Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2013 0:11:12 GMT -8
Name:
Lemm Gazu
Gender:
Male
Race:
Acrinian
Age:
56 Revolutions
Occupation:
Mechanic/Engineer/AI Programmer
Appearance:
Lemm stands 6'4” and weighs in at around 200 pounds of muscle though he is far from being bulky, just naturally toned and tight. He is an average looking Acrinian, in terms of facial features giving him the ability to blend into a large crowd if the need ever arises. His eyes are a deep purple complemented by his jet black hair that is cut short enough that it no longer curls. Several of his long sharp teeth have been replaced with an alloy from a fight, he also carries a large scar across his face puckering his translucent skin. He usually wears a thick white lab coat to cover the rest of his body, the white gloves he wears are chemical and flame resistant. His black leather steel toed boots are specially treated to resist flame, chemical, and are slip resistant; round out the outfit. He wears a small worthless ring on his left hand which holds special value to him.
Personality:
Lemm has a very stoic and introverted personality, preferring simple body language rather than speaking. When prompted to speak, he does so in a very concise manner. Always speaking in a monotone and displaying a dispassionate expression. He thinks very rationally, and finds it difficult to communicate with normal people due to his intelligence and lack of empathy. Despite his reserved manner, he is reliable and trustworthy and if you are family he is extremely loving and caring. He has learned to keep his nature of emotional outbursts under the surface , as must races tend to dislike such strong outbursts. So despite his outward demeanor he might be a raging storm of emotions until he can no longer contain them or in times of extreme emotional crisis. When his emotion do actually surface they are even more explosive than usual and are almost always violent and dangerous.
Abilities:
Mechanical Savant: Not only book smart on machines he has the unique ability to merely look at technology, no matter how different or new and know its function and how it fits into a culture. This makes him invaluable when studying any form of technology.
Advanced Engineering Degree: He has several advanced degrees in the field of engineering, and has written numerous papers on the structure, weak points, and anatomy of a countless number of machines.
Advanced Programing Degree: He also has a number of advanced degrees in programming with a focus on AI programing both single core and swarm AI.
History:
He was born to two parents of the laborer class on the home planet of Acrinia, so in societies eyes he was destined to do no better. He spent most of his childhood under the watchful eye of his mother as his father fixed the drones that worked the dangerous and hard jobs such as farming and mining. He grew accustomed early to the smell of rusty metal and oil, as his father would bring work home with him most days despite his mother's displeasure at such things. By his late childhood and early adolescent years he accompanied his dad every day he wasn't in school to the workshop and helped repair the drones. It was here he learned how to focus his innate gift with machines by watching his father, who happily cultivated his son's gift.
In school he always received top marks even going so far as out perform his teachers, much to the dismay of the class. It was because of one such acted a group of kids cornered him and left him for dead giving him his scar and knocking out several of his teeth. Though all this did was fuel his passion so he could one day have the final laugh, and that day finally came. He graduated from primary school at the age of fourteen and then followed it up by finishing with two PHD's in Engineering and Programming in eight years. He even got a research grant to work at a large corporation that supplied the very drones his father worked on.
His adult wears were spent in lab room after lab room, behind any number of computer screens. He worked nearly night and day on new algorithms for AI technology as well as blueprints to enhance the physical shell of those AI. His work also put him in to contact with every other race, which allowed him to develop his stoic nature as to not upset the other races he worked with. Even though he had surpassed his parents and societies expectations he still had close ties to his roots sending extra currency to his parents and even working in his dad's workshop on occasion.
Roleplaying Sample:
(…. Oh goodness here we go.)
Deep under the ground of this wretched planet, under the busy cities, lively people, and the turmoil and strife of the living there was a much less lively place where the ruler of the dead lived forsaking all the religions that the living revered. The endless streams of catacombs ran throughout this place and all came to a single point which appeared to be a study of some sort, bookshelves lined the walls packed to the brim with every sort of book, a table sat in the corner covered with papers and a long forgotten pen sat on top of a pile containing at least three hundred pages. The abomination sat on a stool on the other side of this room casually browsing through a thick black and cobweb infested book. His build was of a slight sort and he appeared to be no taller than 5’5”. The creature’s black cloak with red trim sprawled across the ground, the ‘thing’ looks up from the book a pale and sunken face can be seen up until the right half where the skin had disappeared leaving only it’s skull. His left eye is pure white while his right was lavender but it was made from glass since he had lost it during the time span of four thousand years. His stringy hair which was about to the middle of his back was pure white except in some places where the black from when he did live remained.
