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Steam Name:
精神病のマニアック (Psykopathic Maniac)
Steam ID:
STEAM_0:1:52520791
How long have you been roleplaying?:
I have been RPing on many different servers. Most of which I have staffed on.
Super Admin/Coder - Nexus/Terminal Gaming - HL2RP, NV-RP - 6+ months - Lack of funds
Super Admin/Elite Admin/Coder - Sending Client Info - DarkRP - 6+ months - Lack of funds
VIP - Horizon Gaming - HL2RP, DarkRP - 1 1/2 years - Staff drive me insane
Any experience having this auth before?
I have never had to do a FORUM based character app. But then again I've never tried Vampire RP before either so this is all new to me.
What are you applying for?:
My character Shino Tenshi, one of Death's Angels that has fallen from the ranks and is now among the living
Why should you have this?:
I believe that it not only fits under the Creature of the Night depiction, but it's also not OP as hell. The story will make more sense. I AM ALSO WILLING to communicate this character. Any questions I'll answer
Backstory:
Do you agree that you will use these responsibly, and understand these can be taken away at any time?
-My name, is Shino Tenshi, or Death for short. I am an Angel that has fallen from the ranks of the dark, and is now walking among you. My story, goes as follows. I was just a boy when an Angel with blackened wings, like that of a crow, came down and took me from the streets. I was originally intended to be feasted upon by the fellow Death's Angels, but when Death looked upon me, as if inspecting me, he gave me something he has never given anyone before, a choice. The choice was either to die and have my soul sacrificed for the strength of the others, or to be given immortality and join his ranks as an Angel of Death. Being orphaned just previously, I felt as if I could seek my revenge upon those who orphaned me and killed my parents. Taking on the deal and given immortality, was painful you see, because in order to never die, you needed to die, in horrible ways. Death told me to shake his "hand", which was confusing at first, well, because there isn't one anymore, it's just bone. But I shook it, and the second my hand hit his, I felt my soul being ripped from my body. And with it, all my senses, my nerves burned to a crisp, then disappeared. My tongue and eyes melted along with my skin, but in all that, was the deafening boom of my ear drums rupturing and, in lack of better words, exploding. I don't remember anything after that. But when I came too, I opened my eyes which was weird, because they had just melted away, but there they were, good as new, actually, they were better. My nerves, tongue, ears, and nose were returned to me and then some. When I opened my eyes, I saw everything, nothing compared to what the mortal eye could see. I saw sound waves, I saw the souls of those who had died on the plates next to the fellow angels that I had previously thought, were empty. I felt every aspect of the wind next to me, everything down to the particle. When all of a sudden, I heard something thud. When I questioned it to Death, he merely pointed out the window to a bird landing in the distance, but what astounded me was that the bird, was 20 miles away. Then I realized at that moment, that my vision, could see clearly items of 20 miles away. When I looked at my skin however. It was no longer dirty and tan, it was clean and pale. Looking at my body it looked veiny but muscular, not ripped, but just more muscular than what I was. Thanking Lord Death I noticed that my voice had gotten slightly lower and richer. As well as my hair being now black and shaggy instead of blonde and messed up from living on the street. He assigned me a task, to hunt and slay two people, a man and a women. However, these weren't your average couple... They were the people that were driving the car that killed my parents. I felt angry but both happy, sort of like an Mad Doctor that this task was given to me. I was given nothing but a small knife and a cloak to mask myself with. And promised if I completed this task, I'd have proven my worth and given my wings. He brushed his hand over my face and I felt dizzy and fell, and what seemed like only a moment, it was now night, and across the street, was the house of the couple. They were sleeping on there bed covered in beer bottles and what appeared to a bong when I did it. When it happened, I knew how it felt to kill someone and how much I loved it. After licking up the blood