RPC – Reficul “Ref” Mason.

Reficul “Ref” Mason.

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Quote: “As bad as you may think I am, as far as you think I’m willing to go to protect that which I hold most dear, you can’t possibly fathom how deep that well of mine truly goes.” 

Name:Reficul “Ref” Mason 

Age: Appears 49 human years 

Race:Dark Warlock 

Relationship:Biological daughter – Tessa Monroe 

Gender:Male 

Sexuality:Straight 

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Personality: Reficul, or better known as the man in the hat, is a shady character, that had been something of a mystery to those that lived in the cosy town where Mariela’s parents raised their family. Ref seems to live in the future, thinking through the consequence of every action. He plans; he executes the plan. This is the essence of a rational temperament. He’s also a master of building connections and networks, which he does with ease.
It’s no doubt that he’s a thinker, since he lacks any displayed emotion and is capable of killing without any remorse, to the point where he seems like a sociopath. That simply can’t be a feeler. He coldly calculates his way through every challenge.

His organized appearance and well-compartmentalized lifestyle seem to suggest this. Ref’s planning is of a very organized nature, so it seems like he’d be judging.

He has a crazy story for everything and a contact in every nook and cranny. Whenever he needs information or expertise, he seems to have a large well of contacts and acquaintances in the criminal world. This is an Extrovert thing – Introverts tend to be solo acts, or at least have smaller, closer networks, whereas Reficul is a criminal social butterfly, a networking expert.

Ref shows a personality through his leadership, planning skills, and desire for control. He rules his little criminal world and he makes the FBI and police join in his dance. He can blend into or insinuate himself into any situation: he just shows up at someone’s house at one point, and ten minutes later is sitting down for dinner with his enemy’s wife, who seemed to find him quite likeable. Ref has a desire and ability “to harness people or demons as he chooses and to directs them to achieve distant goals” – this is exactly what Ref does.

Using a time piece that had been handed down from his ancestors that fought the dreaded Ramoska witch clan of Europe, he has been able to chose his time to make the move from the World of reality towards that of Hell – where he soon learns that his biological daughter; Tessa currently is.

The story of how he came to be Tessa’s father, which to this day is unknown to her, was from a premonition of the rise of a member of Ramoska’s modern day relations. Finding a way to impregnate an innocent woman, whose husband had no love for the supernatural, he was able to seduce and impregnate her with a child that would go on to become Mariela’s best friend and confidant.

Through his connections with the underworld, the mafia crime syndicates as well as the FBI, he was easily able to keep tabs on Tessa and her friend, Mariela till the time of the fatal fire. A fire that to this day was done by someone other than Ref. 

Status:Dark Warlock. 

Partner in crime to be:Lydia 

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Weapon(s):His razor sharp mind, intuition, Shadow mist, Warlock fire.
• Fire arms, such as a revolver or semi automatic rifle. 

Powers: Warlocks are mortal men who practise dark magic, and are masters of the dark arts and excel in using dark curses and spells. They fire warlock fire and can cast shadow mist. Unlike most witches, Warlocks are completely and utterly evil. Dominance over all things is their aim. Warlocks are vicious spell casters and can summon demonic minions to fight alongside them. Many demons join the Warlocks ranks to help them wreak havoc. Such as Lydia. Warlocks are great casters of painful spells, their most common spell is one that slowly eats away at the life of their enemies. While they are mortal, they can bend the will of their demonic charges to protect them from attacks.
• A dark Warlock, such as Ref is one of the highest ranked. They are soul collectors who are most evil and the most powerful. They can conjure more dark magic than ordinary warlocks and are skilled in necromancy. Above all they can accumulate the unique, pure energy of the mortal souls of those they kill. Dark magic is like a disease that leaves glowing green mark like tattoos on their skin. Ref’s skin beneath his perfect suits is covered in them.
• Shadow mist is a dark warlock’s most precious form of dark magic and one that only they can conjure. It is a glowing green mist that can steal the souls of mortals, and it is the dark magic of the worst kind. Warlock fire is the most common weapon. It resembles green liquid fire and can be conjured to throw balls of it at their enemies. It can burn straight through solid rock.