Deland turns the page of the book. The torches that are scattered around the room provide a small amount of light which catches on the blood rubies on his gauntlets while the rest of the light is absorbed into the pitch blackness that the metal created. His Phylactery was an amulet with a black diamond embedded in it. It sat around his neck and swung slightly whenever he would move. Unlike other gems the diamond caught no light instead diffused it into nothingness as though the soul in it ate the light.
Deland sighs and glances at the ornate chest that sat on the table the pictures of souls rending the living world pleased him very much. He shook his head sadly as he thought back on why he became what he is, a Lich, an abomination of every religion that he knew of. If only he had this book sooner for it contained one of the lessons he should have learned beforehand ‘Nothing can be brought back to the realm of the living unless something else leaves the realm of the living.’
Deland lays his head in his hands and sobs for a while. He had only wished he could have brought back his love but it was for not because even then she wouldn’t be herself just a creature under his control. He raises his head and wipes the tears from his face. He has had enough of his emotions so with a smile he shields himself from his emotions again, the time for crying was through. Only the future remained and no matter how bleak; he would survive he was immortal in a sense anyway. His body could be mangled and torn but as long as his Phylactery remained intact he could just possess someone else’s corpse and take it as his own.
Deland’s eyes then jump to his staff which is leaning against the corner near the back of the room. It stood almost five inches taller than him and the onyx that sat on top held there by what seemed to be roots gave off an eerie purple glow. He stands up which really wasn’t standing since he always glided above the ground. This was one of the main abilities that came so innate to him that it could be used all the time. He glides over the ground to the table and he tosses the book down where it slides the pages turning until it comes to a stop at the edge of the table. He glances at the page and it was turned to a picture of a skeletal creature in the form of a scorpion. This immediately caught his attention.
He picks up the book again intrigued greatly by the picture. The thing was apparently called the Demon Aeon and was a creature with vast and immeasurable power before it was sealed by the nations long ago to keep it from crushing everything. He smiled for he knew that most legends proved true at least those he had heard of whether this one would be the same was the question.
Deland continues to skim the large book; apparently a ritual would be needed to bring it back to its past state and the people who brought the ‘key’ and performed the ritual would have control of the creature. He examined what all he would need but only one thing was missing a blessing of a god or goddess. Still it was worth a look, he turns the page which bears a map with the beasts resting place marked along with the map of the inside of the labyrinth which appeared to be nothing more than a jumbled mess of winding tunnels. He rips the page from the book and grabs his staff as a loud crash was heard somewhere in the tunnels.
Deland quickly grabs the death mask from atop one of the many bookshelves. The mask appeared like one of the theatrical faces but only with a look of horror on it. He places it over his face and grabs his staff as he glides towards the source of the sound. He slides along the catacombs wall until he comes to a corner and carefully sticks his head around the corner to observe two would-be thieves as they dust themselves off from the fall. Both are dressed in black but one standing nearly was a foot taller than the other.
The tall one speaks in a low rasp voice “Great going probably woke everyone in the city up with that crash… But did you see the carnage of the train tracks nothing but blood and body parts; I mean I only saw one whole body left. But anyways it’s time to go ‘shopping’ and see if any of these old wankers have any goods.”
Deland smirks under the mask they were nothing but simple tomb robbers but they could still prove a problem if they saw him and lived to tell. So it was best just to remove them. As they turn their backs and start going away from him, he quickly glides after them removing one of his many acupuncture needles which measured about 6 inches each. He then grabs the short one’s shoulder and stabs the needle deep into the pressure point on his neck killing him instantly.
