Unused/Random/Other Character Thread

[The Waffle King]

I've always found myself thinking up random characters to use in RPGs or just for fun. I enjoy giving them backstory and making them interesting. But they never get used. So if there are any other people here on the board that share my habbit, this is a thread in which you can post bios and pictures of these characters and leave comments on the creations of others.

I guess if there needs to be a set style in which we present it, it can be the same as the character bios in the PLRPG. But at the end tell us why they are unused or if they are used, tell us some of the stuff they've done.

I'll probably be posting one of mine very soon.

[The Waffle King]

A character I almost used in the PLRPG, but didn't. It seemed cool but I didn't think it would have gone very far.

www.deviantart.com/view/26635270/

Name: currently does not have one because I suck at thinking up names.

Age: 32

Appearance: A little above 6 feet tall, he wears a long, gray (but not trench) coat with an extremely high collar covering the lower half of his face. He 's completely bald except for a bit of fuzz where the inside of his eyebrows used to be. They were eventually brunt off from muzzle flashes close to his face. He has a pair of dark goggles he always wears. He has light pauldrons and kneepads. His pants are dark gray camo with heavy combat boots. Under the collar his face has a poorly healed scar running from the bottom of his right eye, across his mouth, and down to the left side of his chin. He hides his permanently bloodshot eyes with the goggles.

Personality: Good, but fairly indifferent.
As a mercenary, he's paid to not care. He does that to the best of his ability, though he is not without morality. He avoids killing as much as possible, but he has no hesitation to push the limits of non-lethal action. He believes if he is holding an 8 guage shotgun and someone tries to attack him, it's their own fault for getting their leg blown off below the knee. He tries to only take jobs that require little or no death and dosn't directly involve damage on a massive scale. He's rather seclusive since he's been in the job for quite a while now, but he still has his emotions and personality with people he trusts.

Weapons: He always has on him his red 9 and 50 extra clips of ammo hid under his coat. It's hard to describe his shooting ability. With other found firearms he is a professional since he has at least some training with them. But with his own, personal handgun he is near god-like. He has tweaked and tuned his handgun to the point of perfection. There has never been anyone that good with a gun as he is with his red 9. He has the ability to fire it as fast as physically possible and have every shot accuratly and deliberatly place. But only with his personal gun. He's not very good at melee combat and he's no faster or stronger than a well conditioned human, his strong point his his gunfighting ability and tactics.

www.chinaclassiccar.org/mau%20red%209.jpg

Speical moves: He has none.

[The Waffle King]

A couple days ago I thought of a way to have started Valtiel as a good guy. I think I actually like it a little more than what I'm doing now. ^_^ I think I'll write out the backstory here.




Somewhere among the rolling dunes of the desert, there lay a small monestary. A very small cult resides there, away from civilized society so that they may practice their religion without outside interference. They belive that the element of prosperity is the god's gift to humanity and the ultimate test for them to prove their worth and exattain enlightenment. They believe in several deities, all of which rule over different aspects of life and nature. Some are angelic while others appear to be evil, but they all represent the different parts life one must attain purity in to be considered worthy of enlightenment. They didn't preach to outsiders nore attempt to convert anyone, they believed in free will and moral purity. It is also kept at a fairly informal atmostphere because execive formality breeds a sense of inequality. But not everyone thought that peace could solve all problems.

A hooded young man, about 22 years old, knelt in front of a large stone statue of a smiling motherly figure. He finished his nightly prayers with the goddess of the sun and new life, Lobsil Vith. He ended the prayer in his monestary's ancient language and rose to his feet. He pulled back the large hood on his simple brown robe to reveal his face. His brown wavy hair was chin length, which was covered in a thin layer of stubble. He smiled as he looked up at the peaceful statue. His thoughts were interrupted by a voice.

Monk: Brother Val, there you are!

Valentine turned and greeted his friend with a smile.

Valentine: Hey Brother Markus!

Markus: Me and the others were thinking of getting in a quick game of soccer before it got too dark out, you wanna come?

Valentine: Sorry, I have some work to do. But you guys have fun.

Markus ran off to join the others. Valentine exited one of several small shrines. He watched the setting sun as he made his way back to his hut to work on transcribing the old texts to new books so that his religion wouldn't die with age. He sat in his humble hut, copying texts to newer tomes by candle light. His mind wandered as he copied, back to his childhood and how he came upon this group of extrodinarily nice people. He was too lost in thought to hear the yelling.

