May 19, 2019 12:32:47 GMT -6
 kiernan torres tell me reality is better than a dream. general info
appearance He has short black hair that goes down to his shoulders. He wears a ponytail and on each side he has a strain of hair over his ears. He has a v bang in the front. He has gray eyes. He is 5'8. His finger nails are short and maintained. He can be found in both formal or casual attire. He likes wearing casual clothing, but if forced, he could be seen wearing formal too, though that is rare. He enjoys wearing t-shirts with blue jeans. He is average in size, having muscle that is hidden under his clothing. He has a few scars along his body that have since healed over. He likes wearing sneakers. He wears a pouch that is filled with shurikens. He shifts into an orange fox and his eyes are gray. personality
abilities Fox Shift -- Mastered He is able to shift into a fox, which has seven tails. It takes about 25 seconds for him to shift between his human and fox form, making him vulnerable to attack. Fire Manipulation -- Advanced User can create, shape and manipulate fire, the rapid oxidation of a material in the exothermic chemical process of combustion, releasing heat, light, and various reaction products, flame being the visible portion of the fire. Depending on the substances alight, and any impurities outside, the color of the flame and the fire's intensity will be different. He can create, shape and manipulate fire. He is immued to being burned. He able to create flames in the palm of his hands, creating it for the sake of burning his victim when in the process of rushing at them with punches. Illusion Manipulation -- Intermediate User can create, shape and manipulate illusions, causing targets to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are. Some users can create complex and detailed worlds, others may be able to only alter the way they or the target are perceived. He can create, shape and manipulate illusions. He hasn’t had much practice with this power, so he rarely uses it. Curses -- Advanced Items that are infused with magic to cause terrible events to occur. Curses are banned everywhere considering how dastardly they can be to people. Cursed items oftentimes create events that can severely harm or even kill the user. They have also been known for bringing people back as spirits, reapers or liches. A majority of curses are not permanent, but when a curse is laid on a weapon that is a whole other story. Cursed weapons are outlawed in all parts of the world since the curse is permanent. This is due to the fact that when a cursed weapon makes a cut on somebody it can not be healed by angel, nephilim, hymn, hexes, rapid regeneration or any other forms of healing magic. Potions slightly assist the healing process, but otherwise the wound must heal naturally. These are referred to as cursed wounds, which require a nephilim to break the curse in order to allow healing. He is able to create or break curses, though only in his human form. If he had more practice he would have been able to create curses in objects or people by fusing magic. He is however skilled in breaking curses, but rarely does so because of his lack of interest in helping other people. To break a curse, he is required to touch the person, it is very draining so it is another reason for why he doesn’t do it. Hexes -- Mastered A form of magic involving symbols made commonly from chalk or blood; on some occasions they get etched into the skin. Hexes are used by demons, fallen angel, hellhounds and liches. Hexes allow the user to do a variety of things so long as the hex circle is large enough and is correctly drawn. The less magic required to go into the hex, the less complex or large the hex has to be. There are currently these types of hexes; Summoning (allows the user to summon animals to aid them. small: 5-10. medium: 3-4. large: 1-2.), healing (blood required, can be animal or own.), disguise and sight (allows the user to see a person or future event), teleportation (limited to a 3 mile radius, requires a hex at the sight of where the person is teleporting to as well). Healing, teleportation and disguise hexes must be drawn large enough for the person or people to stand/lay inside of. He most commonly uses his own blood, despite the option of chalk when creating hexes. He can use hexes for summoning, healing, disguise, sight, and teleportation. He normally uses hexes for disguise, sight, and teleportation. Unless he is in dire need, he rarely creates hexes for summoning and healing. Enhanced Senses -- Advanced The user has extremely accurate senses, allowing them to see, hear, smell, taste, and feel better than an average member of their species. He has enhanced senses, though they become even stronger in his fox form. Enhanced Speed -- Mastered User can move much faster than the average member of their species, some near or at the speed of sound, or even faster. However, this power is not without any ill effects, as it can strain the body, although some users may be resistant or even immune to the effects of high speed travel, including friction, g-force, inertia, etc. He has enhanced speed, though he is only able to increase it in