on my knife, I noticed something coming up from the wounds I had left. It was light and wispy but attached to their body, I heard Death's voice say to me, "That's a mortal soul, reap it with the dagger and return it to me for your reward." And then it was gone. I saw the souls and I reached up and grabbed the one coming from the man, it was thick and slimy, but I held on as I severed it from the body, getting as much as I could. After doing the same to the women I then returned to Lord Death as if I was teleported. Once giving the souls to Death, he devoured both of them, seeming like he unhinged his (atleast I hope it was a guy) jaw. Feeling slightly disgusted at it, he looked at me, flipped me around, then repeatedly ripped chunks of flesh from my exposed back, not feeling much from the now hardened nerves, I noticed that once he was done, he told me that the wounds would heal, and that when they did, there would be my wings. I was pleased with that and he showed me to the living quarters to rest. When I woke up, I noticed that the stain in the bed was in the shape of wings, but poorly made out. While when I felt my back, I felt what I took as a welt left by the wounds. But in reality it was the skin covering for the wings, like that of the shell on a bug. After flight training, getting a curved blade along my arm, collecting more souls, and coming to what I guess would look like a 27 year old man (except I was actually 270). I grew a taste for souls, for they didn't actually have a taste, they just had a tickling feeling as they went down. Lord Death being pleased with my works, had moved me up in the ranks and I was one of the best Angels he had. Until one mission... After nearly 300 years of work, you would've expected someone of my caliber to at least not break one of the most important rules, "Never develop emotion for a Mortal" "Never reveal your Identity". On my mission, I was tasked of bringing down a family of 3, a simple task. But after I had reaped the souls of the parents, it came to the little girl still fast asleep in her room. I hesitated, then dropped my blade. I couldn't kill this little girl, who I was entrusted of doing just that. I broke the rule and brought her to Lord Death, in hopes that instead of killing her, she could also be one of his Angels. Little did I know, that the angel that had brought me there, was tasked of doing so, and that if I had chosen the other choice, would have to kill me. When the girl realized what was happening, she too was given the choice because Death saw potential in this little girl. But she chose the other path, and was sent to me for the slaying. But instead of slaying, I broke her out of that place and returned her to a hospital to be attended to, as I had given her injuries to create blood in that building of Death. When I returned, Death had seen what I did, and I was banished from being an Angel, and with it had my wings clipped, have of my strength revoked, and condemned to immortality as a human who has to feed on the living souls of man to order to live. I've found a city in which other creatures of the night like myself are known about and aren't sent to the stake like when I was a boy. I need to find a home again, and to survive with this butterfly knife I found... Lord Death, why hast thou forsaken me... *The paper is left in wrinkles with blood stains occasionally covering certain places*
精神病のマニアック (Psykopathic Maniac)
Steam ID:
STEAM_0:1:52520791
How long have you been roleplaying?:
I have been RPing on many different servers. Most of which I have staffed on.
Super Admin/Coder - Nexus/Terminal Gaming - HL2RP, NV-RP - 6+ months - Lack of funds
Super Admin/Elite Admin/Coder - Sending Client Info - DarkRP - 6+ months - Lack of funds
VIP - Horizon Gaming - HL2RP, DarkRP - 1 1/2 years - Staff drive me insane
Any experience having this auth before?
I have never had to do a FORUM based character app. But then again I've never tried Vampire RP before either so this is all new to me.
What are you applying for?:
My character Shino Tenshi, one of Death's Angels that has fallen from the ranks and is now among the living
Why should you have this?:
I believe that it not only fits under the Creature of the Night depiction, but it's also not OP as hell. The story will make more sense. I AM ALSO WILLING to communicate this character. Any questions I'll answer
Backstory:
Do you agree that you will use these responsibly, and understand these can be taken away at any time?
