Sign Up Mancer: Golden (Dark)Age - Mature VLS

[O-Ushi]

[COLOR=DimGray][CENTER]"Magic isn't what you think.
It's much, much worse."[/CENTER] [/COLOR]
[SIZE=1][CENTER]- Pyromancer Martel[/CENTER][/SIZE]

The pale figure draws a cigarette to his thin lips, the light reflecting off his high collar back to his face, highlighting cheekbones you could slit your wrists on, a beak-like nose and dark, dark glasses.

"You think you know magic? Don't make me laugh...even if I could." he mumbles, taking a deep drag from the cigarette in his hand. He let the breath out slowly, the smoke curling around his gaunt face. He runs a hand across his bald head, his fingers brushing the image burned onto his forhead; a crescent-moon encircling a third eye.

"Witches, they call us. And witches we are. Satan's semen. Lucifer's spawn. We are damned to walk as gods amongst ants." Another puff on his cigarette. His voice holds no malice, bitterness or sadness. It's monotonous, a morgue of a voice.

"We have walked among you for thousands of years, unseen, unknown. Oh, sure, there have been those who suspect that we might exist, but they're wrong. Dead wrong.

"Plato explained that there was another world. A world of Forms, the most perfect of everything. The perfect table. The perfect sunset. The perfect human. All we see are pale shadows and reflects, flawed and tainted.

"Perceptive guy, that Plato.

"We have seen the other world; its image has been burned into our psyche. Some of us were born with it, some forced to witness it through a traumatic experience, some...well, some are just unlucky, I guess. We have seen Truth, we have seen the perfect Form. We can now change this pale shadow world how we wish, for we know that it is not real.

"Unfortunately, as a man who stares at the sun is blinded, so too are we changed. We are driven insane by the Truth, for what man can stare upon the face of God and remain unmoved? I, for one, can no longer feel emotion. I feel no dizzying highs, nor terrifying lows. I am a corpse that continues to live."

Drag.

Exhale.

"For a thousand thousands years we have slumbered in you society. We have been locked away, we have been persecuted, we have been burned.

"We are tired of your ****..."

He reaches and removes his glasses, showing eyes inhuman. They have no irises, nor pupils, and colour swirls in all the shades of the rainbow, as oil on water. The image of the third eye on his forehead glows dully, pulsing red with each of his heartbeats. He stares at you, calmly, patiently.

"...and we're taking over. I would suggest running. Fast."

Static.

Black.

- [SIZE=1][I]Morpheus[/I], a video clip circulating the internet. Suppressed by the FBI.[/SIZE]



"On January 29th 2006, New York City, New York, was taken by [I]them[/I].

They call themselves Mancers, individuals who can wield power unseen before, powers which would be deemed miracles in any other sense. They fight the patrols the Arm has set up in the city, fight the inhabitants that attack them, but - more often than not - fight each other. Each one seems to have specialised their powers into one field, whether it is control of inanimate objects, morphing their body or controlling fire with their mind. Needless to say, almost all attempts to communicate with them have failed. New York, and its inhabitants have been quarantined. God protect them, for we cannot.?

- [SIZE=1]President Green[/SIZE]



Alright, this is my first RP, so please be nice...I was thinking that Mancer powers were fairly specialised, but it was up to the player to find loopholes in them and carefully exploit them. If you have any questions, PM me, but I'll be making a thread in the Arena Underground for it.

WARNING: HARRY POTTER THIS AINT. THERE WILL BE SCENES OF MASOCHISM, SADISM AND OTHER VERY ADULT SITUATIONS. ABANDON HOPE ALL YE WHO ENTER.

Character Sign-ups

Name: Modern, please (unless your character has renamed themselves, I suppose)

Age: Please, not too many teenagers

Gender:

Description: Pics are OK

Insanity: All Mancers are insane. It comes with the territory, and a good rule of thumb is "The crazier, the more dangerous" (that is to say, I won?t allow characters who have uber-powers and have a small, unimportant insanity). If I think the insanity's not debilitating enough for the power, I'll ask to change it or downgrade the power. Here are some examples, in case your stuck:
[*]An extreme/bizarre fear (agoraphobia is a nice one to choose)
[*]Masochism/Sadism
[*]Cannot feel emotions
[*]Thinks he's Jesus/God/Insert religious figure HERE
[*]Extreme attachment/repulsion form people
[*]Has a seizure in times of pressure [/list]
Remember, keep it original, please.