his fox form. Immortality -- Beginner He doesn't age, he will forever look sixteen until he dies. Despite being powerful, he still has low endurance and stamina. It is difficult to take many hits and use his abilities for extended periods of time. He is also vulnerable to holy water and blessings. Holy water can burn his skin, making it difficult to use his abilities, blessings make him sick. backstory He is an only child, born in Canada. His parents were apart of the Assembly of Phantoms. His parents were quiet people, not really caring to socialize with other people but at the same time, interested in studying them. They joined the Terror Response Syndicate for the sake of spying on them, secretly reporting back to the Assembly of Phantoms. When the Terror Response Syndicate figured out they were betrayed, they sent hunters out to arrest his parents, who fled to Lorsette when he was three years old. They were greeted by neighbors, remaining quiet because they could care less about them but didn’t want to appear rude. Though in private they would talk about the foolish neighbors and how they couldn’t wait until they got the chance to watch them all burn in hell. He wasn’t allowed outdoors until he was five years old, mostly to give his parents a chance to inform him of the role that he’d be playing in this neighborhood. Gain friends and report back to them on what he learned about their neighbors. It seemed innocent enough, he wasn’t aware that his parents were using him for their own gain. So he listened to his parents and made a friend. It was interesting that his friend wanted to join Terror Response Syndicate as he became older, they even would pretend to be on opposite sides just for the sake of him being able to play hero, he didn’t mind pretending to be a member of the Assembly of Phantoms, it wasn’t real after all. He found out that his friend’s parents were about of the Terror Response Syndicate, he reported back to his parents because he wanted to join with him. His parents took the information and vaguely refused his request. They didn’t tell him why they refused but promised he would be punished if he ever asked them that question ever again. If he had known they were members of the Assembly of Phantoms and wanted to spy, it was one thing but they believed their son was too innocent to join for such a role. Despite the refusal, he was still allowed to hang out with him, provided when he wasn’t kept inside the house. It always made him curious on why he wasn’t allowed to come out on those days. His parents would whisper how he likely needed a break from him and that he needed to get himself a new hobby, claiming they weren’t one to judge, secretly hoping that he’d want to join the Assembly of Phantoms without their encouragement. It was during one of those usual days that he was kept inside that he had found himself pleased to see him walking with his grandparents, of course his friend’s father was nearby too. As he neared, his once excited expression had changed to quickly becoming upset when he realized how rude his grandparents were being towards him and to make matters worse they made him cry. It was horrible enough they were disrespecting him but to go as far as to continue, knowing it was upsetting him, it was just unlogical and he couldn’t understand why they were being so cruel to him, neither of them had done anything wrong, surely? He wasn’t aware that his parents had been listening from inside the house. His friend's father, countered his grandparents saying horrible things about him. He listened as his friend’s father attempted to comfort him before telling them to go play. It was a good idea, he wanted to use this excuse to get as far away from his grandparents as much as possible but he wanted to remain nearly, for the sole purpose of hearing how the argument would finish. He didn’t want to hear anymore of it, so he suggested hide and seek and to his great pleasure, he had agreed to try and find him first. So he left him alone to go find a hiding spot, making sure it was out of earshot of the arguing as he allowed his upset emotions to consume him. He hadn’t realized how long he had been hiding before realizing his friend’s father was calling out to him. He felt a great need in remaining in this spot a little bit longer because he didn’t want to hear the horrible things spoken about him anymore. When he came out, he noticed that he appeared to have cried more, guilt was overwhelming him. His father’s father hugged them, quietly apologizing for what they had heard. his friend’s father then proceeded to place his hands on his shoulders, asking him to remain near his friend to sooth him. The last thing he wanted was for his friend’s father to believe he wasn’t fine, so he lied about it. He managed to convince him that he was fine and watched him walk back towards the house, proving to believe his words. He looked at him, he knew that he had been caught but didn’t say anything. He melted when he had pulled him into a hug, comforting him when it was supposed to be the other way around. Screams could be heard as his grandparents left the house, heading towards the taxi, though he was quick to cover