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[Ignus]

This is the place you will find as my Prefix has said. 'Characters'.

1. Emma O'Connelly
2. Victor Longwin
3. Uri Kovachek
4. Alya
5. Dr. Samantha Winston Baker
6. Shamus Bathalmae
7. The Gladiator
8. Quigley Agustus Holliday
9. William Allen Pinkerton
10. Jamie O'Neal

 

[Ignus]

Emma O'Connelly.
Age: 33
Heritage: Irish
Bio (Short): Not much is actually known about the Irish lass. Jamie showed up one day with a deed in hand, and enough money to build. She set ground one day, and her Saloon has become a waypoint for weary travelers who needing of 'company' the night. She is known to run a top-end business, she is no-nonsense, and promises a safe neutral zone to stay in. However you hurt her, or her girls your lucky to leave with everything you came with. That even includes your life. What is also known is she is as quick with a joke as she is with a gun. Jamie has been known to be fair and just, she has come to love her little town. Jamie is a good listener and has good advice. Even when people ask about her past, she somehow moves the subject off of her past, to something else entirely. The locals have placed bets as to what she really was before she came to their boomtown. She knows of this and does take the enjoyment out of the local gossip, trying to figure her out.
Likes: Making money, working her bar and Saloon. She loves to stand up for the little guy, and speak her mind. She loves it when people underestimate her. Though no one that's a local dares to try, she is rather protective of what she has, and the people in her life.
Dislikes: Bullies, poor sports, liars, and cheats. Those people tend to get thrown out, or shot in her presence.
Strengths: Management of people, and money. She is a hell of a businesswoman and can sell your own shirt off your back for double what you paid for it. She is a people person believe it or not. She is good with a gun and quick with her wit.
Weakness: Emma is quick to anger and does have a mouth that can get her into trouble with the wrong people. Though she can back her words up with her six-shooter.
Fears: Losing all that she has made for herself.
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[Ignus]

Name: Victor Longwin
Age: 120
Race: Drow
Strengths:
~ His magic
~ Perseverance
~ Cunning
~ Intelligence
~ The drive to do what's right. To follow the laws of the land, and uphold them.
Weakness:
~ Sweet women
~ Innocent being wronged
~ The worry that someday it will all go back to the way it was before his change in heart, and body.
~ Failure in his true path.
~ Direct sunlight. He is not yet attuned to direct sunlight.
Bio: Victor was the second born and first son of the second house. He was instructed at an early age of the way of his Goddess of the web, and eight legs. Everything was destruction, evil, and chaos. He was highly ranked among the other male Sorcerers, though he never felt the need for chaos, but that of law. Sure he was evil, and dark in his ways for many years, but he always saw law. His magic always had meaning and was never cast for shits and giggles. There was always meaning behind it. Something that set him apart from his brethren, and something that set him apart of his kin. He would think before he acted, and that was something that was not seen in hundreds of years.