The tall one whirls when he hears his friend’s body hit the ground. The man immediately draws his rapier and thrusts at Deland, Deland takes the sword straight through the neck and he walks towards the thief, he could feel the blade of the weapon going in and coming back out on the other side. He had little to no nerve endings left so it could have tickled for all he cared. The man was frightened now and pulls out his small fencing dagger and slashes at Deland’s mask hoping he would slash the horror that was Deland. The lich simply moves his head dodging the slash. He then grabs the man’s hand that held the rapier and pulled up. The bones of the wrist can be heard breaking as he removes the man’s hand from his arm. Blood spurts out from the man’s forearm across Deland’s death mask. The man stumbles back screaming at the top of his lungs and he trips and scuttles into the corner. Terrified sobs can be heard among the screaming. Deland simply removes the sword from his neck and tosses it to the ground, he then glides to the man and jabs his staff down piercing the tomb robber’s leg. Deland smiles with immeasurable amounts of pleasure as the thief screams, sobs, and begs for his life.
Deland leans down next to the tomb robber and grabs his other hand; he then lifts his mask revealing his face to the man. He then runs his tongue across the man’s hand then sinks his teeth in it. He then jerks his head ripping fingers and half of the hand off it spews more blood across his face. The warmth of the blood feels good against the inside of his cheeks and his tongue. He sucks deeply on the hand draining it of all the blood then spits it out and watches as it rolls on the ground.
“Thou shalt be honored no one has ever seen mine face. Thou are the first, though thou wilt not be able to tell anyone how much thoust were honored. Look unto thyself for the answers to a problem. But, if thou truely seekest an answer for all problems it may be found looking unto me. The Hand of Death and Undeath awaits thee to serve him in thoust unlife. The Hand is mine...”
With that Deland stands and turns as if to leave removing his staff from the thief’s leg. Then he suddenly whirls stabbing the man in the neck with his staff. Deland giggles as the eyes of the man bulge. He then removes his staff and turns away heading back to his study. On the way he twirls his finger causing thousands of insects to raise then ransack the robber’s body biting and stinging, by the time he turns at the end of the hall the man was nothing but a mass of flesh oozing puss and blood.
He turns the corner and continues back to his study where he grabs the herbs that the book said would be needed along with the blood-red powder it called for He then stuffs it all in the pockets of his robe and grabs the ornate chest and places it in its special pocket. Deland glided out to where the thieves had entered. He removes the map from the book and compared it to the one of the general area. He smiled seeing that it was a short distance from the wretched outskirts of the city where he was at. He glances at the other robber’s corpse and channels a small amount of energy into it, the corpse raises and bows. He may need some pawns to get what he wants.
Deland emerges on the outskirts of the city, the midday sun hurt his eyes but he allows them time to adjust. He looks around at the lush plants that thrived in this humid heat and gazes up to the sky which because of the sun was blood-red constantly. Pulling himself up he waits for his servant to emerge as well then slides the trap door back into place. He did not wish to be discovered and have all his wonderful research burned.
Slightly to the East he saw what the tall man has spoken of, Deland quickly glides to the tracks examining this person’s handwork. It was a masterpiece in his mind the blood was strewn everywhere. It was just like when an army breaks into another one’s keep… a complete and one-sided massacre. He looks over the sea of blood but is unable to find the one body in which the other had spoken of and apparently his servant was a mute.
Deland places his death mask over his face again and continues forth to the East as the map had directed. He and his servant continue to go this way until they come to a large cliff. From here they started to track south. By the time the sun had started to set the labyrinth was becoming visible. So this is what he was looking for, he vaguely wondered how he would get in without the ‘key’ the book said he would need. He had forgotten to try to find out more information on the so-called ‘key’ before dashing out on this adventure. Though he did not concern himself very much for he knew somehow, someway that the ‘key’ would arrive with an old but somewhat friendly old rival. This made Deland the Lich, an abomination to all the gods, smile with glee someone who he knew would be joining him again shortly in the future. He also did not concern himself about the need of a blessing from a goddess or god for in the same way he knew the ‘key’ was on its way, a person with every blessing from their goddess was on their way as well. This would prove to be a wonderful play if everything went right; one that Deland couldn’t wait to take part in.
I do not consider it an insult, but rather a compliment to be called an agnostic. I do not pretend to know where many ignorant men are sure that is all that agnosticism means. For every thousand who are sure there one that is not ignorant.
