Post by Person on Oct 14, 2008 19:11:01 GMT -5
Name- Chase Corbeau
Age- 17
Date of Birth- November 1
Homelands- Baltimore, Maryland
Race- Human/Immortal
Class- Necromancer
Final-
Singularity
‘Singularity’ creates a unique black hole of death energy that is stored in Chase’s staff and inside himself. The ‘black hole’ is about ten feet in radius, but can become larger depending on how much energy put into the move. The hole spirals death energy and sucks in everything besides those of the Death lineage and its recognized servants. The middle of the hole is a singularity of death energy that rapidly ages a person beyond recognition with a ferocious intensity. After the move, Chase is drained of physical and magical energy and needs a solid time of good, no-activity resting time to fully recover.
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{Weapon information}
Pluto
Pluto appears as a simple, run of the mill scythe a little taller than Chase complete with polished steel and obsidian wood. Up about halfway is another piece of wood protruding for the hand to grab, and another identical one near the base. There are no markings on the weapon, but it is one large, blatant attribute to Chase’s new undertaking. It’s cold as ice to touch, and on dark, silent nights it seems to ‘whisper’ random times and dates.
The wood is indestructible and fireproof; however, the blade can be broken or destroyed completely—it’s just a regular, replaceable scythe blade; although, blades on the staff tend not to rust. There may be other uses for it, but these are completely unknown to Chase.
{Armour Information}
Cloak
This is a cloak woven of pure black thread of unknown origin, once again adding to the stereotype. It has a hood that, when worn, creates an illusion of total darkness over the user’s face. It has no real sleeves; it only drapes over him completely and loosely, giving him a fearful look. It gives off an ambience of fear and dread when worn with the hood up, but other than that, he would seem like a nut-job walking around in a black cloak as if he were the Grim Reaper.
When the hood is up, it completely hides Chase’s face with impenetrable darkness, but allows him to see clearly through it. Also, it can absorb death energy and is somewhat resistant to dark magic.
{Accessory Information}
Thanatos
Thanatos is a normal-sized raven that can always be found in the immediate vicinity whenever Chase is around. His ebon feathers seemed polished and similar to the gloss of ‘Pluto’, and seem to never get dirty. (In reality, Thanatos is just a neat freak about his feathers). His eyes are a crimson, bloody red, and a third one can sometimes appear in between his two others on his forehead. He is very proper and often a voice of adult reason, and strangely enough, speaks with a refined British accent.
Thanatos can see someone’s future in regards to when they will die, and has a limited empathy to reading extreme negative emotions. Also, he can speak; although, most of the time Chase wishes he wouldn’t.
{Physical Description}
Chase has a runner’s build: a modest height of 5’10”, a very lean body, and a somewhat toned body. He wouldn’t be considered considerably strong with his upper body, but he can run formidably long and short distances. His skin is a fair, traditional tone. His eyes are an unnaturally dark brown and turn black when he uses necromancy. His hair is short-cut, mostly unkempt, and a black, borderline brown hue. He has a black tattoo on his upper-right arm in the rough shape of a black bird flying up and diagonally toward his face.
His clothing style consists mostly of jeans, shorts, and plain t-shirts. Chase can be quite vanilla when it comes to the fashion department, but if it isn’t broken, don’t fix it. He wears a ratty pair of sneakers like they were his own feet, only taking them off when he has to. They were once white but now a dirtied brownish-yellow color, with tears in the fabric by the heel. The shoes are a half-size too small, but still fit and don’t cut off circulation, so Chase uses them.
{Background}
Once, a long time ago (before his seventeenth birthday), Chase was an average kid doing normally average things and living an average life. Exactly—boring. As a birthday present on his seventeenth birthday, his father gave him a job: an apprenticeship at his firm. Chase had thought his father was a lawyer, so this sounded like just another unpaid internship; however, it turned out to be much more than that. His father was the Grim Reaper, and so Chase had to learn the tricks of the trade. Needless to say, the average kid didn’t think too much of his father when he told him this; in fact, he thought that his father had blown a fuse working on an important case. It wasn’t until a talking raven and a doorway to his father’s office in Eden was found in his basement did he realize that his father was telling the truth—or that there had been a deadly carbon monoxide leak in his home, and he was just now realizing the effects.
After he had come to grips with the ‘Grim Reaper’ bit, Chase had become disappointed at another horrid fact of the job: most of it was paperwork—mountains and mountains of it that seemed to be replaced as soon as it was done. After only a couple of days at the job he had decided he needed to do something else, and that he most likely had developed Caporal Tunnel. Apparently, he only was needed to reap souls of the departed for the important world leaders or figureheads, not every Joe Sixpack on the street corner. Albeit, he wouldn’t choose to do either one, but the more interpersonal approach sounded much better.
Chase reached a compromise with his father: he would go to school like a somewhat average child and practice with his not-so average abilities. He had wanted to go back to his normal school, but sure enough Chase was sent off to the place that his father, Richard Corbeau had attended so many centuries ago, Twilight Moon Academy. And to be the sour ice cream on the overly tart cake, Thanatos had to be brought along for the ride, apparently as an extension of his father. Chase wasn’t overly pleased, and thinks that he drew the nanometer long end of the stick, but the hands were dealt and now he just had to pray that Lady Luck’s coattails didn’t drag him through the mud.