He suddenly felt the calling of turning his ways. His Spider Goddess had come to him sweetly to his dreams sending him topside. He was not greeted well at first, but the Paladins had seen his alignment change. He was more neutral with a twitch of evil, but all law, and honer. The spider goddess had not left him, but she knew to take a back seat to the God of Dragons. They needed balance in the mortal world, and she sent him to help bring about that balance. As to what she wanted with him afterward was the hidden agenda of the hour, but the new feelings of honor and good are starting to rule over the evil that once had captured his heart.
~~~~~More to come Just the start of it so enjoy
Power/Abilities:
Level 10 Sorcerer.
Drow specials, and what not.
Dragon specials, and what not. ((These will grow as his dragon grows.))
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Dragon:

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[Ignus]

Uri Kovachek.
Age: 35
Ethnic Background: Russian
Occupation: Contract Killer for the Russian Mob
Bio: Standard mob kid background. Orphaned, picked up by Mob who later trained under one of the most deadly assassins in the world. It's pretty simple and hardly complex. He kills for money. He is a psychopath but does have a heart in all that darkness. Uri is skilled in a number of combative training and killing. He knows one day that he will want to call it quits, but his boss and adopted father has other plans. Uri knows too much, has done too much, and is still able to do so. He's only been shot twice and stabbed a few times, but he tends to plan so well in advance and know his target and surroundings that he has only to walk away after a kill, even if he get's the contract days in advance. He does have two rules. No children or animals. That being said, Uri is able to pick and choose his contracts, but only once in a great while does his boss/adopted father give him no choice.

Skills: Martial Arts training in Ninjitsu, Krav Maga, and weapons training. All from swords to rifles. The man is as deadly with a gun, as he his with his hands and knives. The man knows how to end another's life.
Weakness: Starting to get flashbacks of his kills, and the PTSD that comes with them. Night terrors and sweats. The man can't get a good nights sleep. One of his knife wounds acts up badly so bad he can't use his left hand for anything. Just shooting pain. It only acts up when he is in extended combat or heavy stress. Long workouts are hard.
Strengths: His undying loyalty. Uri is very good at what he does. He has been given many nicknames, but only a few know who he really is. He is good with numbers, and logic when it comes to most any situation. Once he takes a contract, he never backs down.

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[Ignus]

Dragon Rider!​

Name: Alya
Age:24
Sex: Female
Height: 5'11"
Hair: Long auburn hair
Eyes: Hazel
Body type: Lith
Skin tone: Pale freckled face, and shoulders. Her tribe/village did tattoo the butterfly's onto her face, Proclaiming her as a delicate but free spirit that will never be held back.
Personality: Alya is very much her own person. Marching to the beat of her own drum, but follows the unwritten law of the land. Never taking more then what you need, defending the weak, and standing up for what's right. She is strong-willed and has a golden heart. She doesn't want to become a leader but that day is soon to come.
Skill Focus: Ranger/Scout
Short Bio: Alya was born in a time of war, and famine. Her village always supplied the food for the royal born and were virtual slaves. The village was the only place in this kingdom that allowed women to do things other than cooking, cleaning, and making babies. However new laws had passed that were oppressing even this village. The royal guard was sent to make sure that this law was followed and any female caught doing anything but the list above was sent to the Pits or worse enslaved. The King, however, learned of Alya and wanted to see the mighty huntress himself. He wanted to own and tame her, but she escaped into the night.

 

[Ignus]

Name: Samantha Winston Baker (Yes Winston)
Age: 30
Roll/Skills: Anthropologist/Archacliogiest/Historian. Heavy focus BC era, and considers herself an expert on WWII. Polygot (Able to read, speak and write several different languages.) Some self-defense.
Short bio: Sam was born into a wealthy family that ended up in the good'ol U.S. of A. She had stayed away from the family business, not really wanting to take it over even against her parent's wishes. However, she made a very prestigious name for herself. Genius in her own right she is a natural at connecting the dots and figuring out puzzles. She found that she loved history at a young age when she learned who her middle name was. Winston Churchill. It became a passion to learn, and she never felt satisfied with what she had learned. Soon Sam loved languages and while her family was angry with her choosing a different path she was the one to get them on a global scale being able to speak over twelve languages. She knew their culture and was able to be a liaison and make her family business larger, and more profitable.

Her love for history, and nearly bottomless pocketbook, Samantha did find herself a few enemies along the way. Because of her family money, she was a kidnapping risk, and the FBI was involved in keeping her safe on occasion. However recently threats have been making her family more nervous then the government thought. So they hired from a private contracting group that has retired military personnel mostly special forces, from not just the U.S. but all over the world. Most recently Samanth has been shot at, and a threat from an ex-boyfriend who is obsessed with her. It wasn't pretty, he was rather abusive, both mentally and physically. Sam left him, and never looked back.

Today, Dr. Samntha Winston Baker is in England under a church looking for a wild goose chase. She had been recently obsessing over an old book that mentioned what she believes is time travel. Some were questioning her sanity.
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[Ignus]

Name: Shamus Bathalmae
Age: 33
Rank/Skills: Lt Major of the S.S.Speical ops. Survival, alien weapons, leader of men and women. Hand to hand combat in krav-maga, and Ninjitsu. Shamus was made into a killer by the elite. Think 007 on a grander scale.
