MARCIAN'S LABORATORIES
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#marcian hugh rollerin
t h e m a d s c i e n t i s t pronunciation ~ mar.see.in hugh rol.er.in
species ~ khalmar mk iii
gender ~ male.
age ~ unknown.
forms ~ human, khalmar.
diet ~ omnivore.
element ~ metal.
size ~ medium.
level ~ one.
posts ~ zero.
offense ~ eight.
defense ~ ten.
precision ~ six.
endurance ~ fifteen.
speed ~ six.
fame ~ four.
passive traits ~ automaton, independent, inner discipline.
battle traits ~ constrict, metal plating, veteran mind.
personality ~ Marcian Hugh Rollerin is your not-so-friendly neighbourhood mad scientist. Found in his laboratory, he is usually working on the kind of experiment even the strongest stomach wouldn't attempt - the crazier the better. Nothing slips past Marcian, save for the mix of blood, ashes and strange chemicals he's usually covered in - but he couldn't care less about clothes when there's experimenting to be done. Impossible to trick or manipulate, Marcian has a very focused, independent mindset, possessing the ability to tune out all background sounds and lose himself in his crazy experiments.
Being the sharp fellow he is, he jumped at the chance of having victims - er, test subjects; and opened his home for the bunch of misfits that he lives with. They seem willing to give their bodies for him to test on, and he is giving them somewhere to live in return...
The man lives and breathes science, and is undoubtedly talented at his job. Where he picked up his intense passion for science and thirst for knowledge, nobody knows. His past is a mystery, and presumably will remain so forever. He has no plans to divulge that information any time soon.
Marcian has also built a completely mechanical Khalmar form for himself, an alternate way of getting around the lab. It’s indestructible hard plates can be found useful in the more unpredictable experiments.
lifemate ~ none.
offspring ~ none.
roleplays ~ none. [ open ]
art ~ none.
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#selesse sharmel delis
t h e r e b o r n f e l l o x pronunciation ~ seh.les.ee shar.mel dee.lis
species ~ custom lucain.
gender ~ female.
age ~ appears twenty-five
forms ~ human, lucain. ( peacer fellox in past )
diet ~ carnivore.
element ~ light.
size ~ medium.
level ~ seven.
posts ~ thirty-one.
offense ~ fifteen.
defense ~ eleven.
precision ~ thirteen.
endurance ~ nineteen.
speed ~ fourteen.
fame ~ sixteen.
passive traits ~ extended life span, intellectual.
battle traits ~ spiked body.
personality ~ Selesse is Marcian’s greatest, and most successful, experiment. She was reincarnated from remains of her DNA into this current form. She was a peacer fellox in her previous life, and still retains some memory of what she once was; the mystical healer of an ancient tribe, recognized for her caring and gentle nature. It was said she was descended from a heavenly being of some sort. Though immortality was beyond Marcian’s efforts, he managed to slow Selesse's rate of aging, this causes him to believe she will live at least twice as long as normal.
Dignified, majestic, and occasionally reserved, she is wise beyond her reincarnated years. Selesse's knowledge is constantly increasing, her love to read and learn responsible for this. She is highly respected by the other residents for her profound knowledge and intelligence. She usually keeps her cool, regardless of the situation, and will sometimes try to hide her emotions by appearing cold and aloof – but she is really quite sensitive. Selesse generally prefers her own company, and avoids large crowds – though she will occasionally seek company from the other residents.
She does her best to conserve her energy, and only uses it when necessary, but can become temperamental and unpredictable when in a bad mood. In an especially good mood, however, she is whimsical and chatty; once she gets going, it’s impossible to get her to stop.
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#tanul siramac
t h e l o y a l g u a r d pronunciation ~ tah.nool seer.uh.mak
species ~ bred lucain : sepulchre x shyver.
