Iwaku: Rebirth

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Current Username/name: Slaanesh god of..... never-mind
Malkierys "Malik" Plague-River

Past names/lives: The Cat Emperor of Catkind; Grandmaster Karsikan Banrae; Karsikan the Fallen Knight

Appearance:
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Cults/Clubs:The Empire of Catkind

Who are you supposed to be with?: Fel, Ryker, WMD, Jack Shade, Fluffy, Seiji

Who are you with now?: Raum Valafar, the dregs of society

Number on your barcode:

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Current occupation: Resistance Figurehead/Leader

Have you been involved with the "Angel Wing" project yet?: No

Powers:
Blessed by the Grandfather: (Dreamweaving) ;
This is more of a list of the Various Blessings and curses Nurgle has placed upon his chosen
Illusion of Normaility, Nurgle has allowed Malik to disguise his true nature from the outside world, in all respects he appears as a perfectly uncorrupted Space Marine, and even the Mark of nurgle he bears at the base of his neck appears more as a Tattoo than the oozing wound it normally takes.
Beneath his skin his muscle and sinew have been replaced with blasphemous machine that defies any logic, cables and hoses have replaced blood vessels, pistons and gears his muscles, and a Foul Ichor his blood, even this is coated in a protective slime that is highly toxic. He has a host of Mechanical flies that are housed within his body and carries internal sample of Nurgle's most virulent plague to use as he sees fit.


Weakness: Necromancy
MMalik's power comes from a perverted form of life, rather than the powers of Entropy and Death. Therefore the Magic of Death negates his toxins and dissolves the flesh that hides his true face.

Personality:
To begin, Malkyeris wants to be immortal, more than that, he want's to be a God, or the closest thing he can get to that, a Daemon Prince. On top of that He's somehow deluded himself into truly believing in his own (perceived) invincibility. Character flaws aside, he's a rather good-natured individual, always laughing, smiling and oddly approachable, despite his otherwise Imposing appearance.

History: Stories of the Brothers of Darkness are as Varied as they are Plentiful, Stories about a pair of a space marine with a Two Handed Chainsword that spat venom as it howled, standing back to back with another blasting away with a Reaper Autocannon.

WIP


 
Current Name: "XC"

Past Name/Lives: Jahrakal Kythor (Disputed)

Cults/Clubs: None.

Who are you supposed to be with?: (Assuming that he is Jahrakal Kythor) Jack Shade, Woodrat, Jovian.

Who are you with now?: No one.

Number on your barcode: None.

Current occupation: None.

Powers:

Confluence: Martial Artist.
With fighting skills honed in the combat-centered environment of Habbo, XC is the master of a few fighting styles and an adept in more. To him, fighting hand-to-hand or with his nunchuks is second nature, and if you ever need someone to be your bodyguard in a situation where weapons are prohibited ... XC's your man.

Reality Bending: Warped Space. (Nunchaku)
Using his nunchuks, which he is able to summon with a flick of his wrist. By twirling them, he can deflect most projectiles (magical, energy bolts, bullets). The downside to this power is that he is unable to control the direction of the deflection - these warped spaces are only created, and not controlled by him.

Soul Arts: The Metaphorical Blade.
By channeling his conviction towards fighting to defend both his beliefs and his goals, XC's limbs become blades, essentially. Although they look physically normal, it is possible for XC to slice through armour with a powerful enough strike. However, this is not a power he uses much, if at all, because overuse of this power deals nerval damage to the particular limb at a cellular level which is either extremely difficult or impossible to repair.

Involvement with the "Angel Wing" Project: None.

Personality: XC is a usually calm and collected person, a result of much meditating during his training with martial arts. However, he is also one that is quietly proud of his own prowess in battle and strong conviction. When in casual situations he is a rather social person, always quick to start a conversation, though it appears that he changes into another once the situation turns serious; single-minded, driven.

History:

He was first conceptualized as a Noob in the Yggdrasil-esque realm of Habbo Hotel, where corridors and other effects found in the layout of a hotel opened doors to other sub-dimensional spaces where anything and everything could be found - first a dying world, then the next one torn apart by war. He found himself developing interest in the Star Wars planes, and for most of his Noob life he spent his time there, learning the basics and stepped upon by those higher than him, the Elites who were proficient in combat and wise beyond their years. His innocence left him soon corrupted, and with meagre combat skills gained from lessons with his Masters he left the Star Wars planes seeking others, whose denizens were weaker and easier to defeat, to dominate.

