Guardians of the Divine Light {ooc/signups}

[Shanatos]

Sigh...I suppose I can allow everyone to opt for "Sir".

[Caille]

Nice. Very small and simple to remember! I love it! :)

[Hinasil]

I guess I should reserve that last assassin spot, so no one can take it. I'll get my bio up today, or tomorrow, whenever I'm ready.

[Conquerer_Man]

Assassin Numero Uno



Full Name: Atlas

Nicknames: The Nameless Assassin

Gender: Male

Age: 38

Physical Description: Atlas stand at 6’8” and 260 lbs with a stocky but lithe frame built up from years as a worker in a steel mill and those spent living in the post-apocalyptic world. He conceals his face with a gasmask, which is rarely ever taken off. Few people have seen his actual face but those who have say his looks are discrete and conservative with his hair completely shaven off. He wears old military issued BDUs (battle dress uniforms) and overcoat that have been aged rapidly by the decaying ruins of the cities he frequents.

Personality: Atlas is a faceless assassin if there ever was one. His peers would call him apathetic while some of is victims would say he’s cold hearted, no mercy to be had. Atlas prefers that no spoken word be said, only that actions tell their tale. He is cold, precise, methodical, direct, and a man with few words, words too few and far between for others’ liking.

Truth be told, Atlas does have emotions and feelings like any man would but his world had deadened him to what might move another man to tears. His feelings, emotions, and motivations, he believes, are his and his alone and no one should truly know him. This makes him deadly to be around. When his victims look at him, they don’t know whether he’s going to shoot them or share a meal with them.

His life after the loss of his wife has been spent alone and secluded. Up until the point in which he sold his services to The Dark Lord he had not said a word in nearly two years and even then it was only one word, yes.

Biography: Atlas led a simple life before the apocalypse. He was blue collar worker who loved what he did and counted his blessings where ever he could. He was married once, to his high school sweetheart, and had, in his mind, grand plans for what they were going to do with the rest of their lives. It would have come true too if the end of the world didn’t come so quickly.

Once the world was set into anarchy Atlas fled into the wilderness with his wife to etch out an existence as best he could. (As a child Atlas spent several years in the mountains with his Grandfather who lived off the land.) It again would have worked but again the forces behind the apocalypse continued to get in the way of Atlas’s dreams.

After returning home with his bundle of wood for that night’s fire, he returned to a grizzly scene. His wife had been mutilated by the shadow creatures that had attacked so many others. In a fit of blind rage he charged the creature, who was still working at his wife’s corpse, and entangled him self with it. Being no meek man after nearly fifteen years as a mill worker he held his ground the best he could as the two grappled on the ground, rolling in the spilt blood of his slain wife. The shadow monster eventually began to take the upper hand. In desperation he kicked the beast off, crawling quickly to the closest thing that might help him fend off the creature. His hand found purchase on the orange duffle bag that held his emergency supplies and just as he fumbled for the zipper he was dragged forcefully back by the malevolent fiend. Bag still in hand he hastily grabbed anything he could get his hand on. A signal flare was what he pulled out and nothing at all what he had hoped for. With out thought he struck the ignition cap against the top of the flare and thrust it at the creature. The shadow beast staggered back at the brilliant light, giving Atlas an opening to grab the being by the neck and drove the flare down the thing’s throat. The beast fell to the ground, smoke billowing from its mouth. He spent only ten minutes in the cabin he had built with his bare hands after the fight. Enough time to get his supplies readied, grab his assault rifle he had purchased shortly after the world went to hell in a hand basket, and quickly mourn the lose of his love before he set the wood structure ablaze.

Atlas changed after that. His life had been ruined not once but twice. It would have driven a lesser man insane, but instead it forced him to rethink his actions, his beliefs, and his ideals. He became introverted to the point of almost total isolation. Up until this point he had been known by a different name but soon discarded it as a relic of his past. He took up the name of Atlas so others could know what to call him, but to him his former identity had passed on to the next life with his wife and no name would ever be appropriate for him to call his own.

He soon found the woods to be too crowded with life and those fleeing from the ruins of the Old-World and the wrath of the Dark Lord. Atlas fled to the derelict cities of old. There he spent his years scavenging the old technology and selling his skills to who ever would pay him. It was during this time he found he had a knack for killing and that it paid big. Atlas quickly rose to prominence among his fellow “assassins” who knew little about him, save that the job always got done whether anyone knew it was him or not.

It was during this time as a hired gun that he soon drew attention from the previous Dark Lord. One of the last dire acts of the resistance, they contracted out several assassins to kill the Dark Lord. Among those was Atlas and among them none got closer to doing so than Atlas him self.