Weaknesses:His love for Tessa. 

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RPC – Lucifer.

Name : Lucifer
Title : King of Demons

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Quote : “You know why God cast me down? Because I loved Him. More than anything. And then, God created…you. The little… hairless apes. And then He asked all of us to bow down before you—to love you more than Him. And I said, “Father, I can’t.” I said, “These human beings are flawed, murderous.” And for that, God had Michael cast me into Hell. Now, tell me, does the punishment fit the crime? Especially, when I was right? Look at what six billion of you have done to this thing. And how many of you blame me for it?”

Gender : Male
Age Appearance : 26 years (actual is thousands of years)
Hair : Black
Eyes : Black, but do turn red
Height : 5’10” in bipedal form
Weight : 69 Kilos
Forms : Can be in any form that he chooses
Skin tone : Dark

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Appearance traits :
– his hair turns entirely red
– he gains those claw-like nails
– pointy ears and canines, making him seem more animal like
– wings, as is expected
– physically he becomes stronger, faster and more agile, not limited to his human physique anymore

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Personality :

Lucifer was once the most beautiful angel in all of existence. God loved him best of all his brothers, even more than Michael. Lucifer was proud. When humanity was created, he was unwilling to accept its place in God’s favour (Gabriel described it as the favourite son resenting the new baby). And when God commanded all of Heaven to love his new children more than himself, Lucifer refused. Lucifer pleaded: “Father, I can’t. These humans are flawed. Murderous!” After persistent disobedience, Lucifer was cast out of Heaven.

This enraged Lucifer, and he struck back by taking a human woman, Lilith, and stripping her of her humanity, creating the first demon. This unforgivable affront led to his imprisonment in the Cage after a losing confrontation against his brother Michael. He remained there in isolation for millennia. His goal was to be free from his Cage, and to eradicate humanity, allowing him to restore Earth to its original untainted glory. It is suggested that he would also destroy demons, his own creations, because he considers them less worthy even than humans.

Lucifer claims that he never lies, because he does not have to. Lucifer shows concern for his fellow angels, though it is the archangels he loves most. He captures Castiel, and admires the lesser angel’s loyalty in refusing to reveal the presence of his friends. He invites Castiel to join him, and when Castiel refuses, Lucifer respects his decision. Lucifer is remorseful when forced to kill Gabriel, and disappointed when Michael berates him. When preparing to fight his older sibling in their pre-destined battle, Lucifer pleads with Michael to “walk off the chessboard,” but Michael is determined to fulfil his destiny and serve God. Even so, when Castiel molotovs Michael with holy oil, Lucifer is outraged by the attack on his brother and obliterates Castiel.

Gabriel criticizes Lucifer, describing his actions as “one big temper tantrum.” Death make similar observations, dismissing Lucifer as a “petulant child with daddy issues.” Nonetheless, Lucifer sees himself as a tragic figure who was punished for being right, dismissing humanity as a defective and savage race even as Gabriel argues that he prefers humanity because they at least try to do better. He refuses to accept any blame for his actions, which as Michael observes, is nothing new, and suggests that God intentionally made Lucifer a devil.
Lucifer can be highly cruel and barbarous to those who get in his way. Despite claiming to be the victim, Lucifer has absolutely no qualms about killing anyone or anything that gets in his way.

Powers and weaknesses :

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 Teleport himself and others.
 Overpower primordial beings like pagan gods and all lower-classed angels.
 He had the power to make Castiel explode with a snap of his fingers.
 Manipulate weather. His presence on earth is signalled by massive tsunamis and tornadoes
 Perceive the true forms of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, as he demonstrated when he saw Death’s true form.
 Freeze objects. He freezes a window by breathing on it.
 Remain unaffected by time.
 Bind entities to his command by conducting a ritual, as he demonstrated with Death.