This continued for a few years, where he tramped upon others like how he had once been when he joined. XC thought himself a god, until he met one similar, yet different to him; this was the one they called "Syrus", an adventurer that held no allegiance, no bond to any realm like him. The difference? Syrus was there to watch, to teach, and not to destroy - Syrus also happened to be powerful. Very, very powerful. Their first meeting left XC on the floor, his body and mind broken by the sheer might of this mysterious man - He had thought his life at an end, remorse flooding him for the first time before he realized he had been spared the finishing blow.

Syrus, recognizing XC as one with potential to further the hand of justice took him under his wing, watching over him as an absent master that appeared mysteriously from time to time as XC continued to traverse the land but on a different purpose; instead of the domineering tyrant he had once been he was now a guardian, a silent defender that watched from the shadows and stepped out when injustice was committed, when the people whom he was once like overstepped their boundaries.

XC visited many planes of existence; mythical, anime-based, realistic. All of which he made friends and enemies from. However, as the years passed by he saw more and more of his friends leaving - some for other realms outside of Habbo Hotel, whilst there were a small minority that had left to be part of this ... Bigger world. Something bigger than all of the other realms out there; something which even Habbo Hotel was only a microscopic fraction of. They had called this plane of existence "Real Life", and few who went there ever came back.

It had also been rumoured that Syrus, the mysterious master of XC had left Habbo Hotel for "Real Life", taking on the mantle of Brandon.

As XC grew older and greater in both power and stature amongst the denizens of Habbo Hotel - some feared him, some respected him, some hated him, he became more and more aware of other realms outside of Habbo Hotel. First came the "Forums" where the Laws of Reality were different, and where his combat prowess was renewed there, a place where he had to start a new. He visited these realms occasionally, surveying them, watching them, noting them - he knew that if one day Habbo Hotel were to, by some means fall, he had an alternative place to escape to.

He never liked any of these forums, until he discovered "Iwaku". Iwaku was ... Different. The people did not mind that he came from a different type of reality, where the Laws were different and they accepted him as one of their own. Despite this, XC could not rid himself of his emotional attachment to Habbo Hotel and he did not move to Iwaku permanently. He did alternate between both realms, though, as the quality of people in Habbo Hotel deteriorated and he found himself becoming more and more alone, as those who fought and laughed beside him all left for other worlds. He had interfered in this world, once, perhaps - he could not remember. Faint memories of a man named Jahrakal Kythor, fighting through crowds of guards, meeting with this godling called "Jack Shade" ... He did not know if they happened or not.

More and more of them, for Real Life.

One incident, however, cemented his decision to move to Iwaku permanently. The Moderators of Habbo Hotel, who answered to a Higher Power, a being by the name of Sulake had decided that the quality of Habbo Hotel, the quality of its denizens and its sub-dimensional spaces had become so deplorable they were hateful in his Sight. With His great, undeniable Power and Authority he Muted the Hotel, where he sealed away everyone's powers and the ability of speech.

Now, without any reason to stay in Habbo Hotel any more XC decided to leave - He stood within his circle of friends, people he had trusted, and befriended over the years at the very edge of Habbo Hotel's reality; Kiffinti, Xaiolcy, Optimism, Provence, Cryochasm, Halberd, Bladerunner, Bassdinosaur and ... So many more. So, so many more. With their own great power, gained from their years in this Realm they opened up the Gates to others - they opened up the Gates to all!

First, XC had thought that he would leave the Muted, the Doomed Hotel for others - Buzz, Zap, Static ... Hotels that were newly created by ex-denizens of Habbo Hotel, be it before the Mute, due to them being hit by the omnipotent Banhammer of the Moderators or some other quarrel with the Staff, or after the Mute, where they hoped to replicate the greatness of what the Hotel had been, before the quality of its denizens fell.