Short Bio: Shamus was born in Irland, but was raised in an orphanage in England. A good place, but also a good place for the Government to recruit from. He is a kind but ruthless, he cares for those he is protecting like his own. Considering he never had a family until he joined up. A few years into his S.S. job, the Aliens came to Earth. Shamus and his crew survived but only just on the first wave. He had been picking up survivors and new found help along the way. The aliens were taking over, looking for anyone they could find. It was unknown what they were doing, but Shamus was doing what he could to keep his people safe. It was a dangerous and blind game until the day he heard her voice on his com. His angle. Even if she wasn't one. But as of right now. She was his eyes in the sky.
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[Ignus]

The Gladiator:

Aka: Ares/Mars

Age: Unknown

Race: Can depend on the rp, but humanoid. Can be from another world or era.

Bio and traits: A boy born into slavery was found to have violent tendencies. He was trained from a young age and had shown very barbaric yet hyper-focused behavior. He is smart, and cunning, and will use anything for his advantage. This man is very much an alpha with dominant traits. However, he is submissive to his masters, but only to a point. Think a caged lion that sticks around for the free meal and warm bed. However, his masters are able to control him and depending on the theme of the rp it can just be a leather collar or an implant that has been injected into his skin.


The Gladiator has been in hundreds of fights, both in the arena and private matches. He hasn't won them all, but he has won plenty to make him known from the far reaches of the known lands. They have given him a name that hints at his prowess, and might on the battlefield. He, however, isn't a brainless creature that only knows how to fight. He has a smart mind, with a sarcastic outlook on life. He stays for an unknown reason, but he could figure a way out, or already has one but has yet to take it. Does he stay because he can, or because he has to? ((This can be plotted out to match the rp needs)).


Ares appreciates a hot meal, booze, and a warm bed. Preferably with someone of his choosing in it. But like all popular gladiators, he is sometimes given to ladies that fancy a night or weekend with a wild man. His masters and those who have control over him believe that he is dumb as a rock and that they have him in complete control. But he is plotting his revenge or escape at all times.


Appearance not in face-claim: Ares has a series of scars, and tattoos littering his body. Some are for artful in placement like his tattoos, however, none of them are by his choice. Whether or not the technology is around to remove scars, his masters have made sure that the ones that make him appear more fierce are to remain. The tattoos are much the same. He has a brand on his right shoulder signifying who he belongs too.

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((We could add a science fiction element and have him be teleported back into time for one reason or another. Or he could have been born in slavery on a prison planet. Or we could play the Roman Gladiator element to the letter if you would like. Either way, this character is pretty easy to move into whatever theme we need.))

 

[Ignus]

Name Quigley Agustus Holliday. (Yes, his father had a western-themed addiction, and was the only thing he gave him)
Nicknames: 'Q', Reaper, Skull Collector
Age: 35
Physical Stats/description: 6'6", 240#, Green eyes, Brown hair with natural blonde highlights. It is slightly curly and is shaved on the sides, but it's long enough on top to make a small 'man bun' which is how he normally styles it. (Not in that annoying kind of way. He is slick but not coky. Think clean-cut, but rugged) Very muscular but scary quiet and agile.
Notable scars: Three bullet pockmarks lining his back in a small cluster on the left side just below his heart. Only two knife wounds on his body. One on his chest, from peck to peck, and one on his right forearm that's covered by tattoos but when the light hits, that's the only time it can be seen. A bit of road rash on his left side up to his left arm up to his face (Not horrible just noticeable) and has knicked his ear. Occurred the same time he was shot in the back.
Tattoos/Brands: Left arm: 'Q' has a full sleeve of skulls in flare style with roses, fire, and various artwork weaved between. The total of skulls is thirty-three, and there is room for work. There are feathers that seem to be wrapping from behind like wings. Right arm: Has roses, flames/sun swirls, crucifixes, a rosary that wraps around the inside of his elbow and ends right at his wrist (palm side). Dog tags of men he's served with while in the military with the dates of their birth and death. There are feathers that seem to be wrapping from behind like wings. Right hand: A rose inflames the top of his hand, upper digits 'HITS' on each upper digit right to left in bold print, lower digits have 'RIP' from right to left pinky has a cross on it. Left hand: top has a skull with a bullet hole in it a rose growing out. The upper digits have 'HARD' written right to left in bold. The lower digits have nothing yet.
Back: Massive tattoo of angel wings that incorporate into his arm tattoos. This tattoo takes up most of his back, it's done in black and white, and done in one sitting. He passed out once. It represents the Angle of Death.
Left pectoral: Tattoo M/C. 'Son's of the Horsemen'. Four horses of the apocalypse.
Right pectoral: Brand:

Spoiler: Death cone only

(The sythes are tattooed on his neck.)
Short bio: Quigley was born from the Trailor trash of the year modal. Crack whore with a father who bounced the moment after he named Quincy. He had a crazy love for westerns, Quigley down under, Lonesome Dove and luck have it, his last time was Holliday, his father loved Doc Holliday. His mother didn't raise him having died from an overdose, he was bounced around the system until he graduated high school and joined the military the very next day. He did well for himself there for a bit even got into special forces and became a First Lt. as a Marine Recon specialist. But like all good things in his life, they never last. He was framed for dealing drugs and piled it all on with a good dose of assault and attempted murder. Spent time in one of the military prisons and got out for good behavior about three years later. While in the big house, he made powerful friends and some enemies but the powerful friends offered him a job once he got out, and he joined a motorcycle club named 'The Four Horsemen.' He went from being framed for selling and dealing drugs to actually selling and dealing. They knew he was good at killing people because of his Recon reputation so they moved him up the ranks from enforcer to club reaper.