his ears so that he wouldn’t be able to hear it. He appreciated the gesture, finding himself having mixed emotions. His grandparents, they had said horrible things about him and they didn’t even know him and yet his friend and his parents weren’t like that at all, they were nice to him. Once the taxi drove away, his friend’s father had rounded the corner, frowning before pulling them into a hug again. He was thanked, choosing to remain silent because he had comforted him and not the only way around. He listened as his friend's father explained how the things this grandparents said had been horrible but anger wasn't the answer. The conversation was long and he remained silent the whole time. Of course when it came time to acknowledged he was forced to answer, as to avoid being pestered for it. He listened as once more his friend's father apologized before grabbing his friend's hand. He had planned on following after him, but the front door to his house had opened and he heard his mother calling for him, so he went home instead of following his friend. His parents talked to him, appearing interested in how he was feeling to which he told them that he was frustrated at his grandparents for not giving him a chance, judging without even knowing him. His parents explained that was common for heaven and hell species and that they wouldn’t blame him if he was angry over it. He claimed to not be angry, it was a lie but he didn’t want his parents to know his true feelings on the subject because he was terrified they would tell him that it wasn’t the answer as his friend’s father had just done earlier today. He was pleased to see that the strangers that had been visiting his friend's home hadn't returned. He wasn't aware that his friend's parents had forbid them from returning, just thought they didn't want to see him but that was fine because at least this way he wouldn't have to hear their horrible comments about him ever again. As they grew older, their friendship became a closer bond. He never wanted to leave his friend's side and found himself slightly jealous if others had his friend's attention. He wasn't sure why he was feeling this way, but he couldn't seem to control his emotions. He was twelve when his parents told him that he would be joining the Assembly of Phantoms. To his displeasure he joined upon their request and his parents started to train him, the following year he started training for the Terror Response Syndicate with his father. What once he believed to be just a game had suddenly turned into a reality and he couldn’t help but feel ashamed for it. At least his parents were pleased with his progress though, proving to be quite the informant. His parents told him to remain close with his friend and his parents, figuring that if he continued down this path, he might be able to join Terror Response Syndicate for the sake of spying on them to gather information for the Assembly of Phantoms. When ever he was around him, he found himself easily distracted by him instead of gathering information as his parents instructed of him. It wasn’t until he was seventeen that things changed for the worst. The Terror Response Syndicate found out that his parents were about of the Assembly of Phantoms and instead of coming in quietly for questioning, they had fought against the hunters, being killed in the process. He had been with his friend at school at the time, but was pulled aside so that he would know upon returning home it would be changed forever. He didn’t cry for his parents death’s, not really missing them but at the same time, unfamiliar with this new change in his life that he’d be force to face head on alone. He got a job at a car wash, so that he could have an apartment to live in once everything was sold or moved from his parents house, their money would become his inheritance. The funeral happened, his friend comforting him the whole time. With graduation approaching, he spent most of his time working his butt off for a living. School during the day, work after, then sometimes gathering information as an informant. It was on his day off, that he spent his freetime with him, noticing that he appeared distracted a lot lately, he pressed for information until he was told the horrible news. He was moving to Victoria, British Columbia, leaving him behind. He felt a great need to be speechless but he couldn't allow him to know how upset he felt over the subject, so he told him congratulations. He wasn't sure if his friend believed the comment or not, but he accepted the answer without question. It took a lot of effort to appear happy for his friend when he felt miserable on the inside. Despite needing the money, he took time off to spend with him, wanting to remain with him forever even though he knew the time was ticking on when he would need to allow him to go. He would gather information by night to continue supporting himself, but it wasn't often as to avoid being caught by the Terror Response Syndicate. But like all good things, his time with his friend was up as soon as the day arrived for him to head to the airport. He got to arrive with his friend's parents so that he could say one final goodbye to