XC and his comrades had found those unsatisfactory; they were all imperfect, they all had glitches. Many of them fell over time, shortly after their creation: Buzz had been beaten down, left in ruins by outside Entities called Hackers who utilized the power of DDoS, Zap overrun by a cult called the Faceless, who assimilated others into their Hive Mind by wiping them clean of their faces, their identities. The rest were similarly flawed, irreparable one way or another.

They met once again in the shadow of the original, dying Hotel and there they parted their ways for one last time. Tears had been shed that day, but they accepted it because they knew that Change had been the only Constant in their lives. Everyone split up. Some were content with the imperfect imitations, and they found their homes there as rulers and tyrants and villains and heroes whilst there were some who decided that they too, needed to leave and make their way to Real Life. XC had heard Syrus' voice, calling him through the threshold where so many had gone and so few had returned but ... XC refused.

Accepting the fact that he would not be as great as before - a god in his own right, XC bid farewell to his remaining comrades; some had decided to die with the Hotel, as they were born there, and they believed that it was their responsibility to go down with it.

Without looking back, XC dove through the Dimensional Gates, into Space where he was directed by only his will to the Realm of Iwaku.

 
Definitively intriguing! I like your character!

ADDING IN TK'S SHIT.

Current Username/name:Trance Kitsune

Past names/lives: Gingergirl, Julez, Ice

Appearance:
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Cults/Clubs: Mur Zombies, Partially had been involved in ISAF indirectly

Who are you supposed to be with?: Rory and Kitti, possibly Jack

Who are you with now?: She barely recognizes anyone

Number on your barcode: 9 09279 3398 9981

Current occupation: Runs a small orphanage, tending to about ten kids.

Powers: Shifting into a fox form, limited control over metal, a focusing reaction when listening to music, and able to take a higher form- though it might have changed (SEE MYTHOS GROUP FOR MORE DETAILS)

Have you been involved with the "Angel Wing" project yet?: Yes

Personality: TK has gone from one attitude frame to another throughout the cycles, mostly because she's moody. She's always been a little melodramatic. This time, however, she's become calculating, and frustrated, angry.

History: Over the years and cycles, Trance had begun to forget more and more about the beginning of her existence. More and more, she forgot how she was. So much history being made through time- like a rope being made. One part was being braided and formed, while the older parts were starting to fray and come apart. History being lost to time, worn down in her mind and memories. In the Angel Wing Project, she's regaining those memories. Through this cycle, she has lived a relatively painless life- though its regulated and controlled at every corner. She can remember a happy childhood, though she can't remember what of her childhood was enough to make her happy- maybe its a trick of these machines that work on her each week, messing with her head. Eventually she figured out something useful through her position.

As a peripheral character, she was able to get different viewpoints, though her vision was sometimes clouded by her attitude and hubris. When they began to run memories over and over in her head, it gave her a chance to analyze herself, analyze what was going on.

As the caretaker of an orphanage, she feels that it's dangerous for her charges if she gets into any funny business, but she tries to keep her eye on what is occurring without implicating herself in anything, without being noticed. She's invested time in writing down what she remembers from appointments so she won't forget her memories again. This new memory, or this premonition of the future of herself, however, worries herself- because of the attitude that this other person... herself, has, she worries about the risks she might be taking in the future, she worries about what that means for her orphanage.

Even when she isn't having her brain picked by this project, sometimes, they require her to sleep there at times, to analyze her more thoroughly- after the past couple times, she's woken up to a few bodily modifications, like four metal ports in her back, two on either side of her spine- as well as one port on the back of her neck, one on the inside of her right wrist, one at the small of her back, and one more behind her left ear.

She's discovered something after so many visitations, and paying attention to what they were focusing on in her memories. She figured out- but she has no where to take the information without compromising herself. She can only hope to figure out a way to get this information to someone who can do something with it.
 
CHARACTER SHEETS:

Current Username/name: Tyler Crane

Past names/lives: Count Crane, Purgatory, The Northern King, Blood John, Redemption of Souls, Phoenix Lord

Appearance:
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Cults/Clubs: Shape Shifter Guild, Neko Cult, Mur Zombies, Absurdist Central, Table Top Tyrants, Iwaku Gaming League.

Who are you supposed to be with?: No one

Who are you with now?: No one

Number on your barcode: 9 47326 58415 0

Current occupation: Vagrant

Powers:
In his current incarnation TC is a powerful telekineticist, though his control over his power fluctuates.

