Post by Matt on May 23, 2011 12:36:06 GMT -5
Name:
Kristoph, Allkash, Harbinger The Purist Flame.
Application:
THE PUREST FLAME!
(AKA Really drunk bastard)
Gender: Fire.
Age: Fire.
Place of Birth: Somewhere outside Chicago.
Hair color:Bright Fucking Red.
Eye color: Blue.
Height: 6' 4"
Appearance over all:
Personality: really...Fucking...Drunk.
Weapon: ...Uh this is hard to predict...he is fucking Drunk and has like 100 weapons on him.
Equipment: Hip Flask, Hip Flask, Hip Flask, Hip Flask, Brewery Kit, Long sword, Axe, Hatchet, Dagger, Pistol, Rifle, AK-47, M16, Claymore, Bastard Sword, A book called "How to Juggle for Retards", potatoes, Another Hip Flask, Gernade belt around his chest, covered in Hip Flasks, Chainsaw powered by sunlight or rainwater, Hip Flask. More weapons.
Heart Weapon: THISBEMYFIRE!: Kris Doesnt really ever reveal its name, But its an ever changing weapon of pure fire. Its natural form is a guitar, made of FIRE!
Soul Armor: Fire, that kinda explains it.
Wings: THE PUREST FLAMES!
Power Stage one: WELL, hes only Mildly Drunk, sooo Hes pretty aware of him annoying you. at this point he pretty much beats the shit outta you at Random. Not to mention the bastard has absolute control of Fire.
Fight Song:
Power stage two: Now hes REALLY drunk, if a god was to take in the Blood Alchohal level from him, They would die......Lets just say that. This coupled with the fact that now his Drukness have made him more immune to pain, Stronger, faster, Annoyinger, He also starts to drunkenly Juggle his weapons, and attack you with them at Random. Along with Fire.
Third power stage (Wings out): Kris is no longer Happy. You've pissed the Scott/Irish angel off. Hes really drunk now, annndd hes using half his power of flames on his weapons, and no longer juggling them, now they just float around him as he KICKS YOUR ASS.
Final Powerstage: %$%$%$!%$@%!$@%!$#%!$^%&$^%$&~!%^@#$!*@&#^$*%^WEEMAN!#$!*@%^#$*!@~#%$*&~!@%^#*^!*@#^$*!&@^$(@&*%(~@^#$*!&~@^$#&!@%^#$&~!%^~#$&%^@#$&~!@%^#$&!@%^#$&^!%($!@^~%*$*&!~@^%$*!&~IBEEKRISTHEPURISSTTTFLAAMEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Lets just go with the facct, this power stage is funny to read on paper, but to the people in the RP who this is being channaled too, Welecome to your own personal hell....I suggest you run..or commit scuicide, the secound option is easier...at least he wont hunt you down.)
RP Example of Power:
Kirs was laughing his ass off, The man who stole his Keg of purest Amber was surrounded by fire. Kris didnt know where the man was, or what he was doing, But the entire town and forest around it was burning. Kris enjoyed this.
"OIWEELILMAN!" Kris yelled above the flames. "IBEKRISTHEPURESTFLAAAMEE!" Kris yelled as he punched the air, The air in front if his fist burst into flames, sending a horizontanall collum of FIRE into the city. He then smiled as he made the flames from the forest and city raise 200 miles into the sky. then made them swallow the rest of the city.
He didnt care if he destroyed his ale. He was fine with it. it wasnt pure anymore, being stolen.
Kris smiled as the Fire cleansed all his problems.
History/Affiliation:
Kris was one of the secound wave of Angels. Hes also the most annoying to the Angel race, beliveing he is superior to all because Fire Clenses EVERYTHING. hes lived in isolation in Sancutary, locked up all the time, unless needed. he is Kayos' twin brother. Him and Kayos are the two responsible for most of the Dead Dragons. Kris himself Slaying 350. Mooch asked for him by name, To combat what he knows is coming.
Home universe:
Orcicious.