him. Never in his life did he want to cry, but he struggled to control his emotions, attempting to fake happiness for him. He first hugged his parents before turning to hug him too. He had dreams about kissing him, he wasn't sure why that would be, but there was one where he had said goodbye at the airport. The dream had ended badly but he couldn't bring himself to kiss him, unsure on what emotions he was feeling. He got one final squeeze and before he could change his mind about kissing him after all, the sounds of a speaker filled his ears, demanding for him to leave. He shouted good luck to him, not wishing for him to second guess his choices even though deep down he wanted him to stay here with him, or at the very least, take him along. He watched him turn away, heading to his destination to board the plane. He swallowed, feeling like his nightmare had become a reality, except this time he wouldn't be waking up from his dream for a do over. He left the airport with his friend's parents, drifting away from contact now that he no longer lived here. The days continued moving on, his only contact with him was by phone. He would text back when not busy with work. He gathered information for the Assembly of Phantoms, proving rather useful to them. When he got the news about his friend's graduating from the Terror Response Syndicate apprentice program, he held mixed feelings. On the one hand, he was happy that he was pleased, on the other upset because they were on opposite sides. He took time off from work when he found out his friend was coming by to visit, unable to bring himself to confess his feelings and actions towards his friend. Though it felt like since he left, distance had drifted between them. They no longer were as close as they used to be, it hurt but was for the best. He was unaware that he did it to avoid closeness, while he did it to keep him from finding out he was a member of the Assembly of Phantoms. As years progressed, he would receive texts, finding out about his friend's relationships and later building of a family. He was jealous but unworthy of his friend being with him. Life seemed to move on, even though he wanted nothing more than to have him back in his life. Upon receiving more text messages, he found himself quick to reply back, completely interested in talking to him, even if he would much rather talk about them instead of the children he had never met that he knew he'd be a bad influence on. When his friend was promoted to General, he had received an invite but remained in town to work instead of visiting him. It wasn't anything personal but he was supposed to be gathering information and the best way to do that was to remain in town. Plus he didn't give enough notice for his boss to give him time off at the car wash. Though he attempted to keep up with the long distance relationship, it was a struggle because he knew failing to tell him about becoming a member of the Assembly of Phantoms would count as a lie. He had been working, at the car wash all morning and headed home, unaware of the events that took place. He wasn't answering his text messages so he attempted to call, only to be disappointed in no answer. He went to his friend's parent's house, preparing to ask them when he noticed Terror Response Syndicate outside the door. They spoke of the events that unfolded in Victoria, British Columbia. Death by the hands of the Assembly of Phantoms and his friend wasn't among them. They weren't sure if he was dead or alive but they had reason to believe he was alive and had been carried off. He was crushed by the news, he slowly crept away to head towards his job, requesting for days off. He was refused, which in turn made him angry and he quit his job on the spot before walking away and never looking back. He went to his apartment and packed a bag, then shifted into a fox to head to the airport with enhanced speed. He shifted back into a human and bought himself a ticket and the next morning had arrived in Victoria, British Columbia. He left the airport, attempting to search for him. He first headed to the spot where his friend had been seen last, catching a faint scent. He was forced to shift into his fox form so that he could try and follow the scent. He had found it before moving away because he didn't want anybody to notice him. He shifted back into his human form, planning on how he would go about breaking his friend out of there. Phantom pain would come and go, at the time he hadn’t thought anything of it because his friend was expected to fight, of course feeling the phantom pain of torture was another story. He could just imagine the pain his friend was in and he wanted nothing more than to save him. He put a cloak on, to conceal himself as he tried to strategize a way in freeing his friend. All of which, included Assembly of Phantoms noticing him and deeming him as a traitor for even thinking of such a thing. He had walked away, trying to figure out where the Terror Response Syndicate HQ was located, but instead found some hunters. He told them where his friend was at, but they wouldn’t believe him. So he told them they were a member of the Assembly of Phantoms. A huge mistake