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InfinityStream:
Dead Pool... Kidding.

Mr. Hanes [LordofDreams]

Age: 29

Race: Human

Background: Mr. Hanes is a former high ranking mercenary for the Cosa Nostra. Known for being skilled with knives, preferring the feel of a blade in his hands as compared to the feel of a gun that many other Cosa Nostra prefer. His kill record includes his former Senior Mafiosi under the orders of another Senior Mafiosi from another high ranking clan in Sicily. Escaping 'prosecution' from his old clan, he uses his newly gained connections to escape to New York, taking on the alias 'Mr. Hanes'. He is normally seen wearing a black suit with a white fedora in whatever city he's currently in. He can, however, take on many other disguises quite skillfully; much better than most other Cosa Nostra.

Personality wise, he's mostly stable outside of a battle or mission. He's polite enough and has a sense of humor, acting the best way when the situation calls for it. However, he tends to have a silver tongue during a hand to hand battle, provoking his opponent in ways only he could. Meaning he can piss of demons to the point where they forget basic rules of battle and just rush him while they're completely open.

He considers himself a 'Lord Of Dreams' having both the money and skill to grant any wish or dream to any he deems either worthy or needy of his help.

Curse: Color Blind

A seemingly simple curse. He can't see colors. However, considering his line of work, he's forced to pay attention to the smallest of details when taking out a target. He can't focus on colored details (which make up the bulk of target descriptions), such as what color the target will be wearing or what kind of mineral is on his ring; instead, he is forced to look his target in the face and confirm the man before finally pulling off the kill and collecting the reward.

It does grant him much sharper vision than most. The black and white world becomes much clearer, granting him 30/30 vision. (If it's even possible :P)

It also renders him angrier than hell when he wants to look at something and get a color.

Theme Song: Boin VS Boin

tigershark13:

Character sheet - Please submit your characters in this format:
Name: Stefan Tarvitz
age: 24
Race:Human
appearance: Stefan never quite has the same appearance the same way due to the nature of his curse but there are always a number of constants, the first is that he will generally wear a well-fitting tailored suit, he will almost always smell of cigarette smoke and he always speaks in an English accent. Stefan's current body is around 6" in height, he has a short cut blonde hair with a slightly receding hairline and looks to be about 27, his eyes are a cold blue and he appears to look relatively handsome
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Background: Stefan was an Englishman who seemed to end up just about everywhere in the world, in fact, most did not know him by Stefan but instead by whatever name he'd told them. Stefan was a con man, he made his living from the greed and stupidity of others and it turned out that he was in fact rather good at it, amassing himself a small fortune even if he had made a LOT of enemies, many of which were the law enforcement agencies of this world. That was until he disappeared into the ether 4 months ago. The completeness of his disappearance has concerned the FBI and the UK anti-fraud squad, the last solid proof of him still existing was a short piece of CCTV footage of him helping an old man to his feet, just before the camera cuts out...

Curse: Stefan's curse is a somewhat apt one, particularly for someone who spends his life taking on others identities. The demon granted him a "gift" that was almost two-fold, the ability for his mind and "soul" to live forever and the ability to control new bodies if his own one failed him. However taking control of another is not so easy and often results in a vicious mental battle for control of the body and switching between personalities and identities so often run the risk of loosing oneself.

Sample RP: Stefan stared into the mirror and ran a hand through his hair, looking into the mirror with a slight smirk as he rolled his shoulders and murmured to himself "Guess I got lucky with this one..." as he began to look around the apartment, doing his best to ignore the nagging voice in the back of his mind. He threw open a cupboard and whistled as he saw a few rather nice Italian suits hanging up and he picked one up to place upon the bed as he continued to search the apartment, finding the usual mix of objects, embarrassing and not, including what appeared to be a platinum credit card. He let out a slight sigh as he slammed the last drawer shut "But he wasn't a smoker... I suppose I shall need to visit the shops..." an amused smirk crossed Stefan's face

Ren:
Name: Ren Amelia Porter [Ren]

Age: 23

Race: Human

Appearance: Wavy ginger hair that flows past her shoulders; very pale skin; big, indigo eyes; roughly average 5'5"

Curse: Her curse is simple: illusions no one else can see, hear, or feel/touch but her. She can't control them unfortunately though, she's never has been able to. Not only that, but she can no longer tell when something is an illusion or real, a distinction she lost months into the curse appearing at age sixteen. How did she get the curse? Simple: her twin sister made a deal to keep Ren safe whilst she was dying. As a result, Rei's soul went to the demon and the deal slightly backfired onto Ren in a way her twin didn't mean. A possible cure? Her husband, a "life weaver". Due to physical touch between them, Ren is able to see the "weave of life", which automatically rids of any current illusions due to them not existing in the web. {More details on this will be in his profile.}