Codeword:
Aliens
Lemm Gazu
Gender:
Male
Race:
Acrinian
Age:
56 Revolutions
Occupation:
Mechanic/Engineer/AI Programmer
Appearance:
Lemm stands 6'4” and weighs in at around 200 pounds of muscle though he is far from being bulky, just naturally toned and tight. He is an average looking Acrinian, in terms of facial features giving him the ability to blend into a large crowd if the need ever arises. His eyes are a deep purple complemented by his jet black hair that is cut short enough that it no longer curls. Several of his long sharp teeth have been replaced with an alloy from a fight, he also carries a large scar across his face puckering his translucent skin. He usually wears a thick white lab coat to cover the rest of his body, the white gloves he wears are chemical and flame resistant. His black leather steel toed boots are specially treated to resist flame, chemical, and are slip resistant; round out the outfit. He wears a small worthless ring on his left hand which holds special value to him.
Personality:
Lemm has a very stoic and introverted personality, preferring simple body language rather than speaking. When prompted to speak, he does so in a very concise manner. Always speaking in a monotone and displaying a dispassionate expression. He thinks very rationally, and finds it difficult to communicate with normal people due to his intelligence and lack of empathy. Despite his reserved manner, he is reliable and trustworthy and if you are family he is extremely loving and caring. He has learned to keep his nature of emotional outbursts under the surface , as must races tend to dislike such strong outbursts. So despite his outward demeanor he might be a raging storm of emotions until he can no longer contain them or in times of extreme emotional crisis. When his emotion do actually surface they are even more explosive than usual and are almost always violent and dangerous.
Abilities:
Mechanical Savant: Not only book smart on machines he has the unique ability to merely look at technology, no matter how different or new and know its function and how it fits into a culture. This makes him invaluable when studying any form of technology.
Advanced Engineering Degree: He has several advanced degrees in the field of engineering, and has written numerous papers on the structure, weak points, and anatomy of a countless number of machines.
Advanced Programing Degree: He also has a number of advanced degrees in programming with a focus on AI programing both single core and swarm AI.
History:
He was born to two parents of the laborer class on the home planet of Acrinia, so in societies eyes he was destined to do no better. He spent most of his childhood under the watchful eye of his mother as his father fixed the drones that worked the dangerous and hard jobs such as farming and mining. He grew accustomed early to the smell of rusty metal and oil, as his father would bring work home with him most days despite his mother's displeasure at such things. By his late childhood and early adolescent years he accompanied his dad every day he wasn't in school to the workshop and helped repair the drones. It was here he learned how to focus his innate gift with machines by watching his father, who happily cultivated his son's gift.
In school he always received top marks even going so far as out perform his teachers, much to the dismay of the class. It was because of one such acted a group of kids cornered him and left him for dead giving him his scar and knocking out several of his teeth. Though all this did was fuel his passion so he could one day have the final laugh, and that day finally came. He graduated from primary school at the age of fourteen and then followed it up by finishing with two PHD's in Engineering and Programming in eight years. He even got a research grant to work at a large corporation that supplied the very drones his father worked on.
His adult wears were spent in lab room after lab room, behind any number of computer screens. He worked nearly night and day on new algorithms for AI technology as well as blueprints to enhance the physical shell of those AI. His work also put him in to contact with every other race, which allowed him to develop his stoic nature as to not upset the other races he worked with. Even though he had surpassed his parents and societies expectations he still had close ties to his roots sending extra currency to his parents and even working in his dad's workshop on occasion.
Roleplaying Sample:
(…. Oh goodness here we go.)
Deep under the ground of this wretched planet, under the busy cities, lively people, and the turmoil and strife of the living there was a much less lively place where the ruler of the dead lived forsaking all the religions that the living revered. The endless streams of catacombs ran throughout this place and all came to a single point which appeared to be a study of some sort, bookshelves lined the walls packed to the brim with every sort of book, a table sat in the corner covered with papers and a long forgotten pen sat on top of a pile containing at least three hundred pages. The abomination sat on a stool on the other side of this room casually browsing through a thick black and cobweb infested book. His build was of a slight sort and he appeared to be no taller than 5’5”. The creature’s black cloak with red trim sprawled across the ground, the ‘thing’ looks up from the book a pale and sunken face can be seen up until the right half where the skin had disappeared leaving only it’s skull. His left eye is pure white while his right was lavender but it was made from glass since he had lost it during the time span of four thousand years. His stringy hair which was about to the middle of his back was pure white except in some places where the black from when he did live remained.