It was during a parade in one of the cities under the Dark Lord’s control that Atlas struck. Since the public display of power was being held during the day the Dark Lord had bolstered his guard with normal men, in which Atlas had signed up for. A timed explosion rocked the city soon after the parade had begun. While not a large explosion, it didn’t need to be since it was placed in a teetering skyscraper along the path of the parade. The force of the blast sent part of the building collapsing onto those attending the parade and the front of the procession, blocking the path of the parade. The crowd scattered quickly and in the chaos of the fleeing crowd and Dark Lord’s guards opening fire on those that got too close, Atlas made his move. Driving a knife into the guard next to him and taking the man’s pistol, Atlas walked over to the open top vehicle carrying the Dark Lord. It would have been as simple as raising his arm and pulling the trigger if it had not been for a man name Timothy Blackwater.

Blackwater had seen Atlas just in time and intercepted him before he could pull the trigger. Gun knocked from his hand, Atlas struck Blackwater in the side of the head, staggering him long enough for Atlas to try and reach the pistol. Hand grasping just around the butt of the gun, Atlas was sent careening into the ground with a forceful kick from Blackwater. Atlas grabbed Blackwater as he drew closer to land another strike and pulled him to the ground. The struggled soon reached an impasse until the rest of the Dark Lord’s guard had noticed the commotion going on behind them. Guns trained on him, Atlas believed he had reached his end but was truly surprised when he was given a stay of execution by Dark Lord him self long enough to ask him one thing. Would you join me?

Abilities: Enhanced Physical Abilities

Weapons:

* Sileneced 9mm Pistol: A simple pistol with a silenced attachment for close quarters stealth kills.

* Old-World Rifle: An assault rifle from before the apocalypse that engulfed the world Atlas lives on. Unlike his other weapon, the Old-World Rifle is loud, fast, and perfect for longer range kills. Equipped with a scope, the weapon also works well in a sniping role when switched over to a single-shot fire rate.

Skills: Atlas’s days spent scurrying about the ruins of cities have left him with a deft ability to find his way up to places that may not be accessible to others. His time spent with his Grandfather as a child and those living with his wife in the woods also have given him a sharp set of survival skills honed through years of practice. He is adept at sharp shooting as well as hand-to-hand combat, though not as refined as some.

Other Equipment:

* 9in Hunting Knife: Though could be used as a weapon, its primary purpose is as a tool and is used so accordingly

* Road Flares: Old-World road flares used by construction crews. Good for starting fires as well as acting as a source of light.

* Flare-gun: Used for signaling

* One-Handed Climber’s Pick-Ax (2): Used to get hand-holds where there might not be one.

Hope its okay, if anything needs to be changed just tell me and I'll work it out.

Also Shanatos.... no, too long. Too long *shivers as he thinks back to chemistry and the long scientific names*

[XxXDreamstressXxX]

Appearance;



Her figure is fit, rather slim but still curvy in the right areas. She stands about 5"6 and usually prefers to keep something her attire simple and chic. Full lips she has perfected into a charming pout. Delicate hands that remain soft from her lack of laboring days, a short torso, over all she has a rather dainty appearance, but looks can be deceiving.

Full Name; Arisha Catalina Tarasov

Nicknames? Risha, Cata, Ari,

Gender; Female

Age; 18

Likes;
Cheesecake
Parties
Animals
Dancing
Opera
The color blue
Singing
Kick-boxing
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Getting dirty
Mean or unnecessarily cruel people
Blood
Horror Movies
Bullies
Shadows
Small confide spaces

Personality; Vivacious, like a rose she will slowly reveal herself to people, one personality trait at a time in true bloom fashion. Smart and classy Arisha is a bright society driven gem, intelligent and in love with life she can often seem over optimistic due to her naturally bright personality. This however is also one of her flaws as she's grown up a bit naive due to the bubble glass world of sparkling champagne and privilege she was born into. At age 5 she was almost kidnapped and left somewhat traumatized due to the situation. With advice given from her beloved aunt, her parents enrolled her in self defense classes that she grew to have a passion for. Despite the tomboyishness, if you would of the situation Arisha is still very much a proper lady, growing up to love dresses, fancy ribbon decorated hats, high heels and glittering jewelry. Gala events and social gatherings are second nature and though Arisha may seem like a simple pretty flower, every rose has it thorns.

Biography

August, 19th, 1992 Arisha was "born" to Vladmir and Yula Tarasov in a hospital in Catalina island, when she was just a year old her family traveled to Paris and resided there till she was six. During these blissful years Arisha was raised in the best education system her parents could offer her, being taught in private school and learning all the proper ways of being a proper lady, she took etiquette lesson until she was 9. Vladmir had two older brothers Arisha was quite fond of, Uncle Louie and Uncle Boris. Her father, a hard working CEO had slowly, through look and a crafty mind, climbed the corporate ladder to earn his name in the world and raised Arisha to do the same, never look back, always look forward.