Weaknesses

 An archangel blade can kill Lucifer.
 Michael can kill Lucifer.
 If he has the weaknesses of other angels, he can also be confined by a circle of holy oil, and kept out by Enochian sigils. 

 

RPC – Rufus Tucker.

Name: Rufus Tucker
Age: 59
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Location: Prince William Forest Park.
Bio :  A rough and tumble kind of bloke, one that you most certainly don’t ever want to cross.  Formerly a US Marine, with over thirty five years of active service, he has since retired and has been living off the land in a kitted out RV.  Rufus has done more tours in countries that the US would rather not have the general population know about, he is something of a maverick.  Respected by his brothers at arms, but one that was not afraid, to tell the top brass where to shove it.  His survival skills out in the open are second to none.  A tracker as well as a skilled hunter, he has been able to adapt to civilian life, so long as it was as far away from the cities and towns.  On board his RV, he has enough weapons and arsenal to arm a small army.  It’s no secret that a few government agencies have him down on their lists, as a man that though loyal to his country, his mental stability was questioned towards the end of his term of service.  Seeing one too many horrors, does that to a man.
Background: Once a family man, his many tours caused him to become emotionally detached from his family, and thus he now walks this earth alone.  He is loyal only to those he serves with.  His motto – Win…or die.
Weapon(s): An automatic rifle, machete, a couple of home made grenades, and twin daggers he keeps in his boots.  Along with a bull whip, from a stint down under.
Skills: Extraordinary rifleman, tracker, and survivalist.
Other: Rufus can be considered a joker…but you have to wonder if the joke is on you.

RPC – Warrior Toyu – Fushigi Yuugi

Warrior Toyu – Fushigi Yuugi – Fandom.

 

Character Role: Senshi
Character Name: Toyu
Character Age: 26
Four God Representative: Seiryuu
Occupation: Celestial Warrior
Character symbol: Suboshi
Symbol Location: Right side of chest
Celestial Power: Psychokinetic
Celestial Artifact: Ring
Weapon of choice: Sword and razor edged whip
Elemental Affinity: Fire and Wind

Physical Appearance

  • 6’4″
  • Blonde hair, angular jaw line
  • Tanned complexion, Steel blue eyes
  • Broad shoulders, physically fit, toned physique.
  • Clothing is either full military dress, or armor complete with metal plate shoulder guards and helmet.

Personality: Merciless, Charismatic, Brooding, Highly intelligent, Decisive.

Biography: Born to the General of the Emperor, Toyu was groomed from a very young age to become one of his Father’s foot soldiers in the army, however due to his pretty boy looks, his father often thought that he was too feminine. His father blamed his Mother for this, and beat not only Toyu, but also his mother. He had treated both so badly behind closed doors, that Toyu hatched a plan very early on to get back at his father for all the violence and hate. Discovering by chance that his esteemed father had been sleeping with one of the Emperor’s favorites, Toyu set him up so that the pair would be caught and his father dragged before the Emperor as punishment. But it backfired, as the Emperor chose instead to take Toyu’s mother and then have her used by many of the officers, before having her killed – to truly insult Toyu’s father in front of all. Disgraced, his father returned to the family home, and this was when he took out all his anger and frustration on Toyu. Already Toyu felt the guilt that it was his actions that had led to his mother’s death – one that never had hurt a soul. In his anger and rage, Toyu killed his father with a terrible fire blast, the awakening of his dark powers. This was the start of long road of revenge and hatred – not only for the Emperor, his dead father’s spirit, but also himself. If one cannot love themselves, or forgive themselves….there is no chance of retribution.

Toyu’s looks and charm found him favor with many, and he was able to rise in the ranks as a warrior, but few ever spoke of his family’s dishonor. That was the last thing anyone ever wanted to do.

Life skills: Skilled in the art of swordsmanship, hand to hand combat, fully trained sorcerer, charismatic to the point of easily manipulating others

List of special techniques:
Name:
Fire Ball
Type: Ki
Element: Fire
Description: Fire ball like canon blasts that can be cast easily, especially when enraged.