-My name, is Shino Tenshi, or Death for short. I am an Angel that has fallen from the ranks of the dark, and is now walking among you. My story, goes as follows. I was just a boy when an Angel with blackened wings, like that of a crow, came down and took me from the streets. I was originally intended to be feasted upon by the fellow Death's Angels, but when Death looked upon me, as if inspecting me, he gave me something he has never given anyone before, a choice. The choice was either to die and have my soul sacrificed for the strength of the others, or to be given immortality and join his ranks as an Angel of Death. Being orphaned just previously, I felt as if I could seek my revenge upon those who orphaned me and killed my parents. Taking on the deal and given immortality, was painful you see, because in order to never die, you needed to die, in horrible ways. Death told me to shake his "hand", which was confusing at first, well, because there isn't one anymore, it's just bone. But I shook it, and the second my hand hit his, I felt my soul being ripped from my body. And with it, all my senses, my nerves burned to a crisp, then disappeared. My tongue and eyes melted along with my skin, but in all that, was the deafening boom of my ear drums rupturing and, in lack of better words, exploding. I don't remember anything after that. But when I came too, I opened my eyes which was weird, because they had just melted away, but there they were, good as new, actually, they were better. My nerves, tongue, ears, and nose were returned to me and then some. When I opened my eyes, I saw everything, nothing compared to what the mortal eye could see. I saw sound waves, I saw the souls of those who had died on the plates next to the fellow angels that I had previously thought, were empty. I felt every aspect of the wind next to me, everything down to the particle. When all of a sudden, I heard something thud. When I questioned it to Death, he merely pointed out the window to a bird landing in the distance, but what astounded me was that the bird, was 20 miles away. Then I realized at that moment, that my vision, could see clearly items of 20 miles away. When I looked at my skin however. It was no longer dirty and tan, it was clean and pale. Looking at my body it looked veiny but muscular, not ripped, but just more muscular than what I was. Thanking Lord Death I noticed that my voice had gotten slightly lower and richer. As well as my hair being now black and shaggy instead of blonde and messed up from living on the street. He assigned me a task, to hunt and slay two people, a man and a women. However, these weren't your average couple... They were the people that were driving the car that killed my parents. I felt angry but both happy, sort of like an Mad Doctor that this task was given to me. I was given nothing but a small knife and a cloak to mask myself with. And promised if I completed this task, I'd have proven my worth and given my wings. He brushed his hand over my face and I felt dizzy and fell, and what seemed like only a moment, it was now night, and across the street, was the house of the couple. They were sleeping on there bed covered in beer bottles and what appeared to a bong when I did it. When it happened, I knew how it felt to kill someone and how much I loved it. After licking up the blood on my knife, I noticed something coming up from the wounds I had left. It was light and wispy but attached to their body, I heard Death's voice say to me, "That's a mortal soul, reap it with the dagger and return it to me for your reward." And then it was gone. I saw the souls and I reached up and grabbed the one coming from the man, it was thick and slimy, but I held on as I severed it from the body, getting as much as I could. After doing the same to the women I then returned to Lord Death as if I was teleported. Once giving the souls to Death, he devoured both of them, seeming like he unhinged his (atleast I hope it was a guy) jaw. Feeling slightly disgusted at it, he looked at me, flipped me around, then repeatedly ripped chunks of flesh from my exposed back, not feeling much from the now hardened nerves, I noticed that once he was done, he told me that the wounds would heal, and that when they did, there would be my wings. I was pleased with that and he showed me to the living quarters to rest. When I woke up, I noticed that the stain in the bed was in the shape of wings, but poorly made out. While when I felt my back, I felt what I took as a welt left by the wounds. But in reality it was the skin covering for the wings, like that of the shell on a bug. After flight training, getting a curved blade along my arm, collecting more souls, and coming to what I guess would look like a 27 year old man (except I was actually 270). I grew a taste for souls, for they didn't actually have a taste, they just had a tickling feeling as they went down. Lord Death being pleased with my works, had moved me up in the ranks and I was one of the best Angels he had. Until one mission... After nearly 300 years of work, you would've expected someone of my caliber to at least not break one of the most important rules, "Never develop emotion for a Mortal" "Never reveal your Identity". On my mission, I was tasked of bringing down a family of 3, a simple task. But after I had reaped the souls of the parents, it came to the little girl still fast asleep in her room. I hesitated, then dropped my blade. I couldn't kill this little girl, who I was entrusted of doing just that. I broke the rule and brought her to Lord Death, in hopes that instead of killing her, she could also be one of his Angels. Little did I know, that the angel that had brought me there, was tasked of doing so, and that if I had chosen the other choice, would have to kill me. When the girl realized what was happening, she too was given the choice because Death saw potential in this little girl. But she chose the other path, and was sent to me for the slaying. But instead of slaying, I broke her out of that place and returned her to a hospital to be attended to, as I had given her injuries to create blood in that building of Death. When I returned, Death had seen what I did, and I was banished from being an Angel, and with it had my wings clipped, have of my strength revoked, and condemned to immortality as a human who has to feed on the living souls of man to order to live. I've found a city in which other creatures of the night like myself are known about and aren't sent to the stake like when I was a boy. I need to find a home again, and to survive with this butterfly knife I found... Lord Death, why hast thou forsaken me... *The paper is left in wrinkles with blood stains occasionally covering certain places*
Last edited by PsykopathPsyk on Thu Oct 09, 2014 11:06 pm; edited 1 time in total (Reason for editing : Follow the format)
