Post by james on May 20, 2008 21:37:26 GMT -5
Name- James O’Neil
Age- 16
DOB- 3/17/92
Homeland- Chicago suburbs
Race- Vampire
Class- Death Knight
Final-
A stabbed opponent will instantly decay rapidly outward from wound
Ying Feng (Shadow Blade)
Previous to ignition, a silver cylinder hilt, etched with various symbols, chamber on underside of hilt for power crystals,
Can inure non-physical beings, eg. Ghost, elemental
Armor- Full Body Chainmail
Enchantments- Sunproof, Holy resistant (Holy water, Holy Fire etc.) Increased durability (Twice as durable as normal)
Accessories-
Dusk Ring- A purple gem set in a silver band. Enhances strength and visibility (Enemy has a harder time seeing me).
Blood Stone Amulet-
A bright red stone set in gold on a gold chain links. It sustains energy from previous feedings and reduces cravings.
Background- My name is James O’neall, I grew up in a small suburb of Chicago. At 15 I was I was flown to a hospital after collapsing during a school assembly. After several tests and examinations, the medical staff concluded blood was rapidly vanishing within my body. I was immediately hospitalized and was given sedatives to calm my aggressive behavior. Several blood transfusions took place, however this was not enough to satisfy my instinctual “hunger.” After being found feasting on several blood packets, and attacking a nurse, I was detained and held in an isolation cell. As the days went by, my desperation for freedom grew, as did my nails. When lunch buzzer sounded, my door clicked open. Without hesitation I hurled myself toward the guard, clawing and slashing, until his features were no longer recognizable. As another came to his aid, I picked up the lunch tray and sent it spinning through the air, connecting with his temple. Taking the keys from his belt, I fled to the upper levels in hopes of reaching the roof. I scaled to down to the streets and ran off victorious.
Weaving through the ally ways of Chicago’s streets, I came to and old abandoned car garage. I see a boy, surrounded by a gang, backing him into the ally wall. I look closely and see that he is injured, badly. I look and the garage then the boy, and curse when I make up my mind. Running over to them, I myself am circled by several of the thugs. An old Asian man shuffles outside of the garage and observes. The thugs move in, and I react. Sending them flying in different directions, easily taking out the three who encircled me. Two remained, and turned form their first victim to come after me. One of them charged at me, and was instantly table-toped. The other pulled a switchblade and began madly cutting the air. He grazed my cheek in two places. The aroma of blood filled my nostrils. Then I went rouge, throwing all my might at him, I finally connected with him square in the chest when he fell to the floor unconscious. I turn around, but the Asian man is gone.
I take refuge in a nearby car garage, and run into the mechanic. He offers me shelter, and notices the slashed on my face. I had not had a transfusion in several hours. My skin tone was starting to fade, to a pure pasty white, and my eyes pupils became dilated to adjust to the darkness. He asked me my age. I answered. “ Then it is not un-expecting to see your going through the change” He replied while handing me a class of water. There were strange markings branded into the palm of his hand.
“ You know what’s happening to me?” I asked.
“And you don’t, I’m quite surprised; tell me has your craving for blood diminished?”
“How do you kn-”?
“ I’ve hunted far worse things on this earth than vampires boy, I could have spotted you a mile away.”
“You’re saying I’m a vampire.”
He didn’t answer. Instead he walked across the garage and disappeared into another room. He came out; his body was slightly bent forward as if strained by the weight he was carrying. A long pole by the looks of it, wrapped in a crimson cloth. But when he revealed its contents, it was a piece of shimmering silver, etched with markings not legible to me or most likely anyone on this planet. His eyes saw through it, as if so many lost memories were flooding his mind. He griped the sword tightly, and suddenly a glow from the cylinder, the old man looked as if in pain, and then relieved. The blade egnighted, a fiery red reduced in an almost chilling deep purple and quickly fell back into the cylinder. He set it back down, and the burns on his hand had vanished!
“My last ignition. This was my blade. Ying Feng. It means Shadow blade. It was my grandfathers back when he was a hunter in China.”
“Did you say hunter?”
“Yes, he was one of the greatest, very wealthy too. This blade has been passed down in my family for generations. But I have no use for it now, I’m too old; and by the cuts on your face, I’d say you’re getting yourself into some kind of trouble where you’ll need a weapon.”
“I can’t take this. I don’t even know how to use it.”
“It will answer to its new master, and I gave up wielding it long ago.”
He held out the cylinder, and I felt its soothing cool touch on my skin. Then a firry hot, I could not release it from my grasp. I screamed in pain, and then it stopped. I looked down at my left hand, branded with reciprocally with that of the hilt.
“It will answer only to you now. Your are the master of the shadow blade.”
I held out the cylinder, and watched as it ignited from a surge of firry red to a chilling purple, emanating from the hilt.
“You are now bound to the Shadow blade. As you learn and grow, the shadow blade will grow with you in power. Never give up the blade, or you will forfeit your connection to the blade, it can only have one true master.”
“What am I supposed to do now? I don’t have any experience with this stuff!”