The particular thing about Arisha however wasn't the environment she grew up in but rather, the way her appearance morphed as she grew up, hair so light her parents just naturally assumed she was platinum blonde with blue eyes like her mother. However as it became thicker and clearer her parents were surprised to learn it was silver and her once, seemingly blue eyes were a sharp vibrant violet color. No matter what they tried, private doctors and nurses, treatments of all kind her appearance remained the same. Convinced something was very wrong with their little girl, the parents looked into everything they could imagine and over the years, told little white lies here and there to cover up the truth.

Contacts, an eye injury, bleach job gone wrong, you name it, they told it never realizing all the little signs that pointed to so much more over the years.

When she turned 13 however Arisha began to embrace her odd look and wore it proudly, explaining to the many who asked how she came to be how she was, eventually her new found courage denigrated when she became teased constantly by other peers and picked on, even being pranked so far as to have someone write words that would rather not be repeated on her belongings. Complaints were sent in and people were disciplined, however, Arisha and her parents eventually left France and came to Japan for business. It was there she discovered her first real crush on the rather older teen Yoshi, though from entirely different backgrounds classes and cultures Arisha grew to be very fond of him.

Japan became a permanent resident for them and Arisha fell in love with the culture and beauty of the country as she made new friends and became comfortable in her new environment, and more importantly, around Yoshi. During this new chapter of her life Arisha begged her parents to allow her at least one trip to her homeland and so, once a year the family would journey to America and Arisha relished every moment of it, though she did get a few stares here and there. On her 15th birthday Arisha propositioned the now 20 year old Yoshi, if he didn't find a spouse in six years he would allow her to go out with him, now a worker for her father Yoshi had replied with amusement and mockingly agreed to the bet. never realizing how serious it was to Arisha.

Six months before her 18th birthday is when she began to realize she wasn't normal at all, she would have weird nightmares as she slept and visions in the day, she honestly didn't know who to talk to. No one would seriously believe she was sane with her babbling on about prophetic this that and the other. In fact she would probably be shipped off to the nearest psych ward STAT. Then the glowing started and she KNEW something was off with her, racing home to tell her parents or Yoshi she was shocked to find the house empty. Not a single sound or soul anywhere.

Out like a light....it happened in a blur of seconds, screaming, warnings and blood being sprayed everywhere as her parents and Yoshi were slaughtered, terrified Arisha couldn't even scream as she stared horrified. A hand draped over her mouth as tears shined in her eyes before she broke out into a run, she didn't know where she was going but she knew she had to get far away from here. Racing into the forest she felt that sickening feeling again and without warning, began to glow.

The next she she remembered was heat, screaming and crashing into something hard and then, blessed darkness, peace away from the insanity of the past few days...peace from reality, for now, she could dream away this nightmare as the memories of everything faded away.



Psychic/Elemental Ability?: She can see bits and pieces of the future, only at random though, it's spontaneous and she can't control it. She can transport in free area (Outside of buildings etc) for a short period of time.

Weapon; Nothing on her as of yet.

Anything Else? She's fluent in English and French, she knows some basic japanese

[Shanatos]

*Skids in*

I am SO sorry, I cant see ANY posts and hadn't been able to find the rp again. ANYWAY my excuses are whatever! I'm posting my profile today

again, sorry about the delay!

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[Conquerer_Man]

Something I just rembered that I forgot to ask. The 'enhanced physical abilities, what exactly did you have in mind Whispering? Are they naturally born with it? Can they aquire it? Do they have to be Shadows to have it? Can it be bestowed by the Dark Lord upon a non-shadow? So many questions.

[Shanatos]

Something I just rembered that I forgot to ask. The 'enhanced physical abilities, what exactly did you have in mind Whispering? Are they naturally born with it? Can they aquire it? Do they have to be Shadows to have it? Can it be bestowed by the Dark Lord upon a non-shadow? So many questions.

I like your backstory, by the way. It gives your character and my character some nice background rivalry, considering their both assassins, both a similar age, and fought each other once before.

I'd especially wonder how he feels about Blackwater effectively becoming his new boss by offing the old Dark Lord.

[Conquerer_Man]

Thank Shanatos, that's what I was aiming for. The contrast between Blackwater and Atlas goes even farther given that one has been an assassin since he was but a wee lad and the other only got into the buisness after he found he had a knack for it. They also seem like they're two differnt kinds of assassins. Blackwater is more akin to ninjas or the assassins of antiqueity while Atlas is more the Lee Harvy Oswald type assassin.