[mudbelly, ringed]
gender ~ male.
age ~ twenty-eight.
forms ~ human, lucain.
diet ~ omnivore.
element ~ water.
size ~ medium.
level ~ one.
posts ~ zero.
offense ~ ten.
defense ~ six.
precision ~ six.
endurance ~ eleven.
speed ~ eight.
fame ~ ten.
passive traits ~ hydrodynamic, inner discipline.
battle traits ~ spiked body.
personality ~ Tanul Siramac, the laboratory guard, is loyalty itself. He is not to be messed with, having earned his position through his strong and protective nature, well-trained mind, and lack of hesitation when it comes to defending his loved ones. He would give his life, or someone else's - he's not fussy, to protect the lab and it's occupants, and he'd do it with his own hands, too.
He came from a poor family who lived in the slums of town. One of the youngest, and favorite, of twelve children, his parents were brutally murdered - leaving the children to fend for themselves. Two years on the streets taught him how to survive, and a chance meeting with Marcian, who was just starting his lab, when he was sixteen led him to where he is now.
The first of many waifs and strays Marcian has picked off the streets, Tanul is the only exception when it comes to Marcian's experiment subjects, being the only one who is not a test subject. He's almost like an adopted son to Marcian, and is widely considered to be the only person Marcian has any sort of a relationship with. Having accepted this new bunch of people as his family, he is loyal to the core, and enjoys every minute of his job.
On his off days, which are far and few between, he can be found at the nearest beach. An avid swimmer, he spends his time there indulging in his passion - and catching his favorite food for dinner. If there was ever a land creature born for the water, it was Tanul. He has extraordinary swimming skills, holding records for swimming the longest distances and the greatest depths.
lifemate ~ none. [ closed ]
offspring ~ none. [ open to breed ]
roleplays ~ none. [ open ]
art ~ one, by dagerot. !@#$%^&*
#iraya starefrey
t h e f a l l e n a n g e l pronunciation ~ ee.ray.uh stayr.fri
species ~ custom diosol.
gender ~ female.
age ~ twenty-two.
forms ~ human, diosol.
diet ~ herbivore, mentivore.
element ~ light.
size ~ small.
level ~ one.
posts ~ zero.
offense ~ two.
defense ~ four.
precision ~ nine.
endurance ~ eight.
speed ~ six.
fame ~ ten.
passive traits ~ aerodynamic, dash, evasive,
extended life span, keen hearing.
battle traits ~ dodge.
personality ~ Iraya Starefrey is a fallen angel, but not your typical one. For as far back as she can remember, she has done nothing wrong. But one unlucky night she misplaced her foot and quite literally fell from the heavens, ending her position as a valued servant of Yepha. She awoke a few days later to find herself on earth, complete with all her angel qualities.
Never-aging, the beautiful woman possesses the ability to grant an additional year of life to anybody she chooses. Unfortunately, cruel people have chosen to hurt her, pushing her to the brink of death to force her gift on themselves, far too many times. Now mistrustful of strangers, she has honed her evasion skills to extraordinary lengths, being able to slip away from practically any situation with ease. Iraya is quick on her feet and has highly sensitive ears which also seem to be keener than most, detecting even the slightest sound of danger. That said, to those whom she deems worthy of her trust, she will be loyal to them eternally, and won't hesitate to do anything she can to help them.
Her other powers include bringing bad luck to those that harm her, whether physically or emotionally, and being able to consume the thoughts and dreams of others. However, this ability is only used in times of great desperation, when food is in short supply, or when when she's backed into a corner - as she sees it as one of the worst forms of stealing. The person she feeds from will lost those thoughts and dreams forever, and that is a very heavy weight for an angel's conscience to bear.
She has a Diosol form, though she is rarely seen in it, and has a pair of attachable wings that magically adjust to fit, so she is able to fly if need be regardless of form. Sadly, she seems to misplace them rather often, and seems to be absent-minded overall. Perhaps she hit earth a little hard on the fall down...