List of special techniques:
Name:
Fire Aura
Type: Ki
Element: Fire
Description: Toyu can release and surround themselves in/with fire for defensive and/or offensive purposes, possibly becoming almost untouchable and granting them various abilities/attacks. The aura may also give Toyu enhanced physical capabilities such as speed, strength and durability.

 

RPC – Ernest Thomas Fauklner (New) WW2 RP.

Name: Ernest Thomas Faulkner

Age: 22 years

Academic Achievements: University Graduate of Cambridge – Studied Law for the past three years. Seven foundation subjects passed with honors: Constitutional Law, Criminal Law, Law of Tort, Law of Contract, Land Law, Law of Trusts (Equity), and Law of the European Union.

Note – Ernest also studied the theoretical and sociological aspects of law such as jurisprudence and parts of criminology.

Second single subject in association with law degree. Part of HSPS

Politics and International Relations

Ernest studies explore issues from human rights and democracy, to financial crisis and international conflict, as well as the nature of the political world between the European countries. This in future would give Ernest a better understanding of how the different governments operate and align themselves with others.

1937 : Spent a year in France during his undergraduate studies at an affiliated French university.

After graduation, he was chosen to become part of British Intelligence. (MI5) His time abroad and studies, as well as being verse in several languages, made him perfect for undercover operations in this dire time that faced the United Kingdom.

Sporting interests; Rugby union, Chess.

Parents: Lord Wilson (Deceased) and Lady Mary Faulkner

Date of Birth: 7th July, 1916

Place of Birth: Gainsborough, Lincolnshire.

Appearance: Approximately 5’9”, solid build, weighing around 196 pounds. Dark hair with brown eyes. Ernest has an olive complexion. He wears glasses for reading. Shoes size 10.  Always well dressed and neat appearance.

History; Born to Lord Wilson Faulkner and Lady Faulkner on the 7th of July, 1916. A dark time for the British Empire as the First World war was now in its second bloody year. Lord Wilson was already in service to fight (in the Somme) when Mary gave birth, to their only son. While he was a fine Commander and leader of his men, he witnessed events that would go on to haunt him till his death in 1924. Suicide was viewed in poor light by those of the society in which he was from, as they did not recognize at that era the affects of PTSD.

After his death, Lady Mary coddled her son, fearing of what would happen to the family name. A bright and studious child, he showed great potential in academics, and grew to be a fine strong lad, with a love of rugby, but also Chess. Yearning to learn more and do more for his country, he went on to Cambridge to learn not only law, which was an upstanding field to enter, but also had a taste for political science. He was determined not to let his Mother down.

When Ernest had graduated, he was more than aware of the dire situation in Europe, after completing his undergraduate course in France. This was a window to what was coming, and on his return, he sought to obtain a position in the Government, where his talents would be able to help the King and country. He…like his father, would come to see the worst of mankind in yet another World War.

RPC – Trisha Livingstone – The Masquerade.

Real Name : Trisha Livingstone

Gender : Female

Age : 18

Date of Birth : October 12th

Height : 5’8″

Mask Name : Rabbit

Appearance :

Personality : Not every girl wants to be the Prom Queen. Certainly not, Trisha. Bad mouth, Bad Attitude, she doesn’t suffer fools, or plays by society rules. A trouble maker from the early years, there isn’t nothing that she hasn’t tried. Cheated, stolen and lied. As well intentioned as her Aunts had been, there was no way they could keep her under control – save for locking her in the attic. Which she would probably enjoy. After all, that is where all the families historical pieces are kept. Steel grey eyes judge all that she sees, and if she doesn’t like you, don’t expect to be stabbed in the back. She’ll just slam that knife into your chest.

Lost Parents : Trisha’s mother died giving birth to her. Her father’s whereabouts and identity are unknown.

Hobbies : Drawing, with the desire to be a tattoo artist. Going to live concerts, and cruising with a close circle of friends that share her passions.

Skills : Burping the alphabet and piercing ears with a needle.

