Bloodbound (another Magic RPG.)

[Calibremon]

The Bloodbinding. One of the oldest of the Old Magicks. The first Bloodbinding was between an Archmage and a master vampire, causing one to draw unimaginable power from the other, and vice versa. A bloodbinding can be between any magically-inclined human (called The Mage) and any magic non-human being (usually called The Source, or, more offensively, The Beast), usually a being that the human is friendly towards, and possesses traits the human desires.

The Bloodbinding is unique to each pairing and is irreversable, but as long as both of the two are still alive, they are, for all intents and purposes, ageless. They can still be killed, through injury, poison and so on, unless their powers dictate otherwise.

Also, any magic The Mage has is shared with The Source, and any traits and powers The Source has is likewise exchanged with The Mage.

Profile

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Orientation:
Species: (Human, or some supernatural being)
Role: (Mage or Source?)
Magic/Powers: (Magic if playing Mage. Powers if Source)
Bound/Unbound: (Wether or not you've already sealed a Bloodbinding with someone)
Description:

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Name: Dominic Santiago
Age: Difficult to tell. Looks 18
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bi
Species: Canine Therianthrope (Werewolf)
Role: Source
Magic/Powers: Werewolf with all included powers (which are passed to their partner after sealing a Bloodbinding)

• Shapeshift - the ability to change from from seemingly human to animal-man hybrid or even a full-bore animal. Elder werebeasts like Dominic can isolate their shifting to specific parts of their body, like their hands or jaws.
  
• Silverblood - Highly resistant to most forms of injury, and recovers within minutes, even from seemingly lethal wounds. Silver, the artificial compound Silver Nitrate, and wounds caused by other werebeasts seem to be the only known ways of counteracting this ability. Werebeasts use this to their advantage, usually wearing silver jewelry or collars to contain their were forms.
  
• Agelessness - a Side-Effect of Silverblood, werebeasts seem to show no negative effects of aging. In some cases it seems they don't age at all.
  
• Were-plasma - Any werebeast can use their blood to heal the wounds of another, even if wounded in human form.
  
• Therianthropy - A werebeast can infect a human being with his condition if he bites or claws them while in hybrid or animal form.
  
• Beastial Senses - The five senses of a werebeast are vastly more accute than that of a normal human. Specifically those of hearing and sight.
  
• Animal Conditioning - Werebeasts possess unnatural strength, capable of lifting many times their own body weight with little effort.
  
• Full Moon Frenzy - Werebeasts lose all traces of humanity during the three nights of the full moon. For safety, werebeasts usually chain themselves up during those three nights.
  
• Bloodlust - Werebeasts crave the taste of raw meat and blood.
  
• Animal Brotherhood - Werebeasts can call to and communicate with natural members of their own species. (werewolves with ordinary wolves, for example)
  

Bound/Unbound: Unbound, but looking.
Description: Lean and well-muscled, Dominic stands about 6'3", and about 145 pounds. His dark gray, almost black hair is cut short in not quite a crew cut. Wears a silver collar with a tiny padlock and a key on a chain around his neck. Dresses in slacks and tanktop shirts. Clothes that are cheap and easy to replace. His eyes are yellow, and a bit eerie if stared at too long. His nails and teeth are unusually long and very sharp though. His penis is also above average, being 8 inches long and 2 inches thick, fully erect.
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The pungent scent of car exhaust. It was the first thing Dominic smelt every time he woke. It was a disgusting by-product of the human's Industrial Revolution. Pah, he thought. Technology would never replace magic completely. Their were still so many things magic could do that machines and computers couldn't.

Of course, Dominic thought as he put his pants on, I have no magic of my own, so who am I to think that? He went downstairs to the kitchen and prepared to brew a pot of coffee. He sat by the phone and waited. He was a literal 'Jack-of-all-Trades'. People would call and hire him to do just about anything, because he could do it faster and cheaper than a professional, and even better on occasion.

OOC: Looking for a female magic-user to bind him :P

[Lonely Werewolf]

Name: Miharu
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bi
Species: Half human (had wolf ears and tail)
Role: Mage
Magic/Powers:

Mind Reader - She had an ability to read someone's mind and could detect an early danger

Flamethrower - Throw a flame on her palms which the heat could melt the metal.

Blast Off - Combine with the Source power to create a massive damage

Agility - High speed in moving and sometimes could create multiple vision of herself.

Alternate - Change herself into a fully wolf.


Bound/Unbound: Unbound
Description: Standing at 1.79 meter, Miharu is a normal human, had a brown wolf tail and ears, crystal blue eyes and long dark brown hair with a big blue ribbon tied on it. She wears a normal T-shirt, low cut shorts and shoes. Her bust size are D-cup.

