Posts by Yellowcarcab1

Reserve Loki and a daughter of Loki for me?

Name:
Arve Lokidrottir

Age:
126

Gender:
Female

Species:
Frostgiant / Asgardian

Abilities:
She has the abilities of a frostgiant as well using clones to trick opponents and appearing out of nowhere to decapitated enemies. She can also use a dark green blast of energy that can blast mortals several dozen of feet into a brick wall, illusions are also a part of her abilities meaning she can virtually take the form of anything as well as change her armor and weapons on command. It's not considered shapeshifting, but more as a glamour.

Home Realm:
Joutenheim

Allegiance:
Umbra Mandana

Personality:
Arve would be described as the cold and calculating type to those on the outside although that is not usual how she is. She loves her father even as they might not have the perfect relationship and is obviously her father's girl. She dislikes Midgardians, looking upon them as something so small and petty. Their life span being only a fraction of her own. Arve doesn't deal with romantic relationships and prefers to stay away from that section of life. She has a bad relationship with Thor, Sif and the Warriors Three being that she might've attacked them along the line as a frost giant.

History:
Arve was born before Loki fell and way before plenty of the Avengers [Dunno about Cap.] in Joutenheim and was taken to Asgard right after. She knew that Loki was her father from the beginning and adored her father even through she was only a young child and he had not met her. It was when she reached the age of 10 did she meet her father after her glamour dropped and she was revealed as a frost giant. This is when Loki noticed her. She never knew she had any other siblings besides Sleipnir, Hel, and Jormungand and rarely ever saw them. Most her life was lived as a regular Asgardian, with occasionally visits to Joutenheim. It was when Loki fell that she came down to Midgard and hid among the Midgardians as a citizen, a bystander. She stayed there until Loki was defeated before retreating back to Joutenheim and finding her brother's pack.

Strengths:
• Hand to hand and long range combat of any sort.
• Dealing with situations under pressure.
• Improvising when things go wrong.
• Seeing the true nature of people.
• Lying. Deception. Dishonesty. Cheating.

Weaknesses:
• Claustrophobia
• Tempted by power. Any sort.
• Can be blinded by revenge.
• Is afraid of being rejected or left behind.

Likes:
•Playing tricks on the Avengers
•Chocolate. Discovered it on Midgard. Loves it.
•Loki. Absolutely adores her father.
•Hand to hand and long-range combat.
•Fenrir. Loves him to pieces.
•Winter. It's a wonderful time of the year.
• Horses.

Dislikes:
•Thor. Really doesn't like her uncle.
•Quinjets. Hates it when SHEILD using them.
•SHEILD. In general.
•Midgardians. She can stand a few.
• Really, really, bad jokes.
• Insults to her or her family.

Equipment/Armor/Other:
Weapon

Crush/Gf/Bf/Wife/Husband:
Will Develop / None / Open

Family:
Loki Laufeyson [Father]
Fenrir Lokison [Brother]
Thor Odinson [Adoptive Uncle]
Frigga All Mother [Adoptive Grandmother, Deceased.]
Odin All Father [Adoptive Grandfather]
Unknown [Mother]

Other:
Moon Sickness

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Username:
✮ aile.

Character Wanted:
Loki

RP Sample for Character:

Loki saw Fenrir and the rest of the heroes. A mad grin plastered across his face, something of pure insanity and confidence. His armor flickered into existence over the light clothes he was wearing, the heavy gold plates settling over his form as well as a forest green cape that was clasped to his armor. In a flash of icy blue light, his scepter appeared in his right hand. He left out the ridiculous horned helm that earned him the nickname 'Reindeer Games' from Stark. That was unnecessarily, he seriously doubt he would need it to exchange blows between a few petty children of the Avengers. That group of idiotic and weak mortals that seemed to meddle in everything that had to deal with their petty Midgard. As he strolled closer to them, he noticed Siren, daughter of Chyros with his son. He liked her, much more than his own daughter, Katie. She was a disappointing aspect in his life.

Any changes to the character?:
None that I can think of.

Other:
Moon Sickness

Can she be directly related to Fenrir or will half-sister do?

Ehehe....Yeah, I played Loki on your thread Purple. Thanks for the invite.

yay, she'll be his sister sister.

DONE. I think.

Yep, I was on that thread.

Quick question. Are canon characters allowed or is that a no?

TRACK

Even though I kinda just watched all of Tokyo Ghoul yesterday.

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Name:
Hotaka Fujioka

Age:
17

Gender:
Male

Kagune:
Ukaku

Kagune Looks (Detailed description, 4 or 5 sentences long.):
It a blood red pair of wings that release from his shoulder blades. It has a sort of flame-like appearance with a hint of yellow and orange near the area where it connects to his body. It's flexible and can also harden to become as solid as teeth. One side is much larger than the other one.

Rating:
SS

Ghoul Mask? Half or Full?:
Half

[I'm thinking this is the ghoul mask]

Ghoul Mask Looks:
It's a half of a gas mask, covering only his mouth and nose, leaving his eyes visible. It goes down to cover his neck, stopping just above the collar bone with a chain that attaches to the bottom part of the filter in the front. The gas mask is completely black with red outlining the filters. Along the area where it covers the nose is three silver spikes that are around an inch long. It can function as a regular gas mask, but it usually used to conceal his identity rather than sauntering through an area with contaminated air.

