cleveland gate. Interesting how Cleveland of all places would be a gateway to hell...
Upon the Sunnydale Hellmouth closing abruptly Xhane left Cleveland. It wasn't his concern anymore. The slayer was free from her confines there and as far as he was concerned was now needed to watch over Cleveland. Xhane would then take a ship back to Europe. During this Xhane caught wind of slayers popping up everywhere. He was less than thrilled about this. Slayers had only caused him annoyance and pain throughout the years. Upon arriving in England he was caught by Rupert Giles once more. They would sit and talk for hours about what transpired in Sunnydale. Then Ripper let Xhane know he was needed in Cleveland and had to head back, he was only here to catch Xhane and gather some more of his belongings. Rupert then asked Xhane to stay in London and watch over the gathering of slayers in the city. Most had no idea what they were in for and at least half had no prior fighting training whatsoever. Xhane reluctantly agreed...
But after finishing his agreed deal there he was suddenly drawn to San Fransisco by forces he couldn’t explain…
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I CUT THE ARROW FROM YOUR NECK
[/color]STRETCHED YOU BENEATH THE TREE[/font][/center]
Roleplay Sample: Calvin has now been on this earth for about two weeks now. It’s been a whole two weeks since Cal found himself crouched in pain in an alleyway completely delirious of his surroundings. It was also then that the Timebroker emerged from the shadows to greet him with that same old cocky smirk Calvin had grown accustomed to during his time with the Exiles. It was then that the Timebroker told Calvin that he brought him back from death because there was much more work his special skills would be needed for.
Nothing was given in the sense of a clue as to what this work was other than the fact that if Calvin didn’t agree to adhere to the Timebroker’s wishes that his home earth of Earth-12 and this current earth that he’s on would both be destroyed due to some domino effect. Begrudgingly he agreed to the terms, but wasn’t happy. This pudgy, balding, horribly dressed(even in Calvin’s mind) little man had been the one who plucked him from his home world in the first place and essentially led to Calvin’s death at the hands of Proteus.
It’s been two weeks. Calvin had been staying at some cheap motel in a not so nice portion of New York City. So far he had been using the same fake credit card that he had during his time with the Exiles. Due to worry that his time of using this card was running out Calvin decided it was time to find work. Why he had managed to keep his belongings and even that fake credit card and not his copied power sets was beyond him.
Unfortunately all Calvin had to wear was a decent pair of pants and a half ass decent black button up shirt to job hunt. He lets out a sigh and shakes his head. “What a great first impression.” says Calvin to himself as he holds up his button up shirt. He turns around and strips his shirt off. He stretches as he drops his black t-shirt on the bed. But as Calvin turns to head back toward the dresser he yells out in surprise. “What the hell?!”
Calvin now stands in a black abyss. Only thing in visible eye sight is him. He quickly spins around trying to find something to explain what just happened when suddenly he notices a single desk and chair sitting a few feet in front of a green chalk board. Knowing he’s most likely going to regret this he heads toward it.
Once Calvin reaches the desk he suddenly hears a voice behind him moving toward him. “Nice to see you still take SOME instruction correctly Mr. Rankin. Although, you’ve seemed to have strayed some during your stint out of the grave.” Upon hearing the voice Calvin turns and sees the Timebroker of all people coming up toward the chalk board. “Who the hell do you think you are Timebro-”
With that Calvin is suddenly slammed down on the chair before him. He struggles but can’t move. Next, his hands slam down on the desk and now he can’t move them. If looks could kill the Timebroker would have died a thousand times over. “Let me go you sad, fat piece of-” ”Now, now Mr. Rankin. That’s no way to show respect. I mean, I am the one who plucked you from death’s grip and believe me…I can send you right back where I got you boy.”
For those just now tuning in, Calvin comes from an alternate earth than that of the one he was currently on before this school session. This Calvin Rankin comes from Earth-12. There he was a hero. He was THE hero. Decorated and beloved the world over. He’s taken down just about every big baddy and negotiated peace with several known dictatorial leaders of his world. And then it all changed.
A being known as the Timebroker stepped in and swiped him up from his world. An interdimensional being who seems to exist outside of reality itself. A short, fat, balding little man. Oh and a rather horrid dresser even by Calvin’s standards…and those standards are pretty low.
Out of this Calvin Ranking was forced to join a team called The Exiles. A team of reality hopping nomads forced to reality to reality, fixing or preventing tears in the very fabric of reality. If they choose to not comply they are thrown back to their world as it currently is. And that is an altered state where things weren’t as they left it. But some aren’t so lucky. Some wind up having no home to go back to at all.