RPC – Giovanni “Jon” Bianchi – The Whisper of Death

Role play Character Sheet.

 

Name: Giovanni “Jon” Bianchi
Age: 18
Appearance: Dark haired with olive complexion, brown eyes – typical of Italian European background. 5’8” in height, weighing 160 lbs, muscular build, toned and athletic.
Grade (11-12): 12
Son of: Mafia Boss

Personality: Arrogant or aloof, does not suffer fools and loves to surround himself with the best looking girls in school. Has money; but has never had to work a day in his life. Disciplined with what would be considered tough love, he has a hard exterior that hides some dark family secrets. Family business connections brought him to this country.

RPC – Jason Marsh : Camp Haven.

Roleplay Character sheet – Casual

Name: Jason Marsh
Age : 26
Height : 6’2
Weight : 179
Eye color : Blue
Hair style : Brown hair (windswept and interesting)
Position at Camp : Pavilion Medical Personnel – Doctor. : Ph. Ds in genetics, biophysics, and psychology
Clothing : Dresses casually when not in surgery. Jeans and a cotton shirt, brown leather jacket. Boots suited to the terrain of the camp grounds. In surgery – blue scrubs.
Gifts : Telekinetic.
Backstory to be explained throughout the RP.

RPC – Sammy Logan : Seeking Echos.

Roleplay Character Sheet.

 

Name:Sammy Logan
Age: 15
Species: Human
Element: Wind/Air
Signatures: Aero-Telekinesis, Air Manipulation
Other Techniques: Enhanced Speed; due to using by reducing air resistance and utilizing pressurized air for propulsion.

Personality: Something of a loner, Sammy or “Sam” to those that she allows to get close to her, is a model student, who can usually be found out on the grounds as opposed to being cooped up in the library or dorm. Her affinity with the outdoors is due to when she came to understand and accept her ability or talent with the element of air. Sam is not the kind of girl to be the centre of attention, and keeps her thoughts to herself if there is a conversation going on. You could say that she has yet to find a kindred spirit amongst her peers. Sammy has trust issues that stem from her younger years, though if one were to break through, she would be a loyal and good friend.

Strengths:Her abilities to harness the weather by her use of controlling oxygen and nitrogen that is forced together by the earth’s own gravity, makes her a worthy and somewhat destructive opponent in any battle. Her understanding of her environment and the spot on timing of when the air density changes; allow her to maximize her power.

Weaknesses:Sammy is weakened by those that use the fire ability as it draws the oxygen from her environment. Those that use electricity against her can alter the molecules in the air with electrons, thus overwhelming her.
Appearance:

History: A girl with a mysterious past, who had changed schools many times in her youth. Few ever got to see the real Sammy, for she kept that hidden behind a nerdy facade. Her winter white hair was usually kept up in a tight ponytail that drew her hair back so tight that it made her look severe. With large black rimmed glasses, and wearing clothes that were often two sizes too big, she tried to be invisible to others and would often duck away outside with her favourite novel to a place out on the grounds where few would go. Preferring ravens as company than people, when she was hidden from view, she would release her hair from its confines and use her powers in secret – the only tell tale sign was when the leaves from the very trees above her were whipped up into great clouds before settling down to fall over her in a magical spectacle. The only time she smiled.

The Devil Walks Among Us – Part One : PD.

This is my introduction of Reficul into the Princess Diaries stories.

Razorbackwriter:

The World inside Scar’s hat

Part One

The Devil Walks Among Us 

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There are those that think that Hell is nothing more than an ideal. A place that you go if you have committed sin, and are banished from Heaven. There are those that believe in Heaven, and that angels walk among us. Protecting us, guiding us with a silent hand….watching over us. If that is true, then is it possible that the Devil has his own agents? Those that walk among the living and watch them as they lead them into sin….and then death? Deal makers, betrayers, oh yes…there are even those that believe that we are fueled by sin…which makes for easy pickings. To look at the world now, it was already reaching an age of the sixth extinction. Greed, Lust, Hunger…all driving forces in the never ending battle against good and evil.