Kakuja:

Kakuja Looks:

Personality:
Hokata would be described as carefree and polite to some degree of speaking. His expression never really changes much as he takes pleasure in lightly teasing people. When provoked though, Hokata is sadistic and violent, finding it hilarious fun to create chaos and destruction.
He doesn't quite give a flying f*ck about what other people say about him. As if you were to give your honest opinion of him, he wouldn't care. He simple wouldn't care at all. It just wouldn't bother him. He understands that showing emotions isn't going to change the outcome of the situation.
Romantic relationship are a huge 'WTF'. He doesn't do well with those and prefers to stay away with that section of life. Besides, having someone you cared about that much would just be a weakness.

History:
He was born a ghoul and was always a ghoul, accepting the fact humans were food. At a very young age his father was killed, leaving him alone with his mother.

Crush:
Will develop

Girlfriend/Boyfriend:
N/A

Rp Sample:
From my main account.

°•Hyourinmaru 氷輪丸•° wrote:

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The darkness was getting to him. The lack of modern technology in the room. It was barely bright enough inside the room to see his own hands in front of him. His head snapped up as he heard the voice of their leader. Find everything there is to know about this crime scene. He drifted away from the corpse, scanning the dim room for anything. Smudges on the windows, scuffs where maybe someone wasn't careful enough as they walked, or anything personal of the women's.

His grey eyes sweep the room, lingering on the spaces no one would think to look. He spotted the staircase, quickly slipping up to the second floor. The women had no shoes on. Wasn't that odd? She looked as shoes would be needed with her attire. The quiet creaks as he made his way up the stairs was the only sound he made. The rooms upstairs weren't any better. At least three candles flickering in their holders, but nothing modern at all.

He made sure to watch were he was putting his feet as he explored the upper level. No shoes. Barely an furniture at all or in any cause, light. He dragged his finger along a drawer, lifting it up and scowling slightly at the dust on his finger. Moving along to the next room, slightly bigger than the previously with a window that let in some more light. A bed, queen-sized at the most with messy sheets. Everything looked in place. Except for the dust on the furniture. If this house was inhabited by anyone, they would at least have the sense to wipe the dust off things. Drawers, filled with clothes at the most would have no dust. Fingers brushing against the wood would wipe the dust off.

He swore under his breath as he tripped over...something. Well, there is no light to see from and that stumble abruptly stopped his train of thoughts. Did anyone not think of bringing a flashlight? Be easier, he had a lighter in his pocket for all the cigarettes he smoked. That would help if he was anywhere near a candle The Independent let out a long sigh before dropped down to his knee to grasp at the object that had nearly caused him to fall.

A shoe, singular. Didn't know if the other to the pair was there. It was white, elegant and had a heel from what he could make out in the light. He wandered through the rooms again, more careful this time. Nothing new and nothing he had skipped over. The interior of the house didn't seem very much like a place someone would live in. It was wrong, the whole place gave him to chills. He made his way back down the stairs, the shoe held loosely in one hand. He had made it down in time to catch the words that came from the WB's leader.

"Found a shoe," he answered skipping the last step on the stairs, "Don't know if that's important or not." The women had no jewellery a f*ckload of makeup on, the worst form fitting white dress on and no shoes. What. If this wasn't the most suspicious thing he had seen in the past six years of his miserable life, he didn't know what he was going to say. The jewellery could've easily been removed, but why take off her shoes and leave them somewhere else?

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Other:
WIP

Please do tell me if the picture is acceptable.

Omg that game. You can do it, only three-.....well five more nights after two!

Okie dok.

Yep, night six and custom night seven.

don't scream.
its okay.
they just wanna.
stuff you into a animatronic suit.
died children in the suits.
bonnie is a dead child~

Mind Chica and Foxy and Freddie and the Phone guy is annoyingly awesome.

It's fine.

Can you use a rp sample from another thread?

Oh, okay, thanks. Can you reserve rank 1?

[size=9pt] The snow was fine. The cold was fine. None of this bothered her very much, but she knew if anyone were to catch a glimpse of them. Any Midgardian, well, things wouldn't be very pretty if that had happened. Arve raised a hand, observing the way the cold was making her skin turn a blueish tint before she strengthen her glamour and the color disappeared.

The snow here wasn't.....as welcoming as Joutenheim. Midgard was just repulsive from the way the mortals here cared for their home. They had polluted this place and was draining it of it resources. She didn't understand why her father would want to become ruler of this place. Arve's grip tightened on the pack that was slung over one shoulder as she followed her brother, completely comfortable with the weather. This place, of course, had to have one of the most ridiculous names in all of Midgard. Canada. It even sounded funny when she uttered it, a brief grin appearing. It was gone in the blink of an eye at their situation. [/size]

...................And I was about to make a son of Levi Ackerman. Can I play a forty some year old Levi?

Sebastien| [size=2pt]Rivaille | Smith
Nickname(s):
None

Age:
Eighteen

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Demisexual

Parent:
Erwin Smith and Levi Ackerman. JK

Mind my random gay OTP. Ignore it.

Crush:
Not applicable

Bf/Gf:
Not applicable

Personality:
Sebastien could be described as a person that takes no nonsense and relatively not fun. He a polite, proper, and uptight, respecting those ranked above him and being well mannered. He lives up to the expectations of being the son of the former 13th Commander and looks up to his father. He takes everything serious while being someone that works rather well under tight situations. Sebastien inherited his father's way with planning and strategy. He acts older than his age and doesn't take to making rash decisions.
Rank:
First

History:
[Ugh]

He's the bastard son of Erwin Smith. Never knowing his mother, but knowing that she never married his father.

[Annnnnnnnnd, that's all I can think of cause the rest would require actual thinking.]

Other:

Alright, thanks! Should he be retired or still Humanity's Strongest?[/size]

Hello again. It would depend on who you were playing.

But, I'm interested! Are you a semi-advanced roleplayer or like-.....?