Deland turns the page of the book. The torches that are scattered around the room provide a small amount of light which catches on the blood rubies on his gauntlets while the rest of the light is absorbed into the pitch blackness that the metal created. His Phylactery was an amulet with a black diamond embedded in it. It sat around his neck and swung slightly whenever he would move. Unlike other gems the diamond caught no light instead diffused it into nothingness as though the soul in it ate the light.
Deland sighs and glances at the ornate chest that sat on the table the pictures of souls rending the living world pleased him very much. He shook his head sadly as he thought back on why he became what he is, a Lich, an abomination of every religion that he knew of. If only he had this book sooner for it contained one of the lessons he should have learned beforehand ‘Nothing can be brought back to the realm of the living unless something else leaves the realm of the living.’
Deland lays his head in his hands and sobs for a while. He had only wished he could have brought back his love but it was for not because even then she wouldn’t be herself just a creature under his control. He raises his head and wipes the tears from his face. He has had enough of his emotions so with a smile he shields himself from his emotions again, the time for crying was through. Only the future remained and no matter how bleak; he would survive he was immortal in a sense anyway. His body could be mangled and torn but as long as his Phylactery remained intact he could just possess someone else’s corpse and take it as his own.
Deland’s eyes then jump to his staff which is leaning against the corner near the back of the room. It stood almost five inches taller than him and the onyx that sat on top held there by what seemed to be roots gave off an eerie purple glow. He stands up which really wasn’t standing since he always glided above the ground. This was one of the main abilities that came so innate to him that it could be used all the time. He glides over the ground to the table and he tosses the book down where it slides the pages turning until it comes to a stop at the edge of the table. He glances at the page and it was turned to a picture of a skeletal creature in the form of a scorpion. This immediately caught his attention.
He picks up the book again intrigued greatly by the picture. The thing was apparently called the Demon Aeon and was a creature with vast and immeasurable power before it was sealed by the nations long ago to keep it from crushing everything. He smiled for he knew that most legends proved true at least those he had heard of whether this one would be the same was the question.
Deland continues to skim the large book; apparently a ritual would be needed to bring it back to its past state and the people who brought the ‘key’ and performed the ritual would have control of the creature. He examined what all he would need but only one thing was missing a blessing of a god or goddess. Still it was worth a look, he turns the page which bears a map with the beasts resting place marked along with the map of the inside of the labyrinth which appeared to be nothing more than a jumbled mess of winding tunnels. He rips the page from the book and grabs his staff as a loud crash was heard somewhere in the tunnels.
Deland quickly grabs the death mask from atop one of the many bookshelves. The mask appeared like one of the theatrical faces but only with a look of horror on it. He places it over his face and grabs his staff as he glides towards the source of the sound. He slides along the catacombs wall until he comes to a corner and carefully sticks his head around the corner to observe two would-be thieves as they dust themselves off from the fall. Both are dressed in black but one standing nearly was a foot taller than the other.
The tall one speaks in a low rasp voice “Great going probably woke everyone in the city up with that crash… But did you see the carnage of the train tracks nothing but blood and body parts; I mean I only saw one whole body left. But anyways it’s time to go ‘shopping’ and see if any of these old wankers have any goods.”
Deland smirks under the mask they were nothing but simple tomb robbers but they could still prove a problem if they saw him and lived to tell. So it was best just to remove them. As they turn their backs and start going away from him, he quickly glides after them removing one of his many acupuncture needles which measured about 6 inches each. He then grabs the short one’s shoulder and stabs the needle deep into the pressure point on his neck killing him instantly.