Rule acknowledgement: -Incoherant scribbles-
Kristoph, Allkash, Harbinger The Purist Flame.
Application:
THE PUREST FLAME!
(AKA Really drunk bastard)
Gender: Fire.
Age: Fire.
Place of Birth: Somewhere outside Chicago.
Hair color:Bright Fucking Red.
Eye color: Blue.
Height: 6' 4"
Appearance over all:
Personality: really...Fucking...Drunk.
Weapon: ...Uh this is hard to predict...he is fucking Drunk and has like 100 weapons on him.
Equipment: Hip Flask, Hip Flask, Hip Flask, Hip Flask, Brewery Kit, Long sword, Axe, Hatchet, Dagger, Pistol, Rifle, AK-47, M16, Claymore, Bastard Sword, A book called "How to Juggle for Retards", potatoes, Another Hip Flask, Gernade belt around his chest, covered in Hip Flasks, Chainsaw powered by sunlight or rainwater, Hip Flask. More weapons.
Heart Weapon: THISBEMYFIRE!: Kris Doesnt really ever reveal its name, But its an ever changing weapon of pure fire. Its natural form is a guitar, made of FIRE!
Soul Armor: Fire, that kinda explains it.
Wings: THE PUREST FLAMES!
Power Stage one: WELL, hes only Mildly Drunk, sooo Hes pretty aware of him annoying you. at this point he pretty much beats the shit outta you at Random. Not to mention the bastard has absolute control of Fire.
Fight Song:
Power stage two: Now hes REALLY drunk, if a god was to take in the Blood Alchohal level from him, They would die......Lets just say that. This coupled with the fact that now his Drukness have made him more immune to pain, Stronger, faster, Annoyinger, He also starts to drunkenly Juggle his weapons, and attack you with them at Random. Along with Fire.
Third power stage (Wings out): Kris is no longer Happy. You've pissed the Scott/Irish angel off. Hes really drunk now, annndd hes using half his power of flames on his weapons, and no longer juggling them, now they just float around him as he KICKS YOUR ASS.
Final Powerstage: %$%$%$!%$@%!$@%!$#%!$^%&$^%$&~!%^@#$!*@&#^$*%^WEEMAN!#$!*@%^#$*!@~#%$*&~!@%^#*^!*@#^$*!&@^$(@&*%(~@^#$*!&~@^$#&!@%^#$&~!%^~#$&%^@#$&~!@%^#$&!@%^#$&^!%($!@^~%*$*&!~@^%$*!&~IBEEKRISTHEPURISSTTTFLAAMEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Lets just go with the facct, this power stage is funny to read on paper, but to the people in the RP who this is being channaled too, Welecome to your own personal hell....I suggest you run..or commit scuicide, the secound option is easier...at least he wont hunt you down.)
RP Example of Power:
Kirs was laughing his ass off, The man who stole his Keg of purest Amber was surrounded by fire. Kris didnt know where the man was, or what he was doing, But the entire town and forest around it was burning. Kris enjoyed this.
"OIWEELILMAN!" Kris yelled above the flames. "IBEKRISTHEPURESTFLAAAMEE!" Kris yelled as he punched the air, The air in front if his fist burst into flames, sending a horizontanall collum of FIRE into the city. He then smiled as he made the flames from the forest and city raise 200 miles into the sky. then made them swallow the rest of the city.
He didnt care if he destroyed his ale. He was fine with it. it wasnt pure anymore, being stolen.
Kris smiled as the Fire cleansed all his problems.
History/Affiliation:
Kris was one of the secound wave of Angels. Hes also the most annoying to the Angel race, beliveing he is superior to all because Fire Clenses EVERYTHING. hes lived in isolation in Sancutary, locked up all the time, unless needed. he is Kayos' twin brother. Him and Kayos are the two responsible for most of the Dead Dragons. Kris himself Slaying 350. Mooch asked for him by name, To combat what he knows is coming.
Home universe:
Orcicious.
Rule acknowledgement: -Incoherant scribbles-