TC's current form in the cycle is 'corrupted', a kind of 'scar tissue' from experiments used by his previous forms. As a result he seems 'out of sync' with what happens around him, having a slowed reaction time but greater endurance.

TC suffers from onsets of visions, the more powerful the visions the less control he has over his telekinesis.

Have you been involved with the "Angel Wing" project yet?: yes

Personality: Tyler fights for what he believes is his reality. He hates the 'powers that be' for, as he perceives it, tearing him away from it. Outside of the government authority he is a typically kind man, though he prefers to keep his distance from those unable to defend themselves.

History: Tyler first came to Iwaku without any defining qualities, a shell without so much as a name; shortly after a dream came to him, in it there was a mad scientist of repute called Tyler Crane. Latching onto the dream, the shell took the name, built a base upon the moon, and tried to become the man he saw in the vision.

He failed.

In his current life Tyler Crane was a construction worker, until he was pulled into the "Angel Wing" project. At first the 'corruption' prevented the memories of his past incarnations to be accessed. Tyler was given the ports so that the workers could try and break through the 'corruption'. In the next session they succeeded, but instead of faint recollections, a torrent of memories flooded his mind. Disoriented when he left the facility, 'visions' of his past seeped into his mind occasionally. Tyler tried to continue his normal life, but the 'visions' stopped him from keeping his job. Losing his job, his apartment, and all of his possessions, Tyler became a vagrant, taking what work he could get, but unable to hold on to anything for long.
 
[MENTION=21]Tyler Crane[/MENTION]: Love the character, but there are a few problems, I'll be a bit busy for a couple days, so I might not be able to talk until a few days from now.
 
That's okay, I have some edits I want to make to it. Some new ideas while I was at work today.
 
Ergh! You and I need to talk tomorrow when I'm free, Tyler.
 
lol, We'll take care of it. I'll be out of this convention in..... eight hours to ten hours. I won't be able to talk this out with you until then.
 
Post, people, POST!

Are there any questions so far?
 
so this is a rp of reincarnation pretty much, are we using character we previously made in older rps and if so do they have to be related to this rp like dark riegn? (Wasn't in that but you mentioned it a couple of times) also is there anything you abosulely do not want put in character (besides and all knowing all powerful character that ruins the plot) This is very intresting and I'd love to join it just i didnt join iwaku till jun so I haven't seen any of the previous rps like this to go off of
 
Don't worry about being new. Think about where you started to RP, where you were before you were here. If you've RPed before, you're fine.

just mae a character that is what you see as your persona, someone you want to be, transfer it to the name of your Iwaku account, or just have some name that's unrelated. Just have fun with it ^.^.
 
....*Stares at RP*.....

i really should at least TRY an IW RP....I always chicken out....

*narrows eyes and contemplates* TEMPTING we will see if Angl will make an appearance or not...
 
Current Username/name: Chronos

Past names/lives: Bio O.E.B.W.

Appearance: http://i-oni.deviantart.com/art/Radiated-120003404

Cults/Clubs: none

Who are you supposed to be with?: none

Who are you with now?: no one

Number on your barcode: 137658939

Current occupation: Sanitarian

Powers: Paranioa- cause's people around him to become paraniod after a long period of time the effects usually wear off in a day or two. Far sight- if given a large range of view he can spot things most people can't

Have you been involved with the "Angel Wing" project yet?: yes

Personality: A kind person for the most part at time he can seem detached though this is due to the fact that his ability tends to drive people away from him, but should you be able to withstand this you'll find him to be a very nice person at heart.

History: He can only remember two of his past lives both are very tragic and end with him being alone, He does have some friends in this life and by the looks of it this world doesn't seem to be ending any time soon and even though the government is oppresive at times it's definitely better then what his past selves had to go through. He wears the gas mask because his line of work for reasons that don't need to be said is not very friendly on the olfactory senses, and after wearing it so much that he tends to forget that it's even on. So far no one's told him to take it off so he just leaves it on most of the time now. He currently only has two ports one on the back of his neck and the other on his left wrist
 
Character accepted, very good ^.^
 
Actually, the IC is up, you can post.

Here it is.

POST, PEOPLE.
 
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