Age- 17
Date of Birth- November 1
Homelands- Baltimore, Maryland
Race- Human/Immortal
Class- Necromancer
Final-
Singularity
‘Singularity’ creates a unique black hole of death energy that is stored in Chase’s staff and inside himself. The ‘black hole’ is about ten feet in radius, but can become larger depending on how much energy put into the move. The hole spirals death energy and sucks in everything besides those of the Death lineage and its recognized servants. The middle of the hole is a singularity of death energy that rapidly ages a person beyond recognition with a ferocious intensity. After the move, Chase is drained of physical and magical energy and needs a solid time of good, no-activity resting time to fully recover.
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{Weapon information}
Pluto
Pluto appears as a simple, run of the mill scythe a little taller than Chase complete with polished steel and obsidian wood. Up about halfway is another piece of wood protruding for the hand to grab, and another identical one near the base. There are no markings on the weapon, but it is one large, blatant attribute to Chase’s new undertaking. It’s cold as ice to touch, and on dark, silent nights it seems to ‘whisper’ random times and dates.
The wood is indestructible and fireproof; however, the blade can be broken or destroyed completely—it’s just a regular, replaceable scythe blade; although, blades on the staff tend not to rust. There may be other uses for it, but these are completely unknown to Chase.
{Armour Information}
Cloak
This is a cloak woven of pure black thread of unknown origin, once again adding to the stereotype. It has a hood that, when worn, creates an illusion of total darkness over the user’s face. It has no real sleeves; it only drapes over him completely and loosely, giving him a fearful look. It gives off an ambience of fear and dread when worn with the hood up, but other than that, he would seem like a nut-job walking around in a black cloak as if he were the Grim Reaper.
When the hood is up, it completely hides Chase’s face with impenetrable darkness, but allows him to see clearly through it. Also, it can absorb death energy and is somewhat resistant to dark magic.
{Accessory Information}
Thanatos
Thanatos is a normal-sized raven that can always be found in the immediate vicinity whenever Chase is around. His ebon feathers seemed polished and similar to the gloss of ‘Pluto’, and seem to never get dirty. (In reality, Thanatos is just a neat freak about his feathers). His eyes are a crimson, bloody red, and a third one can sometimes appear in between his two others on his forehead. He is very proper and often a voice of adult reason, and strangely enough, speaks with a refined British accent.
Thanatos can see someone’s future in regards to when they will die, and has a limited empathy to reading extreme negative emotions. Also, he can speak; although, most of the time Chase wishes he wouldn’t.
{Physical Description}
Chase has a runner’s build: a modest height of 5’10”, a very lean body, and a somewhat toned body. He wouldn’t be considered considerably strong with his upper body, but he can run formidably long and short distances. His skin is a fair, traditional tone. His eyes are an unnaturally dark brown and turn black when he uses necromancy. His hair is short-cut, mostly unkempt, and a black, borderline brown hue. He has a black tattoo on his upper-right arm in the rough shape of a black bird flying up and diagonally toward his face.
His clothing style consists mostly of jeans, shorts, and plain t-shirts. Chase can be quite vanilla when it comes to the fashion department, but if it isn’t broken, don’t fix it. He wears a ratty pair of sneakers like they were his own feet, only taking them off when he has to. They were once white but now a dirtied brownish-yellow color, with tears in the fabric by the heel. The shoes are a half-size too small, but still fit and don’t cut off circulation, so Chase uses them.
{Background}
Once, a long time ago (before his seventeenth birthday), Chase was an average kid doing normally average things and living an average life. Exactly—boring. As a birthday present on his seventeenth birthday, his father gave him a job: an apprenticeship at his firm. Chase had thought his father was a lawyer, so this sounded like just another unpaid internship; however, it turned out to be much more than that. His father was the Grim Reaper, and so Chase had to learn the tricks of the trade. Needless to say, the average kid didn’t think too much of his father when he told him this; in fact, he thought that his father had blown a fuse working on an important case. It wasn’t until a talking raven and a doorway to his father’s office in Eden was found in his basement did he realize that his father was telling the truth—or that there had been a deadly carbon monoxide leak in his home, and he was just now realizing the effects.
After he had come to grips with the ‘Grim Reaper’ bit, Chase had become disappointed at another horrid fact of the job: most of it was paperwork—mountains and mountains of it that seemed to be replaced as soon as it was done. After only a couple of days at the job he had decided he needed to do something else, and that he most likely had developed Caporal Tunnel. Apparently, he only was needed to reap souls of the departed for the important world leaders or figureheads, not every Joe Sixpack on the street corner. Albeit, he wouldn’t choose to do either one, but the more interpersonal approach sounded much better.
Chase reached a compromise with his father: he would go to school like a somewhat average child and practice with his not-so average abilities. He had wanted to go back to his normal school, but sure enough Chase was sent off to the place that his father, Richard Corbeau had attended so many centuries ago, Twilight Moon Academy. And to be the sour ice cream on the overly tart cake, Thanatos had to be brought along for the ride, apparently as an extension of his father. Chase wasn’t overly pleased, and thinks that he drew the nanometer long end of the stick, but the hands were dealt and now he just had to pray that Lady Luck’s coattails didn’t drag him through the mud.