Currently residing within the lab with Marcian and the others, she is rarely seen and only trusts a few of the inhabitants, particularly Tanul. He is, after all, the one who saved her from one of her most dangerous attackers, without asking for anything in return, and is the reason she came to the lab in the first place. Still heartbroken that she is not able to continue her faithful duty of serving Yepha, she continues to search for answers of how to return to her home, the heavens. However, nothing she has come up with so far seems to work.
lifemate ~ none. [ closed ]
offspring ~ none. [ open to breed ]
roleplays ~ none. [ open ]
art ~ none.
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#zoarth insere
t h e l i t t l e s k e l e t o n pronunciation ~ zoh.arth in.seer
species ~ hallow dalma.
gender ~ male.
age ~ seven.
forms ~ human, dalma.
diet ~ omnivore.
element ~ dark, light.
size ~ small.
level ~ one.
posts ~ zero.
offense ~ four.
defense ~ one.
precision ~ eight.
endurance ~ fourteen.
speed ~ five.
fame ~ five.
passive traits ~ keen scent, spirit sense.
battle traits ~ powerful jaws.
personality ~ Where did this ball of adorableness come from? Good question, but unfortunately nobody knows the answer. All that's known, or all that's said, is that little Zoarth Insere showed up at the lab one day unexpectedly, and has been there ever since. He looks like a walking skeleton at times thanks to his moody skin, which can change from normal to transparent multiple times in just an hour. His appearance is entirely due to one of Marcian's failed invisibility experiments, and though it can take some getting used to, his irresistibly cute, lovable nature has made him a firm favorite around the lab.
Seven years old now, he was born on Halloween, and it couldn't fit him better - and not just because of his appearance. His favorite hobbies are playing tricks and pranks on the other residents, and they love him for it. He is also terribly fond of candy, so much so that sometimes he'll agree not to prank someone for a day - provided the candy he is given is especially delicious. The residents make sure to keep a constant supply of candy just for him, which he can be found munching on delightedly whenever he isn't playing tricks.
Another of his favorite activities is asking people to solve his riddles - and no one is quite sure how he knows so many. They are surprisingly tough, and a correct answer is sure to win his admiration, as well as another riddle.
Lately, he has also developed - seemingly out of nowhere - the ability to sense nearby spirits, and though it has yet to be put to a purpose, he will undoubtedly use it in his pranks in future, after all, it is all in the 'spirit' of fun.
lifemate ~ none.
offspring ~ none.
roleplays ~ none. [ open ]
art ~ none.
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#rad
t h e c u n n i n g s i d e k i c k pronunciation ~ rad.
species ~ leumoo.
gender ~ male.
age ~ unknown.
forms ~ leumoo.
diet ~ carnivore.
element ~ none.
size ~ small.
level ~ one.
posts ~ zero.
offense ~ seven.
defense ~ four.
precision ~ five.
endurance ~ fifteen.
speed ~ seven.
fame ~ five.
passive traits ~ none.
battle traits ~ stubborn ferocity.
personality ~ Rad is more of a pet than any of the other residents, albeit a highly intelligent one. Incapable of human speech, he communicates using a wide variety of sounds and motions, he has quite the vocal, and non-vocal, range. Happy-go-lucky and cunning to boot, things always seem to go his way. It seems to be a kind of talent, as does his knack for unexpectedly popping up in unusual places.
Responding obediently is not something he is known to do, unless the order comes from Tanul - in which case Rad will obey without question. Most of his time is spent by Tanul's side, guarding the lab. Though he is partial to the company of one Zoarth, and his penchant for mischief. He is a highly capable fighter, which was admittedly the reason Marcian let him stay - most wandering animals would have been turned away, or made into dinner. And while opportunities to test his skill are rare, he has proven himself, and his resolve to win or die trying. However, refusing to back down from a challenge does tend to get him into trouble.
lifemate ~ none.
offspring ~ none.
roleplays ~ none. [ open ]
art ~ none.
