Post by Calypso on Jul 25, 2011 16:07:53 GMT -5
| [th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500] [bg=darkred] Calypso  "Rebels are we, though heavy our hearts shall always be Ah, no ball or chain no prison shall keep We're the rebels of the sacred heart I said no ball or chain no prison shall keep We're the rebels of the sacred heart -Flogging Molly 'Rebels of the Sacred Heart' " the basics, »»character full name: Calypso »»age: As she is immortal, she is as old as Sterhera itself, though appears around 25 »»gender: Female »»sexual orientation: Heterosexual »»position: When she does walk among the humans, she is usually disguised as a fighter. »»race: Goddess of fire »»alliance:Pirate/Deity »»powers: Being a goddess has its privileges. Calypso possesses the ability to manipulate fire and to make it appear whenever she feels like it. She channels her own body heat, her own energy, into making flames of various sizes and of various heat. She can do anything with fire, and is immune to heat so it cannot burn her. Also, she can control the heat in places, like in a large room or even the inner body heat of a specific being. Never has the goddess ever had to use the full capacity of her powers, and she hopes she will never have to. »»weapons: Even a goddess needs some sort of weapon. She can't go wasting her powers on everyone, now can she? Calypso uses a pair of broadswords, their hilts wrapped with simple brown leather that has fiery carvings engraved in it. Each blade is made of super strong steel, sharp enough to split a strand of hair. The blades are about the length of her arm from fingertip to shoulder. the appearance, »»eyes: There is a ring of yellow around her pupil, which then deepens into orange and then dark red. »»markings: Calypso has two piercings in each ear, usually wearing small gold or silver circular earrings. She has a particularly long scar across her left shoulder, but it usually hidden by her clothes. She also has a giant, very detailed tattoo of a fiery red and gold dragon on her back. She has another tattoos that is a long stream of fire the wraps around her right arm that begins on her shoulder and ends on the back of her hand. Smaller scars from various battles are common all over her body. »»height: 6'1" »»weight: 165 lbs »»general appearance: Built athletically, Calypso is tall and lean. She is well muscled, strong from physical labor. Her skin is tan from being outside all the time as well as her connection with fire. Her eyes seem a bit unnerving when stared into, like one might suddenly ignite into the flames they so represent. Of course, they just might, if the goddess is in a foul mood. Her hair is bright red and tied back into a messy ponytail, loose strands here and there. Calypso holds herself with confidence, her head held high and what could only be described as a swagger in her gait. She always seems to have a mischievous smirk on her face, which puts some on edge. It's almost as if she's plotting something, really. She wears her battle scars proudly, unafraid to let others know that she fights. Her tattoos are seen by few, hidden when she is among humans. However, when she does reveal her identity, she is fine with revealing the fiery stream on her arm, though never the dragon on her back. The woman is not very peculiar about fashions, though she is fond off the old fashioned pirates' wear. She typically wears dark, warm colors like dark red, browns, deep oranges and the occasional gold color. She has a maroon colored bandanna that she wears across her forehead, knee high boots that are well worn and comfortable, and a gray sheath for her broadswords. the personality, »»likes: - Fire - Warm colors - The heat - Sailing - Fighting »»dislikes: - The cold - water - being bored - People who are too nice, like goody two shoes »»strengths: Fire: She is most comfortable around fire. If is hot in a place, like a desert, her powers increase. Calypso can manipulate fire into anything she desires, and in turn she keeps her precious flames from burning out when she can. Confidence: Yes, her confidence is a big deal for her. People tend to avoid messing with her when she feels like she's on top of the world, like she can do anything. It keeps her up, and it's very hard to break. »»weaknesses: The cold: As her powers increase with heat, they decrease when she is in the cold. Her powers don't go away completely, but they aren't as powerful as usual. Her mood tends to go awry in the cold as well. Untrusting: Calypso is not a very trusting person. She hasn't trusted anyone in a long time, the only people she sometimes relies on being her fellow gods. »»secrets: None »»general personality: Ask anyone who's met her, and they will tell you that Calypso is not a nice, pure person. She's sneaky and clever, good at plotting chaos and never getting caught. You could say she's childish in this way, but not really. Her schemes are far too advanced for child's play. The devious smile on her face is enough to make any man cower, praying that her next plot is not against him. She has quite an impressive temper, but being immortal has given her plenty of time to learn to control it. Just don't piss her off too much and you might just get away alive. When it comes to humans, Calypso has really no 'they're evil/good' opinion. She thinks them fascinating, interested by