Then one day, he had enough. He was high half the time, drunk the other. He hated life, nearly drove off a cliff but skidded to a stop nearly wrecking his bike and killing himself. So he told the President of his club that he was done. His Pres said that he would be allowed to take a break, and that was two years ago. He moved two states away, lives in a bit city, and works in a popular club that he bounces for. Since he only was good at a few things in life, becoming an accountant wasn't in the cards for him. This job doesn't pay nearly as well as his last one, but at least he can sleep at night. Well sort of.

Skills/Strengths: Polyglot. (Speaks many languages and can pick them up very quickly). Stealth, (which comes as a surprise for someone so big) hand to hand, knife fighting, close and ranged weapons. Is a Marines recon. Sniper/Scout. (Once a Marine always a Marine). He has an artistic flair, having drawn most of his buddies and his own tattoos. He minted the coines for the club and their President turn them into brands.

 

[Ignus]

Name: William Allen Pinkerton
Appearance/bio/personality: William has thick sandy blonde hair that hits his ears with a slight wave. His skin is tanned from years on the back of a horse and there is a coarseness about him that hints at hard times. His eyes are deep blue and have little happiness in them. Where they lack happiness there is an inborn intelligence that hints he cannot be fooled easily. His voice is rough but has a soulful sound when he sings and boy can the man sing. He is tall for this day and age and has the muscle to back his height at a whopping six-foot-four inches. If one would think of him as slow in any fashion they would be proven wrong in gun combat and reflects in general. William has very few scars from his line of work, but he has a few. Most of them are hidden but one. A long cut along his hand moved up to his forearm. It appears to have been done slowly and meant to torture.

William only knows basic reading and writing skills that he learned in his primary times. But knows a number of Indian (Native American) languages, and somehow picked up some German. He was picked up by the Pinkertons as a small child after his mother was murdered before his eyes. Then Allen Pinkerton himself killed the murderer and took William under his wing. It was known in the inner circles that Allen had fancied the whore he avenged but knew that William wasn't his son. So he took William in and gave him what he could at the time.

It didn't take long for Allen Pinkerton to learn that William was a violent but protective man. He honed those skills and William survived the Civil War and took a job as a bounty hunter soon after. Given to him by his adopted father. He was sent on some of the worst bounties, but William did his best to stay out of the limelight. He didn't want people to know who he was until it was too late. Sometimes he would play cards with his bounty and either 'defend himself' or get them drunk enough to handle without much of a scene. He did love taking money from murders it was something that was instilled in him when he watched his mother get shot over money. William however didn't always keep the money and gold he took from his bounties. He would give what he could to the offended families and only use what he needed to survive. Though he does have a drinking habit that seems to 'curb' his depression and what would be called PTSD, he will never drink until the job is done.

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[Ignus]

Name: Jamie O'Neal
Branch: Marines (Force Recon)
Rank: Lieutenant first class
Job: Pointman (yes front lines for a woman)
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 150# and change
Age: 35
Short Bio: Jamie has had a very active life and is close to her family. She was born into a large Irish Catholic family from Bostin and loves to play hockey, drink beer, and shoot the shit with her fellow teammates in the special forces unit she actually commands in the field. Born first has made her a natural leader. Her mother and father were married right out of high school and started a large family. Getting invited to dinner is an entertaining endeavor and always ends in hockey, uber rides home, and maybe a fight with the opposing team or one of her brothers. Jamie just happens to be the only girl in the family and happened to be the only one who joined the military that went into officer's training school after being asked to join up in Marine force recon. Her brothers always give her flack for it and tell her that she's too good to become a stuck-up bumbling officer. But in truth, they are very proud of her and know that she will take care of her team.

Jamie and her team were approached while on leave. She and half the team were playing hockey at midnight and weren't too happy about giving up their ice time because some bigwig general from a special decision of the military had requested to speak with them. Somehow they were able to get all twelve of them in the same place, all in different styles of dress. As mentioned before, half the team was in their hockey gear and they all met in the co-ed dressing room. Others were dressed as if woken from their sleep and rushed here, and some were in a suit and tie or dresses. One was just wearing a pair of board shorts and flip-flops.

The General sported three stars and was in the Airforce. The rank was saluted but they weren't sure what a flyboy was doing dragging them all together. They were then all given a short briefing on a volunteer mission in a new second of the military. It was about that time they had to agree before they learned of what was going on. "This has been going on for years, you are being brought into this because we believe that you are the best fit for our newest development but if you agree, you will never be able to speak about any of it to anyone on Earth." The teem agreed (mostly impart because all of their missions had a level they couldn't discuss with anyone) and that night were shipped out to Cheyanne mountain in Colorado Springs for their newest gig.

Markings/Tattoos/scars not seen in the picture: (More to come)
Quote: 'Anyone who has never made any mistakes has never tried anything new' Albert Einstein
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