Personality:

Power: I would like a nice, important title for the type of mancer he is (like Metaphysisist, Biomancer, Golemcrafter) and a brief description of what the power entails (not individual spells, mind).

Biography: Were you put into a mental home? Do you just wander around aimlessly? How did you discover the other world? Why? All these and more will be answered in your Bio!

Here?s my character

Name: Isaac Freeman

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Description: African-American, thick of shoulders and narrow of waist, his arms are thick and powerful. Half his hair has been shaved off, and the other braided into crude dreadlocks, which hang loosely over his face and completely hides his left hand eye. His eyes are bright green, with thick rings under them, denoting his insomnia, and his mouth seems to be twisted into a smile by his ?Cheshire cat?; thick slits have been cut from the corner of his mouth to halfway into his cheeks, and crudely stitched closed. A complex pattern of angular, arcane scars cover his entire body, and he is continually ?touching them up? when he?s not busy.
He normally wears a tattered black T-shirt with the legend ?Butterflies Are Spider Food? embossed in bright red, underneath a dirty brown trench coat, heavy jeans, huge boots and a battered old bowler hat, which has a smiley-face badge pinned to it.

Insanity: Isaac suffers from acute masochism, as well as stress-induced bi-polar disorder (also known as manic depression).

Personality: Most of the time, Isaac is simply morose and morbid; a man of few words, all of them pessimistic. However, under extreme stress (especially in battle) he can simply switch, becoming engulfed in rage and grief, and lash out at anything close.

Power: Haemomancer
Isaac has a strange and disturbing power, he can control his blood to form and shape he wants, as well as control its density and manipulate how he sees fit. This also means that he heals at an extremely fast rate (the ultimate torment for the masochist). He seems to use the scars on his body to control, much like the ?spell books? of old. It is unproven, but it is believed that a Haemomancer?s blood is less a part of him, but a separate, symbiotic brought to unlife by the Mancer?s power

Biography:
Intense pain, lights explode in neon fireworks. Voices clamour in his ears. Hands press on his chest, holding back a torrent of red.

Fade to red, then nothing.

A light appears in the distance. A light he can?t see. He can?t see anything. Feelings he can?t comprehend. He can?t hear anything. Eternity stretches away in a heartbeat. He has seen Truth, beautiful, disturbing Truth.

He hears a call from beyond nothingness. No. He doesn?t want to go back.

A swirl of colours streak towards him, enveloping, bathing him. A sound breaks in his ears, a sweet, regretful sound. It is the renewed pulse of blood in his veins. Blood music ? the sound of his rebirth. He can feel it rejuvenating his aching body, flushing death from his body and leaving life in its path. It is warm, thick. He eagerly embraces it.

He finds himself locked away in a white room. Still strapped to a table. Still a suicide risk. His blood feels sluggish in his body, yearning to be free. He places the tip of his tongue between the top and bottom front teeth, and bites down. It is freed.

December 1st. Great Acres Pyschiatric Institute is the site of a bloodbath. 8 dead, most of the staff injured. A Isaac Freeman disappeared. All that staff can remember is a ?swirl of red.?

Thanks for reading, and please join!

[CENTER]"The End is very, [I]very[/I] Nigh."
[SIZE=1]- Reverend Smith of Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrows, New York, January 28th[/SIZE][/CENTER]

[Vicky]

[SIZE=1]Intersting... So very, interesting...

[B]Name:[/B] Kevin Riker, aka Lord Riker.

[B]Age:[/B] 30

[B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Description:[/B]
[url]http://s3.invisionfree.com/Underground_Vault/index.php?act=Attach&type=post&id=1894111[/url]
The man in the old-style clothing and the one with the sword.

[B]Insanity:[/B] Kevin thinks he is the rightful ruler of the Universe and believes that there is no other God than himself. His insanity is very, very deep. Kevin used to believe in a God, then decided that he WAS the God of everything. He has tried to convince people numerous times, yelling, talking, shouting and hitting at them to make them believe, even though he isn't really a God. He tries to bite and scratch everyone who calls him "Kevin" or just "Riker", and always wants to go by the name Lord Riker. He thinks he's a God because of the dreams he's had, and has also tried to convince people he's been to the future by telling them story-lines off old Sci-Fi shows, trying to make people believe those stories are true. When people don't believe him (which is all the time) he does become very emotional sometimes, going from a sobbing guy to a insane laughing man.

Due to the "I am the one Lord" thinking, Kevin doesn't care for mercy unless he wants too. He can sometimes be like a child, he gets what he wants or no body goes home.