their machines and inventions. However, she also thinks they are incredibly fragile and sometimes dimwitted, that and they are downright easy to manipulate to her liking. So, overall, she does like them. She favors the pirates, their style is more to her liking than the stuffy government officials. the history, »»mother: None »»father: None »»siblings: The other deities are like siblings to her »»others: n/a »»background: Calypso was said to have been born from fire, created by the universe itself. Of course, no one really knows if this is true or not, and she certainly isn't giving away any hints. At first, she watched quietly from her hiding places as the humans emerged, using her precious gift of fire to further advance their society. She had watched them grow, fascinated by them. They were so unusual, and so amusing. The woman preferred the other gods' company to the humans. Well, most of the time. She only started to take great interest in them when the tension began. The war began, and she began to actually live amongst the humans out of curiosity. Calypso lived among the pirates and lived among the government before choosing her side. The pirates were more her, she liked them better. Sometimes she interferes in secret, out of knowledge of the other gods, but these times are rare. For the most part, she lets the humans pick their course. the player, »»alias: Luna or Llama »»age: immortal »»contact: pm me or the chatbox »»rp sample: Blue eyes scanned the miserable place. This fog stayed in the sluggish air, no currents to tug at them. It really was a disgraceful place. In a way, one might find it depressing. But to one individual, it represented an opportunity. A slice of hope, if you will, though that was not in the mare's style to say such inferior things. Those things, hopes and dreams, were for dirty mongrels. A buckskin coat was engulfed in heavy fog that clung to the hide, making it wet and sleek. A stench of death emanated from the waters below, surrounding the semi-dry path that the equine was now walking upon. Most would turn and never come back, but not this mare. No no she had different plans. Much different plans. I have found my home. ----------------------------------------------------- Black lips formed a smirk as the mare known as Cricket Wings walked carefully down the slippery path. Yes, this was the perfect land for her. In a way it came with its own screening device. Any fool unworthy of her attention would surely be stupid enough to take a swim and be pulled down and drowned, never to be seen again. It was in every way perfect for the master plans now forming themselves within the sneaky mare's mind. She had been here once before, and when she had come she had been misfortunate enough to meet the filthy Fire Empress. A mongrel, bah. She did not deserve any title above a pesky slave. No mongrel did. The mare paused for a moment, lifting her graceful ahead through the fog and examining the the place that would now be her home and soon house her own little army. While the mare would prefer to have all purebred children, she knew such a feat was impossible. She would have to make cuts and settle for having mongrel children. They would be inferior in her mind, of course. Her purebred children would hold a much higher place in her eyes. And when it came time to pick and heir, she would surely only pick the best purebred child she had. No mongrel would ever gain her land! Cricket snorted, the fog swirled around her in response. She exercised a bit of her magical control and the fogs parted before her. She felt like the rightful queen of this pitiful place. She would make this place worthy, sculpt a throne from the bones of her enemies. Who knew? There were just so many opportunities. She could always freeze her enemies and set them up for display along this very path. Oh yes, that was deliciously wicked idea. Her enemies would watch as her little army grew until one day they were pushed into the water, dragged underneath without a hint of struggle from their frozen bodies. Of course, there was always the chance that they could be long dead before that relief came to them Spheres of water condensed within the masses of fog. The mare stopped and studied them for a minute, then with a slight gesture of the head the spheres rocketed off, exploding against nearby trees. Cricket 'humphed' and continued walking down the slippery path. She examined the murky waters and spotted the rotting white flesh of the long dead. She scent of the death surrounding her thrilled her very bones. She may seem like a sick and cruel mare, but she did have go-no, she really was a sick and twisted creature from the inside out. She didn't even plan on having foals just for the motherly love, or out of love between her and some random stud. No no, none of that silly crap. No, what Cricket wanted was her own little army. An army supremely loyal to her and only her. She would raise them from their foalhoods, teach them the ways of her own life. They would strengthen in her care, become the best warriors around. Fear would strike hard. And then, when the day came. She would attack everything. No one would be spared. Password: ~Admin Edit~ How did you find us?: ad on byzantine Read more: xfreeasabirdx.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=pending&action=display&thread=1#ixzz1T9QpRE00 |