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Miharu sitting on the bed, her face looking to outside of window, watching the people walking to their workplace. For her, everyday is a usual day; nothing special.

[Yoosei]

Name: Shiva
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Orientantion: Bi
Species: Human of Ice
Role: Mage
Magic/Powers:

Teleportation - she can teleport herself to other places as long as it's a short distance

Mind Reading - She can read other's minds

Heavenly Strike - She summons a ice block that falls from the sky and falls onto the opponent.

Bound/Unbound: Unbound
Description: she is 1m 71cm tall human girl. She has long dark blue hair and crystal blue eyes. She has a big "X" mark on her back. She wears black pants, white t-shirt and a long light blue jacket with icy symbols on the end of it. her breast size are C-cup.

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Shiva has been awake for some time. she decided to out take a walk around the streets. being inside her home seemed so boring as she had no one sharing the apartment with her. she yawns a bit still, as she was tired, after all she didn't slept much last night for some odd reason that she doesn't even know about.

[Kurtz]

OOC:

Name: Kurtz
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bi
Species: Dragon
Role: Source

Magic/Powers:

# Dragonburst - The ability to suddenly burst with energy to change from human-form into a humanoid dragon form.
# Warpfront - The ability to suddenly cast magic to jump up to three times consecutively after the first jump.
# Thunderblast - Can manipulate the holieest of powers to summon a guitar charged with holy.
# Dragon's Strength - Can survive many low-levelled mage spells, has unnatural strength.
# Beastial Senses - The five senses of a dragon are vastly more accute than that of a normal human. Specifically those of hearing and sight.
# Season - Within the respective season that belongs to their powers, the dragon becomes much more active in both needing of fight and needing of mating.
# Carnivore - Dragons love the taste of almost all meat.
# Telepathic - Can connect to either the bound mage or other dragons and talk to them, no matter what the distance.

Bound/Unbound: Unbound
Description: Standing at 1m 82, Kurtz is a red-haired, violet eyed human, with a red scar down his right eye. He usually dons a plain blue t-shirt along with long blue jeans, and they both are quite loose, his t-shirt being tucked into his jeans and them both held by a belt around his waist. With his transformation of sorts, he has a quite... large, member. A 9-inch by 3-inch when fully erect, as of such. He also wears a large holster on his back, which is almost always empty.... that is, until a guitar fits there.

As of such, people mostly know Kurtz's description. For those who don't, refer to this picture:

http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/d...final2.png

IC:

Taking a stroll outside in the fine cold weather of the morning, the red-haired human strolled throughout the streets. Albeit, he was mostly an awake person; he always went for walks in the mornings, and these just helped him to wake up. Playing the game 'Devil May Cry 3' had become as of such, boring, and so that didn't help him anymore in staying awake. It was so boring, being alone in a house and with no-one to talk to... and then there was his transformation that happened that sometimes he couldn't control.... that he was afraid of.

But nonetheless, he continued to stroll. On and on he went....

[Disturbed]

Name: Sedah
Age: ??
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Species: Cerberus (Three headed demon dog)
Role: Source
Magic/Powers: Can perform hellish spells aswell as magic amplification spells

Amplify - Doubles the effectiveness of magic spells on a single opponent.
Triple - Buff that allows caster to use three magic spells in one spell
Summon hellhounds - Can summon up to four hellhounds to his aid.
Fire - Basic Fire Spells
Flare - Fire/Thunder spell
Hellfire - Fire spell which fire rains down within Cerberus's radius.
Fire Bolt - Can spit firebolts from its main mouth
Wrath of Hell - Creates fissures within the earth that lead to its opponents which hellish flames spew out from.
Hellfire Barrage - All three heads open their mouths and fireballs the size of their on mouths fire out for heavy fire damage.

Bound/Unbound: Unbound
Description: 7' 3" standing 5' 3" when on all fours. His body is covered in very short dark red fur that gradually changes to black as it reaches his underbelly. Around his neck is a spiked dog collar aswell as his wrists and ankles which have spiked leather cuffs yet he wears no shirt to hide his amazing physique. He wears black pants with red trim all over them. Unusual for normal dogs he has a very long and broad leathery tail.

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In the outskirts of the city something underneath the earth was stirring about which caused a crack withing the earth and flames spews out from the crack. A large strong paw reached up gripping the earth pulling itself up out of the crack. The being stook infront of the fissure and growled demonicly "Those guys better be right about this...never did like comming tot he surface," the hellish hound spoke in a low but strong voice. Looking towards the city the hound grumbled before starting to run on all fours towards it.