[B]Personality:[/B] A very, very complex personality. Most of the time, Kevin is calm, but still happy. Most of the time, that is. Sometimes he came seem like he's on laughing gas, and sometimes you'd think he had just lost his family. Though he is mostly a calm man who likes to talk about his being "The one Lord" and a man who likes to ramble on about his future for everyone. Though if he doesn't get want he wants, he doesn't like it. Kevin isn't afraid to be rough or tough with anyone, and he isn't afraid to hurt people. He would rather injure someone mentally with his power than anything else.

Anyone who says he's insane, Kevin reacts with a dose of "evidence" and a speech about what he can do and what he wants. A lot of people have learned not to call Kevin mad or insane if they don't want to go home with a headache, or if they want to get home.

The one thing Kevin can be is very, very annoying.

[B]Power:[/B] - Divinomance.
Kevin is a telepath. Though he can't make people do things easily, he can in fact make them do things with a hard try. He can read minds and impant false memories into someone's mind by touching their face. He can lift some objects, but Kevin would rather "play" with people's mind. He can inflict false pain and is very, very good at annoying people by talking to them non-stop through his thoughts. This is good for most enemies who come up against Kevin because his telepathic abilities are such an annoyance it can make the insane go sane, or the sane go insane if he tried hard enough to talk to them non-stop.

[B]Biography:[/B] Kevin has and always will be insane. He has been in a mental home from the age of 15 because of his insanity of trying to murder his family. Though in the room of white Kevin became more and more insane. He was for a long time a happy kid, and loved colours. He didn't know what made him try to kill his family, but he wanted to convience people he wasn't mad anymore. The absence of colours made his mind twitch day after day, but the more he tried convincing the more insane he knew of himself. This is how Kevin became so annoying in trying to convince people, because no one believed. Kevin had convinced himself after that, that the only reason he was locked up because he was a God, and they were all afraid.

Because of his isolation, Kevin abandoned his belief in "God", and renamed himself Lord Riker. When few visitors refused to call him "Lord", he began to get violent and once bit someone who used to be his friend on the next, then killed them.

After that he remember being pinned to the ground, screaming at them to bow down at his feet and call him Lord for that was what he was. He remember getting loose from his vest and scratching the blurred faces that held him down, but he couldn't get up. They had pushed down on his chest violently and wouldn't let him up. Kevin knew he was going to die, but he knew he would rise again because he was a God. When he was knocked out, Kevin thought he was dead, and spent a long day dreaming of the future:

Alien wars on dead cities which used to be earth, starships flying overhead, and Kevin leading a war against some sort of aliens was what he dreamt. He awoke thinking he could time travel in his dreams, and every night he went to sleep wondering where he would go next. Once he went to the past, and found himself happy at the timeline he thought he had been too. He later became more "old school" than normal, but still wanted respect for anyone who dared come near him. Kevin then began to have a mixed up personality, going from a insane laugh to a sobbing cry in seconds, then anger, then hope. He would even bang his head on the walls for amusement.

Kevin grew much insaner all the time, but the more insane he became the more normal he began to look. He supressed his emotional outbursts for awhile, but then he found it... he found their minds, the other world... He wanted out and he wanted it now. When someone entered his room, Kevin attacked them. He managed to get loose again and clamped his hands over their face, turning them insane like him, making them laugh and laugh until they couldn't stand it. He continued to do this with the others until he was outside, to reclaim a world that was his. Now the mental home had about 30 new inmates, the people who used to work there...

Upon becoming free, Kevin found some new clothing from his favourite timeline and then began to rule his world as the God he (thinks) he is.[/SIZE]

[Toorima]

Gosh, your a good writer, heres my info:


Name: Irvine Drake

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Description: Has long blonde hair in a ponytailat back of head, with two locks of hair
hanging down over his high cheek bones. Irvine wheres baggy jeans with a shin-length trenchcoat that is open to where you can see his chest. He has the color of skin that is...kind of a dark tan.

Power: Kinetimancer (Has telikinetic powers, which means of course that he can move things with his mind)

Insanity: If he uses his power to much he gets taken over by this "inner-satan." Also
He has these seizures in which he can't control his powers, and things fly around aimlessly.

Personality: Usually a loner and talks very little. Hard to understand sometimes because he has never really thought "inside-the-box." He doesn't talk because he doesn't have to, it's just that he doesn't have the time. He is too caught up in his deep philosophical thoughts.