“ Go to this address, Ghost shipyard, here is where you will find the answers your looking for.”
Age- 16
DOB- 3/17/92
Homeland- Chicago suburbs
Race- Vampire
Class- Death Knight
Final-
A stabbed opponent will instantly decay rapidly outward from wound
Ying Feng (Shadow Blade)
Previous to ignition, a silver cylinder hilt, etched with various symbols, chamber on underside of hilt for power crystals,
Can inure non-physical beings, eg. Ghost, elemental
Armor- Full Body Chainmail
Enchantments- Sunproof, Holy resistant (Holy water, Holy Fire etc.) Increased durability (Twice as durable as normal)
Accessories-
Dusk Ring- A purple gem set in a silver band. Enhances strength and visibility (Enemy has a harder time seeing me).
Blood Stone Amulet-
A bright red stone set in gold on a gold chain links. It sustains energy from previous feedings and reduces cravings.
Background- My name is James O’neall, I grew up in a small suburb of Chicago. At 15 I was I was flown to a hospital after collapsing during a school assembly. After several tests and examinations, the medical staff concluded blood was rapidly vanishing within my body. I was immediately hospitalized and was given sedatives to calm my aggressive behavior. Several blood transfusions took place, however this was not enough to satisfy my instinctual “hunger.” After being found feasting on several blood packets, and attacking a nurse, I was detained and held in an isolation cell. As the days went by, my desperation for freedom grew, as did my nails. When lunch buzzer sounded, my door clicked open. Without hesitation I hurled myself toward the guard, clawing and slashing, until his features were no longer recognizable. As another came to his aid, I picked up the lunch tray and sent it spinning through the air, connecting with his temple. Taking the keys from his belt, I fled to the upper levels in hopes of reaching the roof. I scaled to down to the streets and ran off victorious.
Weaving through the ally ways of Chicago’s streets, I came to and old abandoned car garage. I see a boy, surrounded by a gang, backing him into the ally wall. I look closely and see that he is injured, badly. I look and the garage then the boy, and curse when I make up my mind. Running over to them, I myself am circled by several of the thugs. An old Asian man shuffles outside of the garage and observes. The thugs move in, and I react. Sending them flying in different directions, easily taking out the three who encircled me. Two remained, and turned form their first victim to come after me. One of them charged at me, and was instantly table-toped. The other pulled a switchblade and began madly cutting the air. He grazed my cheek in two places. The aroma of blood filled my nostrils. Then I went rouge, throwing all my might at him, I finally connected with him square in the chest when he fell to the floor unconscious. I turn around, but the Asian man is gone.
I take refuge in a nearby car garage, and run into the mechanic. He offers me shelter, and notices the slashed on my face. I had not had a transfusion in several hours. My skin tone was starting to fade, to a pure pasty white, and my eyes pupils became dilated to adjust to the darkness. He asked me my age. I answered. “ Then it is not un-expecting to see your going through the change” He replied while handing me a class of water. There were strange markings branded into the palm of his hand.
“ You know what’s happening to me?” I asked.
“And you don’t, I’m quite surprised; tell me has your craving for blood diminished?”
“How do you kn-”?
“ I’ve hunted far worse things on this earth than vampires boy, I could have spotted you a mile away.”
“You’re saying I’m a vampire.”
He didn’t answer. Instead he walked across the garage and disappeared into another room. He came out; his body was slightly bent forward as if strained by the weight he was carrying. A long pole by the looks of it, wrapped in a crimson cloth. But when he revealed its contents, it was a piece of shimmering silver, etched with markings not legible to me or most likely anyone on this planet. His eyes saw through it, as if so many lost memories were flooding his mind. He griped the sword tightly, and suddenly a glow from the cylinder, the old man looked as if in pain, and then relieved. The blade egnighted, a fiery red reduced in an almost chilling deep purple and quickly fell back into the cylinder. He set it back down, and the burns on his hand had vanished!
“My last ignition. This was my blade. Ying Feng. It means Shadow blade. It was my grandfathers back when he was a hunter in China.”
“Did you say hunter?”
“Yes, he was one of the greatest, very wealthy too. This blade has been passed down in my family for generations. But I have no use for it now, I’m too old; and by the cuts on your face, I’d say you’re getting yourself into some kind of trouble where you’ll need a weapon.”
“I can’t take this. I don’t even know how to use it.”
“It will answer to its new master, and I gave up wielding it long ago.”
He held out the cylinder, and I felt its soothing cool touch on my skin. Then a firry hot, I could not release it from my grasp. I screamed in pain, and then it stopped. I looked down at my left hand, branded with reciprocally with that of the hilt.
“It will answer only to you now. Your are the master of the shadow blade.”
I held out the cylinder, and watched as it ignited from a surge of firry red to a chilling purple, emanating from the hilt.
“You are now bound to the Shadow blade. As you learn and grow, the shadow blade will grow with you in power. Never give up the blade, or you will forfeit your connection to the blade, it can only have one true master.”
“What am I supposed to do now? I don’t have any experience with this stuff!”
“ Go to this address, Ghost shipyard, here is where you will find the answers your looking for.”