Hatred for the supernatural was common place among the unbelieving. Events that could not be explained often were blamed on those that were different, out of the ordinary. For centuries such creatures were persecuted, murdered and hunted till they hid from the very shadows themselves. Forced to practice in secret. But even those that hid their powers left behind clues that would be followed by the most dedicated of hunters. Those that operated above the law, even breaking it if they had too. Following every clue…watching…waiting for the right time to move in. There were rewards to be had, and now the whispers had reached the ears of the worst of the worst. A man driven by a family code that had been passed down for generations. From Father to son till now.

Standing before the burnt out ruins of what was a typical family home, stood a man wearing a black coat and matching fedora. His hands hidden deep within his pockets. Dark shaded glasses blocked out a view of his eyes, but he was scanning the smoldering ruins. Strange that after all this time, the smell of the burning embers remained. The fire…never truly went out. There was a reason for this….a very good one. The man appeared to be waiting. Holding off before actually setting foot on the property. He must have been standing there a good hour or more, till finally a black sedan pulled up in behind him. Shutting off the engine, two men got out. Both were wearing suits, and one had a policeman’s badge clipped to his belt buckle. Each closed the doors with a light thud, whilst the man on the pavement refused to turn around to acknowledge them.

“Do you have it?” The man in the fedora asked almost casually, his tongue wetting his lips as though dry.

The first man took out a yellow envelope and then handed it to the man in the fedora.

“Case file about the fire, along with some information about a ..” The Detective took out a notebook and flipped it open, as he searched for the girl’s name. The man in the hat interrupted…“Tessa Monroe..yes.” He showed something of an odd smirk, before then going dead pan once more and taking the file out of the envelope, passing the envelope back to the second man before flipping it open. He started to hum to himself as he flicked through the police reports, which was shoddy at best, but there was a line in it that had the right edge of his lip twitch.

He closed the file with a snap and rolled it so he could tuck it inside his coat jacket.

“I think now is the time to enter…” He started off and walked up the pathway, with the detective and the other man both looking at each other with apprehension. It was common knowledge that few ever wanted to enter the grounds. Rumors had been rife about unexplained happenings since the fire and the townspeople were reluctant to speak about it openly.

Taking the first step, the man in the black fedora glanced back, and was amused to see that neither man was following.

“Don’t worry Sheriff…that badge you wear should protect you from….them.” It was almost like he was daring the man, who huffed and tugged on his own jacket. The Sheriff started after the man in the fedora, who by now had stepped through the blackened door way. The second man held back for a moment, before his shoulders sagged forward and he headed in on after the Sheriff. There was so much mystery to this man in the hat. From what both they both believed was that he was some sort of government agent. Everything was…off the books. Little did they realize that the one he worked for…was far more dangerous then any one western government.

Walking down the inner corridor, the man in the hat tapped along the walls with his hand till he finally heard a hollow sound. Grinning to himself, he took out a piece of chalk and made a strange marking on the wall, which had the sheriff and his deputy baffled. Catching sight of their worried expressions, the man in the hat lied….

“A little trick my father taught me.” He chuckled darkly, and this sinister tone could not be mistaken. Looking to his right, he saw the door for the basement, and then let out a breathe as though this was what he was looking for.

“This way….” But instead of going first, he urged the officers to take the stairs before him. “After you of course.”

The Sheriff shrugged, before taking to the stairs and going, down – the deputy gulped as he was getting a sense of the creeps at being in this house. He finally relented and started to follow the sheriff. At this point, the man in the black hat pulled out a gun with a silencer and then started off after them.

Two shots were fired in the darkness. Both in the back of the head. Point blank range. Their bodies crumpled to the floor with soulless eyes staring out at….a secret basement room. Stepping over the two bodies, the man in the hat then set his gun down on a table, as he took Tessa’s picture out of the file that he had been in his jacket pocket. He stared at the picture and hummed quietly. If the report was correct….and she had been here, this was how he was going to find her.

The spirits don’t lie.

~RB~