[Calibremon]

Dominic smiled as he checked the mail this morning. A package card in his mailbox. As he came back from the post-office, he was beaming. In his arms was a sizable cardboard box, which he set on his workbench inside. He didn't bother with a knife; he simply tore the box open with his bare hands, his sharpened nails shredding the tape and cardboard easily. In the box was a set of tools and oils, all neatly set in custom-fitted styrofoam protection. He pulled the tools out and smiled, looking them over briefly. Amonst them were specifically-sized pliers, screwdrivers, pin-punches, saws, files, sanding blocks and other hand-tools. The larger tools included a plasic basin and what looked like a hand-operated drill press with an awkward and unusual-looking clamp at the bottom. Also included were several oils and chemicals in bottles and jars. A cursory glance might not give away what it was, but Dominic knew exactly what it was; the tools all added up to a Gunsmithing kit.

That evening the project was finished; the guns Dominic had smithed were based on his own ingenius design. They were a pair of 12-shot revolvers with a top-break mechanism and dual hammers. A small mechanical lever on the grip switched between the two hammers, or both in sequence. The cylinder itself had twelve staggered chambers. The six larger .45 chambers were on the outer edge, while the smaller, longer .38s were close to the spindle, spaced in the gaps between the larger cylinders. They were small cannons in terms of firepower, and the metal was made with different forms of Parkerizing treatment. One was done using Zinc, leaving a light grey finish, and the other with Iron, resulting in a black appearance. On the black handgun, his personal symbol (a celtic cross with a pentagram set in the center of the arms) was outlined in silver leaf, and the light grey one, the same symbol in gold. The two guns were both identical and opposite. It was a sort of Zen thing that appealed to him.

The reason for such weapons was that as much as Dominic was a werewolf, he liked having a pair of old-fashioned irons hanging by his hips. Something with tangible stopping power that couldn't be fouled by magical interference. His personal symbol saw to that; his faith in what the symbol represented produced a sort of magic on its own. Faith, while not technically magic, could resist even the most potent of enchantments.

Dominic smiled and laid the brand new guns on the workbench as he set to work forming and packing silver .45 cartridges, as well as ordinary lead .38 slugs. Dominc hummed softly and smiled to himself. He would have to add paranormal munitions manufacturing to his extensive list of jobs and qualifications.

[cboy]

Name: Shadow
Age: 20
Gender: male
Orientation: straight
Species: Black Panther (were-form is feral black panther.)
Role: Source
Magic/Powers: See Demonic's powers (were-creatures are essentially the same except for their were-forms).
Bound/Unbound: Unbound and has little hope in getting hitched.
Description: Dark loner who keeps from getting too close to anyone, lest they discover his secret. He's no bodybuilder, but he's fit and strong. Mostly wears dark clothing, which tends to make other people keep their distance. Has piercing green eyes that are always taking in the world, keeping him aware of his surroundings.

Shadow was also out and about, his cat-like nature making it virtually impossible for him to stay still. He had decided to pay a visit to Demonic, his fellow were-creature (figured since they're both were-creatures, they'd know each other). Demonic wasn't exactly a friend...more like a close accquaintance who he had a little trust in.

Going up to Demonic's front door, he gave a loud knock.

[Kurtz]

As the human continued to stroll about, his red-hair continued to glisten. He walked and walked.... for goodness knows how long now he had walked, or even how far. But he was fading slightly, his entire body just weavingly tired. He couldn't let himself down now.... but neither did he have enough energy to blast out to transform. He stumbled forward, suddenly knocking into a young blue-haired girl on the street, gulping as he stepped back from the recoil. "A-Ahh... S-sorry, miss... I..." He looked at her quietly, blushing nervously.

[Calibremon]

Dominic looked up as a knock came from his front door. Nobody paid him a visit without calling first. He picked up the light grey handgun, slipping a few of the new .45 and .38 cartridges into the massive revolver's cylinder before snapping the gun shut with a deft flick. He crept to the door and opened it, peering through the crack, letting the wide, rectangular end of the revolver peek out with him.

"Yes?" he asked, his other hand resting on the key hanging by a chain around his neck.

[Lonely Werewolf]

Meanwhile, the brown haired female slowly stood up at the edge of the bed, began to tidy up her bedroom. Then, she caress her long hair to make it straight and grab a big blue ribbon; tied it on her hair, making a ponytail.

She slowly strip her night cloth and wears her everyday's clothing. Miharu taking a bath only during late evening, because it's already her habit. She then stretching her body before went to the door, wearing a pair of shoe and went out for a daily exercise.