Biography: Footsteps echoed through the dark alley. Irvine's footsteps. He thought he was alone, but then he sensed them, three of them. He quickly turned around... there was nothing there. Maybe he was just imagining things. Maybe...maybe not.
He kept walking...then he heard it. A sound, sort of a whistling noise. He turned around again, this time it was just in time to see a dagger in front of his left eye. It was airborne...until he stopped it. The dagger fell to the ground. Next two men came running toward him. He used his power to lift them up. One screamed in terror, the other gawked in disbelief. He made them collide in a seemingly impossible way. He shoved one of the mens heads into the others chest repetitively. Finally the mans chest cavity caved in and the first mans head went straight through the others body. Then he shoved first mans foot down his throat. They were both dead of course...and then the third one came. He was a muscular man, but that didn't matter. Irvine decided that he would have a little fun with this one. He lifted him, and then brought him out of the alley. He was at a dead end street next to an abandoned hardware store. He got nails from the store and he nailed his skin to a wall.
"YOU SICK ****!" the man screamed.
"This is what you get," said a deep satanical voice, that wasn't his own. Then slowly the man started to slowly turn inside out, until he was a giant bloody mass. And then it happened. People walked toward him. He noticed objects all around him. They flew. People flew. every thing flew. And then every thing was destruction. Another mess made by Irvine Drake.

[O-Ushi]

Alright, everyone looks good so far. Hopefully we'll get a few more people and then I'll start the RP.

[Cambrian_Explosion]

Name: Adrian Woods, a.k.a. the Devil, Satan, etc.

Age: 50

Gender: Male

Description: Adrian is about six feet tall and thin. He has good muscular definition, but isn't built up like California's governor. He usually dresses in black highlighted with bright red (like a black jacket with red streaks down the arms and sides). He has a long, clean face, emphasized by the fact that he is completely bald, has no eyebrows or eyelashes, and has pale, blemishless skin (no moles, birthmarks, tatoos, etc.). His lips are pale, the nose is straight and thin, the cheekbones high, and he has those [I]eyes[/I]. The eyes look ordinary enough, pupils, hazel irises, and the white surrounding them. However, those eyes make people cross the street, or change seats on the bus to put some distance between you and him. Look into them, and you recoil, flinch, a reaction as automatic as snatching your had from a hot stove. For his eyes are those of someone who has diverged from the general human race, who is outside of society. Adrian Wood's eyes belong to someone who has caused someone unbearable agony, and laughed. In public, he often puts on dark sunglasses, but still he radiates a sense of quiet menace.

Insanity: Adrian Woods, as evidenced by his choice of names, believes that his body is inhabitted by the Devil, and the Devil has full control. Because of this, if he hears the words "pity" or "mercy," he reaches for an unabridged dictionary - so he can set it on fire and insert it up your ***. He knows what the words mean, he just doesn't buy into that line of reasoning. He prefers deliberately causing pain for the pure joy that comes with it (yeah, he's a sadist). He's also a serious ecclestialphobe (sp?) (he's afraid of churches). If he sees one, he completely breaks down, loses his powers, and sobs uncontrolably until he can drag himself away from it.

Personality: This is definitely someone to avoid. Adrian isn't big on making friends, and if he does make a friend it's out of his own self-interest, not out of a need for human or mancer contact. He has a macabre sense of humor, often making jokes as he does what he likes best. He's usually in a good mood, sometimes smiles and jokes around, sometimes gets philisophical, but since everyone can pick up on the evil of his presence, it just makes him that much scarier.

Power: Shadowmancer. Adrian has the power to animate, change, and materialize shadow, turning it into whatever he wants, and to control the forms he creates. He can create weapons, furniture, anything. His own shadow, from the extended contact between himself and the shadow, has become more of a familiar than a shadow. Adrian also has the power to move from one location to another instantly by "jumping" through one shadow to another. He may not really be the Devil, but he is [I]a[/I] Prince of Darkness.

Biography: Racing through darkness, headlights cutting a swath of light on the road ahead. Up a hill, cranking up the speed just for the hell of it, damn I'm acting just like a teenager. Crest of the hill... DEER! Swerve, fishtail, THAT GUY DOESN'T HAVE HIS HEADLIGHTS [B]WHAM[/B]!!!!!!

Blackness, total and complete. Unconcious? Would I ask that question if I was? Floating through eternity, yet over in a fraction of a second. I wake. I didn't want to. Because in that too long yet too short space of time, I saw the Truth, just like the others. And just like the others, I changed that day. The Devil saw me, and became part of me. Most of me actually. And damn we have a great time together.