on his part, but because they weren’t willing to risk letting him get away, when he had fled, they chose to follow him to the hideout. There the Assembly of Phantoms had noticed them, believing they had planned to intrude on their hideout. One of the Terror Response Syndicate hunters reported him by radio before calling for backup, who was quick to arrive because they believed it possible that his friend was in fact in here. Though their reason was based on being ambushed over being helped. Once he was inside, he on accident heard a few members of the Assembly of Phantoms talking about where Zeredah would be next, schedule and everything. He had backed away and they failed to notice anybody else nearby them. He then caught a stronger scent of his friend and headed in that direction. There he saw his friend missing an arm, blood filling his nose. A woman dressed in black robes was in the room, preparing to kill his friend. He slammed into the woman, knocking her off balance. He could smell the Terror Response Syndicate hunters closing in, so he fled, to his great pleasure the woman had followed after him. They exited down another hall, he listened as she yelled at him, attempting to attack him. He created fire to counter her attacks and he ran away from her. It was difficult to outrun because he had failed to shift into his fox form because he didn't want them to figure out which species he was. He could hear a radio from nearby, on accident running in the direction of another Terror Response Syndicate hunter. Assistance had arrived and they had managed to overwhelm the Assembly of Phantoms, now with his friend so that they could transport him to the hospital for assistance. To the Terror Response Syndicate's great disappointment, one of the Assembly of Phantoms had gotten away. They weren't aware that he cared deeply about his friend and were determined as ever to capture him for questioning. He watched from afar when his friend had been taken to the hospital, knowing that his friend's parents would arrive into town to see him. He hoped that his friend would wake up and survive. As far as everybody was aware, he had gone awol upon quitting his job. His boss had gone to his friend's parents to politely ask if they had seen him because they were worried about his sudden choice of quitting, just because he couldn't get time off when it was within a day. When it seemed they had no knowledge of his whereabouts, they were all forced to just wait and see if he'd ever return. He remained in town, watching his friend because he was worried he'd be captured again. To his great pleasure, he got wind that his friend was planning on returning back home to live with his parents. By this point, the Terror Response Syndicate got information regarding a member of the Assembly of Phantoms. They had reason to believe he'd go there next. Shortly after his friend had boarded the plane, he had shifted into his fox form, being noticed by the Terror Response Syndicate as he fled back to Lorsette. The Terror Response Syndicate chose to follow from a distance, once they found out where he was going, they reported him to the Lorsette Terror Response Syndicate HQ. Then they left it in their hands and returned back home. He knew it was only a matter of time before he'd be noticed but he couldn't help but worry about his friend's safety. Prior to arriving home, he would answer his phone, claiming he had gone on a suddenly vacation, trying to use it as his reason for why he hadn't remained in town instead. When he got his chance to see him, he made the effort in trying to comfort him so that his ptsd wouldn't affect his everyday life. He also stopped gathering information for the Assembly of Phantoms. Upset they had the nerve to capture and harm his friend. He knew that it meant he'd be noticed sooner or later, but he came first and he couldn't hide this secret from him anymore. When his friend's ex died, he couldn't bring himself to feel upset about her, but he felt bad for him and attempted to comfort him. He felt suddenly nervous when his friend told him that his children were going to live here with him. It wasn't really the fact of him being jealous of them but because he knew he'd be a terrible influence on them. misc His soulmate is Zeke Durmont His ancestor is Noah Sullivan He wasn’t aware of his sexuality when he was younger He was an informant before betraying the Assembly of Phantoms He doesn’t care to socialize with people but was forced in the past for the sake of gaining information He saved Zeke even though it meant betraying the Assembly of Phantoms He knows a secret the Assembly of Phantoms doesn’t want revealed but won’t say because he fears Zeke’s safety He never cried, but did shed his first tears when he saw Zeke on the verge of death He loves to sing and dance in private | roleplayer info  ☆ NAME spiritfoxxy ☆ RP EXPERIENCE unknown ☆ TIMEZONE unknown ☆ GENDER female ☆ AGE old ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS n/a ☆ FACE CLAIM NO.6, nezumi (rat) ---------------------- THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO SPIRITFOXXY. DO NOT STEAL. |
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