(im leaving this part out just for the heck of it, maybe ill use it some other time so i dont want to ruin stuff)

The group's cheiftan coughed as we has lifted by the neck of his robe by one of the generals of the Senate.

General: I'll ask you one more time old man, tell me where the element is or I will make you regret it.

Chieftan: I *cough* I told you, I don't know! The gods will reveal its location at the proper time.

General: Stop giving me this crap!

He threw the chieftan to the ground and looked back at his men with a smirk.

General: These fools obviously don't know anything, lets make sure they don't interfere with the plan later on, if you catch my drift.

The other soldier's chuckled and cocked their weapons.

General: Make sure no one leaves the place alive.

The soldiers scattered and proceded to open fire on the monestary. Valentine was startled back to reality by the sudden hail of gunfire, he dropped the pen and immediatly rushed outside. Fire was already spreading in the front of the monestary. He was in total shock, his whole body shook with fear. He saw a soldier trudging up the lane, Valentine couldn't even get a single syllable out before a bullet tore through his shoulder. He stumbled back and looked at his bleeding shoulder, then back at the soldier in absolute horror. He was smiling, the soldier was actually smiling as he shot him. Valentine turned and ran as a flurry of bullets whized by him. He turned a corner to find two more of them finishing off Markus, he staggered and headed the other way. Another bullet caught his leg and he began to hobble, his slowed pace only game the soldiers enough time to aim as his lung was peirced.

He pushed through the doors of the first building he could find, one of the shirnes. He mustered his strength to close and latch the heavier wooden doors. The door banged as the soldiers tried to get in, he whinced at every creak the door made thinking it would be the last thing he would hear. He lived in this moment of terror for what seemed like an eternity before the pounding finally stopped. He was starting to have a hard time breathing as he could only hear muffled gunshots. A thump on the ceiling broke the relative silence, moments later flames began to lick down at him. The shrine was set ablaze and he was left for dead. He just stared at the fire as it consumed the building.

Out of desperation, he turned toward the statue of whatever this shrine was in tribute to. He looked up at a massive obsidian statue. It depicted the goddess of judgment and punishment, a diety with a less than kind but necessary role. It had the body of a woman but its head was a gruesome antelope skull, behind which flared out a pair of bat like wings. Her thing hands and fingers tipped with pointed nails stretched out to her sides in an almost aggresive manner. Her name was Samael, and she was a fearsome sight to behold. He clasped his bloodied hands together and prayed. He prayed for help, for the power to stop this sensess violence. He wanted to save them, his friends and family. He just wanted peace. There was nothing, he began to think his words had fallen on deaf ears.

There were no more gunshots, only footsteps as they looked for survivors. The flames crept down the walls, it was like being locked in hell. But the silence was once again broken by a voice, but unlike any he had heard before. The voice brushed away the sound of the flames and lumbering death outside, it made him feel completely isolated. The meandering fire around him seemed to move in slow motion, bluring together like looking at something through dirty glass. He flet the presense of something in front of him, he looked up. There sat Samael like she always had, but now she shone through as flesh and blood. The eyeless skull scanned him as she spoke.

Samael: You say you want to stop this killing?

Valentine stared in awe for a moment and simply nodded.

Samael: I've watched this, I've watched them kill your loved ones, they tried to kill you too.

Valentine whinced, weather it be from his slowly filling lung or remember the face of Markus as he was gunned down.

Samael: Do you wish to seek vengence upon these souls?

Valenine thought about it, of course he wanted to, in fact he would take joy in taking the lives of those who brought so much pain into his life. But he knew better, he knew what irreprible damage revenge could bring. He knew how hatred corrupted the hearts of many a men. He looked back up to the awaiting goddess.

Valentine: No, anger only breeds more anger. I would be a fool to carry out vengence for myself.

Samael: You are dying while the rest of your friends are already dead, yet you wish not to avenge them?

Valentine: Vengence is never satisfying, only justice.

Samael extended her arms and held his face, the pain flowed out from his body. He felt like he weighed nothing at all.

Samael: Then, my child, you shall be my instrument of justice. Punish these wrongdoers and trace their line of trechery back to their leader, this organization of harm has gone on long enough. Take up thine sword of attonment and do my bidding, my punisher, my Valtiel.