I think Atlas's feelings towards Blackwater after his rise to power would border on anger and resentment. He also just up and leave given that the Dark Lord he had joined up with is now dead. That probably would linger on Blackwater's mind, whether or not he could depend on Atlas to do a job since he might leave if he has the incentive to.

I hope we get this started soon, I can't wait to see how this plays out.

[XxXDreamstressXxX]

Everyones profile is so different

@.@ It will be interesting to see how everyone plays out

[Shanatos]

I hope this hasn't been forgotten. 'Envy, can we at least get a heads up that this is still a go?

[WhisperingEnvy]

Sorry!!! I've been kinda absent for the past few days. I'm leaving out of town later on for the weekend and won't be able to get online, but YES I this is still gonna happen! Lets see, I'll pm MilkHoney and see if they're still participating. Everyone is accepted so far, Dreamstress your profile is perfect!

Oh and Conquerer_Man to answer your questions, the assassins were just born with their abilities ^^

[Hinasil]

Appearance;

Description; Aaron is 6' 2" in height, and weights 180 lbs. with an athletic build. He has dark blue hair that he ties with a piece of ribbon and empty yellow eyes. His normal outfit is a white buttoned up shirt and a black button shirt that he varies buttoning and unbuttoning, black pants, a black cape and black fingerless gloves. He doesn't really change his clothing much, but he takes off his cape on occasion.
Full Name; Aaron Vaneger
Nicknames? Triple X (a self made name only few know of)
Gender; Male
Age; 25

Likes; Reading, quiet areas, one or no companions, fighting, cute animals
Dislikes; Loud areas, irritating people, a group of people he has to be with, big dogs

Personality; He is much better off being with one person, or by himself as he always states. He rarely hangs around with someone for more than a day unless it's for a job, and even then he is always trying to get away. Everyone he meets can tell he is an emotionless man, but only because his eyes have nothing in them. While the vast majority of people say he has no emotion, he knows he has a soft spot for cute animals of any kind, and he always stands and stares at something that he likes, getting lost in his obsession.
He toys with everyone, as if they are nothing. When he wants to have fun with someone, he would them for days, weeks, or even months causing strange and disturbing things to them before he even makes contact with them.

Biography; Aaron reflects on his past quite often, reliving his most hated moments in life. The most common one is being sent to a mental institution at the age of 8, being told he had ‘problems.’ Mostly stalking random people, and doing horrifying things that worsen the lives of others. After faking his regain of mental stability, after being stuck in a place like that for 10 years he wanted revenge. So he took up his old way, but he became even deadlier, stalking the doctors that ‘worked’ on him. He would burn down places of work, homes, eviscerate families and friends, and countless other things.
Although he never considered himself one, a rumor was spread around the he was an assassin, killing random people for a sick gain. Eventually people learned his face and tried to hire him for work, but he always declined. He did gain a grudge over the old Dark Lord after one of his creatures killed someone he was watching. He tried to kill him, but he was somehow recruited into siding with the Dark Lord, but he never understood why. But just because he was under his command, doesn’t mean he ever did anything, which he didn’t and always stayed outside of normal group that most people looked at.
Since he never was near where he could do anything for the Dark Lord, he never formed anything of a bond and when the new Dark Lord came into power, he felt no emotion over the news. He did change his ways though, wanting to start anew with a new man in command, and does things he is told to once in a while.

Abilities; Enhanced Physical Abilities

Weapon; 2 Barettas: 2 Barettas, used for gun battles.
A shortsword: A straight bladed sword, 2 feet in length for close quarter or stealth

Anything Else; Carries disinfectants to clean wounds, and also several rolls of bandages. He carries around a stuffed little white cat around in a small pouch he hides.

[PrettyLiar]

Wow he's crazy, but I love it! Can't wait for the ic!

[Conquerer_Man]

So, when can we expect the IC up?

[WhisperingEnvy]

The IC is going up later on today when I get off work! I'm sorry it's taking an extremely long time >.<;;

I just realized we're missing the Earth guardian so I'll look for someone to take that spot, and hopefully it'll be before the IC goes up. Either way, expect it to be up tonight!

[Conquerer_Man]

Sweet Mary Mother of Jesus it's about time.

Sorry, I was just getting a bit antsy was all. I'm not in a lot of Rps right now, so all my attention is really focused on this one.

[WhisperingEnvy]

*points*

It's up!!!!! ----> Here!

I've got homework to do so I'll have to get off now but enjoy!

[Caille]

I can't post until later. I have a dump load of math home work left to do :(

You wanna know what focus means? "F*ck off cuz ur stupid" :) It has to be in slang... LOL My dad told me this so I had to laugh.

[PrettyLiar]

Yay I posted!

Oh and Happy Birthday Envy!