The tall one whirls when he hears his friend’s body hit the ground. The man immediately draws his rapier and thrusts at Deland, Deland takes the sword straight through the neck and he walks towards the thief, he could feel the blade of the weapon going in and coming back out on the other side. He had little to no nerve endings left so it could have tickled for all he cared. The man was frightened now and pulls out his small fencing dagger and slashes at Deland’s mask hoping he would slash the horror that was Deland. The lich simply moves his head dodging the slash. He then grabs the man’s hand that held the rapier and pulled up. The bones of the wrist can be heard breaking as he removes the man’s hand from his arm. Blood spurts out from the man’s forearm across Deland’s death mask. The man stumbles back screaming at the top of his lungs and he trips and scuttles into the corner. Terrified sobs can be heard among the screaming. Deland simply removes the sword from his neck and tosses it to the ground, he then glides to the man and jabs his staff down piercing the tomb robber’s leg. Deland smiles with immeasurable amounts of pleasure as the thief screams, sobs, and begs for his life.
Deland leans down next to the tomb robber and grabs his other hand; he then lifts his mask revealing his face to the man. He then runs his tongue across the man’s hand then sinks his teeth in it. He then jerks his head ripping fingers and half of the hand off it spews more blood across his face. The warmth of the blood feels good against the inside of his cheeks and his tongue. He sucks deeply on the hand draining it of all the blood then spits it out and watches as it rolls on the ground.
“Thou shalt be honored no one has ever seen mine face. Thou are the first, though thou wilt not be able to tell anyone how much thoust were honored. Look unto thyself for the answers to a problem. But, if thou truely seekest an answer for all problems it may be found looking unto me. The Hand of Death and Undeath awaits thee to serve him in thoust unlife. The Hand is mine...”
With that Deland stands and turns as if to leave removing his staff from the thief’s leg. Then he suddenly whirls stabbing the man in the neck with his staff. Deland giggles as the eyes of the man bulge. He then removes his staff and turns away heading back to his study. On the way he twirls his finger causing thousands of insects to raise then ransack the robber’s body biting and stinging, by the time he turns at the end of the hall the man was nothing but a mass of flesh oozing puss and blood.
He turns the corner and continues back to his study where he grabs the herbs that the book said would be needed along with the blood-red powder it called for He then stuffs it all in the pockets of his robe and grabs the ornate chest and places it in its special pocket. Deland glided out to where the thieves had entered. He removes the map from the book and compared it to the one of the general area. He smiled seeing that it was a short distance from the wretched outskirts of the city where he was at. He glances at the other robber’s corpse and channels a small amount of energy into it, the corpse raises and bows. He may need some pawns to get what he wants.
Deland emerges on the outskirts of the city, the midday sun hurt his eyes but he allows them time to adjust. He looks around at the lush plants that thrived in this humid heat and gazes up to the sky which because of the sun was blood-red constantly. Pulling himself up he waits for his servant to emerge as well then slides the trap door back into place. He did not wish to be discovered and have all his wonderful research burned.
Slightly to the East he saw what the tall man has spoken of, Deland quickly glides to the tracks examining this person’s handwork. It was a masterpiece in his mind the blood was strewn everywhere. It was just like when an army breaks into another one’s keep… a complete and one-sided massacre. He looks over the sea of blood but is unable to find the one body in which the other had spoken of and apparently his servant was a mute.
Deland places his death mask over his face again and continues forth to the East as the map had directed. He and his servant continue to go this way until they come to a large cliff. From here they started to track south. By the time the sun had started to set the labyrinth was becoming visible. So this is what he was looking for, he vaguely wondered how he would get in without the ‘key’ the book said he would need. He had forgotten to try to find out more information on the so-called ‘key’ before dashing out on this adventure. Though he did not concern himself very much for he knew somehow, someway that the ‘key’ would arrive with an old but somewhat friendly old rival. This made Deland the Lich, an abomination to all the gods, smile with glee someone who he knew would be joining him again shortly in the future. He also did not concern himself about the need of a blessing from a goddess or god for in the same way he knew the ‘key’ was on its way, a person with every blessing from their goddess was on their way as well. This would prove to be a wonderful play if everything went right; one that Deland couldn’t wait to take part in.
I do not consider it an insult, but rather a compliment to be called an agnostic. I do not pretend to know where many ignorant men are sure that is all that agnosticism means. For every thousand who are sure there one that is not ignorant.
Codeword:
Aliens