Red light engulfed the shrine as power surged through Valentine's body. He felt himself changing has he was cocooned in light. His mind was completely calm as the shrine collapsed around him and the goddess.

The general smirked as he stroled through the demolished monestary. The death, the destruction, all from his whim. He stopped and watched as the last shrine collapsed in flames. A soldier swaggered up and bragged about trapping one of the monks inside and setting it ablaze, the general smiled and congratulated him. They had watched the fire for long enough and turned to go. But something moved in the rubble, sending dancing embers into the night sky. A broken statue rolled off of a humanoid figure. The general chucked, pulled a pistol from his belt, and emptied the clip into the figure.

Valtiel watched as the bullets tore through his flesh but without any pain. The wounds closed immediatly, leaving him unscathed. He felt strong, almost invincible. He scanned the soldiers with his mind's eye, only hesitating for a second uppon realizing he could see with no physical eyes. He was getting strange feelings as he focused on each person. He felt their karma, their previous doings. The voice entered his mind again.

Samael: What you feel is the weight of their deeds, give them only what they have given.

He felt it, he could feel the rage and murderous auras of them all. When his attention fell upon the general he recieved more than just a feeling. He say images flash past in this mind, instances of all the times the general had committed the most hanous of crimes. An uncontrolable urge took over Valtiel's body, he had a thrist to match those auras with devine judgment, and with the sins they have committed, that judgment was death.

The general looked on in horror as the figure still stood unmoved. It's head snapped up and twitched a bit. The general stapped back and, with only a moment of hesitation, ordered his men to kill it. The bullets had no effect on the creature as it pulled a huge ash covered cleaver from the rubble and lifted it without the slightest sign of burden.

Valtiel moved with unnatural speed, his body almost acting on its own as he gave himself to the urge inside him. He watched himself slay the soldiers without mercy, yet felt no remorse. This was his job, his duty to punish the wicked, and he knew he only gave to them what was deserved. No more, no less.

The general actually begged for forgivness as he cowered at the feet of Valtiel. He whispered to the general's mind with his own.

Valtiel: This is your forgivness, your attonment. After this your soul's fate is with the gods.


With those words he struck down the general. Valtiel left the burning monestary, but not before praying for all the souls of his friends. He turned toward Midgar, the closest city to the monestary. He could feel the accumulated sin from even this distance, it was like a becon on the horizon. His duty lead him to that city where he will follow the command of his "employer". Hopefully not all the inhabitants were as bad as he could feel.

[Shadow Phoenix]

Hmmm...I've personally created a number of personalities in the Promised Land that some people might be interested in. I suppose that I could create spoiler-free profiles for all of them...maybe we all could, ja?

My list would include the following (in order of relative importance):

• Keldira
  
• Necrostiana (Fallen Phoenix)
  
• Rivel, Eve, and Teras (Three Priests of the Holy Order of the Magi, sent after Bax to retrieve him)
  
• Hodia Selemon (Bax's best friend, General of Phoeniyan Air Force, presumed deceased (found by Sephiroth X at site of crash))
  
• Photonia Alesti (Bax's first wife, deceased)
  
• Drax Firago (Bax's brother, deceased)
  
• Adi Firago (Bax's father, deceased)
  
• Atara Virka (Bax's mother, deceased)
  
• Galandia Eradonis (Bax's second wife)
  
• Trenix Firago (Bax's nephew, Drax's son)
  
• Jax Firago (Bax's son (w/ Photonia))
  
• Relois Virka (Bax's uncle, Atara's brother)
  
• Miclimonr Svelsthur Boweldurxten a.k.a. Mike (Bax's first friend on Earth, telepath, jumpstarted Bax's knowledge of English)
  

Other Personalities I have not introduced who have had an impact in Bax's life (I may or may not introduce these in flashbacks, no particular order):

• Imina Belera (Bax's sister in law, deceased)
  
• Kashi Veramonde (General, Interplanetary Ambassador of Auralis)
  
• Gilax Selemon (General of Phoeniyan Armed Forces)
  
• Sargasko Brenin (King of Allied Planet)
  
• Blaze Castrophorian (Kisenian Princess)
  
• Artemis (Castrafarion Citizen)
  
• Chath Maral (Phoeniyan Student)
  
• Fopa Torole (Primatan Space Pirate)