Background: Born to protective, loving parents, Ren and Rei had a nice childhood. Their family was fairly well off (money wise) and her father had a sturdy job whilst her mother was a stay-at-home mom. Cherise homeschooled the twins and so they didn’t get out much. There weren’t many other children on their street to play with, with the exception of Jeb Porter. Ren, Rei, and Jeb used to play for hours and hours in either of their houses or in the forest neighboring the street. As the girls grew older and middle school came, they managed to convince their mother to let them go to a private school verses being homeschooled. They started sixth grade in their first adventure of an actual school. Going to school upheld the friendship between the twins and Jeb and allowed them to spend a bit more time together.
   When Ren and Rei were thirteen, their parents perished in a car crash on a rainy night. Ren and Rei barely survived, spending weeks in the hospital following the crash. Once recovered, the girls were forced to move away to their Aunt Edith’s, who now had custody of them, being the only other living relative.
   The move and loss of parents wedged a void between the twins and Jeb, who lost touch following the move.
   Their aunt, who was extremely wealthy, was kind, but she wasn’t a good “mother”. The girls isolated themselves from everyone but each other. Nearly two years after the fatal car crash, Rei was diagnosed with Leukemia. Her battle lasted a mere five months before the disease claimed her life. Ren struggled afterwards in both school and life in general. She found it difficult to sleep at night, difficult to focus on her schoolwork, and lost the willpower to care. As her life seemed to be collapsing around her, she began to see things. Random things at random times, for no reason. No one else could see, hear, or feel these illusions and it wasn’t long before she lost her grip on what was real and what was not.
   Years slipped by, barely passing school and graduating. Once eighteen, high school done, Ren moved out of her aunt’s estate and got her own apartment in the city. She got a job as a bookkeeper at the local bookstore. Books were always a bit of a distraction from the illusions that plagued her. But only a bit. One day, whilst stocking the shelves, she bumped into a familiar person. (literally...) Although it was six years later, it was undeniably Jeb.
   The two quickly reconnected and their friendship was renewed, meanwhilst love flourished between the them. Over the first few weeks, Ren began to realize that it wasn’t coincidence that her illusions didn’t come around when she was Jeb. It was Jeb himself. Something about him prevented her from seeing anything but the truth. At least most the time, with an occasional exception. Ren found it difficult to be away from Jeb for both this reason and finding herself in love. At twenty, the pair happily tied the knot and have been living a quiet life since. Well, as quiet as it could be with a woman like her.

Sample:
She tilted her head as her eyes grew wider, letting her feet lead her off the cracked sidewalk in a trance-like state. What she saw couldn't be true, and yet she couldn't help but follow on a false hope. A light breeze drifted through the autumn air, a soft, echoing laugh riding with it, as she paused at the edge of the bushes. It was coming from within there, hiding amongst the dying foliage. Ren reached up and forced the branches and leaves to part, a glimmer of orange catching her eye between two trees. Wiggling between the parted brush, she continued on, ignoring the new cuts adorning her bare arms. She took a few more steps before coming to a halt in realization of the forest's silence, straining her ears to hear the laughter. There. Renewed hope flared through her chest as she bolted after the girl she glimpsed behind a fallen log. She couldn't understand why the girl wanted to run from her, never looking back but with a teasing laugh that strung Ren along. However, it wasn't too long before the girl came to a sudden stop, standing still with her back turned towards Ren. Tilting her head once again, the woman slowly reached out to touch the girl on the shoulder.

Ren! The hand gripping her arm jolted her out of her trance, the girl vanishing at once. Blinking in confusion, she looked from the empty space to her husband's face. The worry on his face was obvious, paired with a bit of confusion of his own. You just.. Ran off. His words were broken by panting, a clear sign of running. He must've followed her. What happened?

I just thought I saw.. Her eyes drifted from his face to where the girl had been standing seconds ago before shaking her head roughly. No no.. It was just me as a child.



** NOTE 1: For anyone who was with Shion when we had the original EG forum, you'll recognize me. :P Same girl, same story, same curse. I'm thrilled to bring her back.

** NOTE 2: Jeb is another RPer who is currently away due to rl. When he returns, he'll get his profile set up as well. He's also the same character as the original Jeb on the original EG forum.

** NOTE 3: I lost everything when the forum closed because I was slacking, so Rei's name may change. I believe it's right because of the meaning between her and Ren, but I don't remember it being THAT close. Not that it really matters for anyone, throwing it out there. :P

Hollow nyan-chan:
Name: Eric Talvian [White_Shadow]

Age: 28

Race: Human

Appearence: Eric is 6", has platinum/silver looking hair that is almost shoulder length and he is lightly tanned.
He mostly uses a trench coat or a black suit in both Hell and the real world.

Curse: Shadow Being - Eric's curse, or the so called "Blessing" of the devil, allows him to "jump" between shadows and "create" weapons that's made of shadows. He can only jump roughly around 100 feet within shadows. As he is a being of shadow, he is greatly weakened and can not use his abilitys when there is only open places with a lot of light, either sun or a couple of lamps.
The curse has a life itself, like a second personality of Eric, and it craves for fights, blood and death. Eric has to fight mentally with this being all the time, and even more when he uses the abilitys.

Background: Eric worked at a company that made different kinds of programs for computers as a team leader for the development department. At the evenings he trained his Martial Arts. He trained martial arts because he found it interesting, and it's a way to keep himself in good health. A couple of kids from the neighborhood was interested in martial arts, and he found it interesting so he started to give them some lessons in martial arts, not complicated ones, or dangerous moves that could be lethal.
One evening he was going on as usual, then he noticed an old man in need of help across the street. Right after helping the old man, Eric just blacked.

Sample RP: Eric looked out the window from the apartment and sighed. It was gonna be a sunny day today. He walked across the room to the kitchen and poured some whiskey into his glass. Eric walked towards the window at the other side of the room with his drink and watched out the window so he could see if something interesting was going on. Just when he turned around from the window he heard the police sirens and turned back to see what was happening.
"Shit, are they searching for me? or are there some other guy in this hotel they want?" Eric said and swept his drink. He got dressed quickly and jumped through the shadows to an alley of the backside of the hotel. He walked down the alley and disappeared within the shadows.

Shion:
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