Calvin and The Exiles did their job and did it well. They lost comrades along the way and had to kill people they knew on their home worlds as friends, family, and lovers. When one Exile dies, another is gathered up to replace them and become unhinged in time. Calvin was unfortunately one of these fallen Exiles.
The Exiles ran into a being named Proteus. He exists on most earths and if you don’t know who he is you will or you’re living under a rock. Proteus took over Calvin and drained his life essence while within him. That was the end of Earth-12’s greatest hero…until now.
Calvin continues to stare daggers toward the Timebroker who merely smirks at the gesture. “Now if you’re going to continue that this is just going to be a rather unpleasant conversation.” states the Timebroker. “Too late…” The Timebroker sighs.
“Anyway. You were brought back because I was in need of your special abilities. There’s a specific problem I’m in need of you to rectify on this world. And if you don’t you’ll just go back to being worm food. So pretty much you have everything to gain and nothing to lose here.”
Calvin strains to regain control of his body but it’s in vain. “What do you want with me Timebroker?” “Do you see a Tallus on your wrist there bucko? I don’t. And I’m not telling. You’re just going to have to figure this one out on your own. But I’ll tell you this…what you’re doing is NOT what I want from you.”
Calvin snarls at the Timebroker. “Fine, then just send me back in the ground you sanctimonious son of a bi-” “Wouldn’t you like to see Clarice again?” That name stopped Calvin dead in his tracks. He loosened his struggle against the Timebroker’s power and relaxed slightly.
Clarice AKA Blink was the leader of The Exiles. She hailed from a reality called Age of Apocalypse. A world ravaged and constantly at war. But from that Calvin found the most beautiful being and the one person he’d throw his life down for…and he did.
Calvin looks down with a sigh of defeat. “Fine. I’ll do it.” The Timebroker smiles widely and chuckles lightly. “Now that’s a good little soldier. Now I’m going to release your body. So play nice.” With a wave of the Timebroker’s hand Calvin can move again. Then the Timebroker waves his hand at the chalk board and a chalked out picture of Calvin appears like a human specimen drawing.
“Now if you have not noticed you’re powers aren’t quite right. You being dropped into the world with no powers whatsoever was actually an accident. I’ll be the bigger man here. My bad.” The Timebroker waves his hand again and two pinpoints appear on the drawing on the chalk board. One toward Calvin’s core and the other toward his eyes. “And I see you’ve managed to gain yourself two powers anyway. Pyrokenetic? Now, now Mr. Rankin, we both know that you won’t use that one. You’re too cautious with unknown powers. Especially fire abilities.”
Next he gestures toward the eyes. “Oh and here’s an old stand by of yours. Cyclops’ optic blast. Or at least something similar. One big problem. You’re already about to lose it.” And with yet another wave of his hand the human specimen chalk drawing disappears and a chalk drawing of a wrapped present with a bow appears. Calvin had managed to follow around a couple of mutants strolling down the street. As stalker-like as he was coming off Calvin felt the need to defend himself if need be.
“Yeah, I’ve noticed. I came back “wrong”. Not a whole lot I can do about it.” States Calvin. The Timebroker simply smirks at his comment. “And that’s what brings us to your “gift” Mr. Rankin. Say “thanks”.”
With Calvin about to say something he feels something like a tug with a slight pinch of pain. He closes his eyes for just a mere second and as he opens them he’s back in his room at the motel. He looks around to make sure he’s not seeing things. Did I dream that? thinks Calvin. He shakes his head with a slight smirk. “Need to definitely lay off this world’s beer.”
Then as Calvin turns to continue what he was doing his eyes bulge nearly out of his head with pain. With a groan Calvin drops to his knees and rears back with his arms outstretched in pain. Suddenly his skin transforms into organic steel, followed by what appears to be metallic bone claws ripping out of the back of his hands. He turns his head and an optic blast explodes from his eyes and puts a giant hole leading all the way through two rooms to the outside.
With that sudden blast Calvin drops to his chest on the floor breathing heavily, barely conscious. He could feel them. The powers. All at once. He couldn’t even form plausible thought, but he knew. Cyclops, Wolverine, Colossus, Beast, and Northstar. All of their powers were his again. The power set he had the longest during his stint with The Exiles and he could tell they wouldn’t fade like his newest acquired powers that no longer existed within him.
He rolls to his back still unable to slow his breathing, but the pain was beginning to subside. Logan’s healing factor. He tried to form a smile but he is simply too weak. But he mutters one phrase before passing out from the sudden strain. “Thanks…”
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AMONG THE ROOTS AND BABY'S BREATH
[/color]I COVERED US WITH SILVER LEAVES[/font][/center]
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