Valkyries: Occult Warfare (OOC)

[StormWolf]

This RolePlay is rated Mature for the usual suspects: Violence, Gore, Occult and Satanic references, Language, Sexual Situations, Nudity, and all things that fall therein. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here!



“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown"
Howard Phillips Lovecraft

IC Thread

The World as we see it – our History – is incomplete. The true picture has been cropped and cut to best protect the feeble minds of mankind, sheltering them from the cold, dark, and malicious things that twist and constrict at the edges of their perception. Why do you think we mortals have an unexplainable fear of the dark and unknown? An innate distrust of what cannot be explained? Ever since we had discovered fire to protect us from what lurked in the shadows, we have huddled close to the flickering light of civilization, doomed to be snuffed out by the darkness that claws and slithers its way ever closer. Every creature that used to squat in the mud, grow in the night, and yet answers to Death’s Toll see themselves as the pinnacle of evolution, parading themselves as the chosen of their one-and-only god, the chosen of Gaia, or some other such delusion of grandeur. Humans, Vampires, Shape-changers, even the ageless Sidhe fall into such trappings. It is the feeble defense of a mewling child before the eternal and inconceivable vastness of the Outer Darkness. But not all is lost.

There have been those who stood valiantly in the face of such voracious darkness throughout the ages. With the vastness of the world, ideology, and culture separating these courageous souls, they remained united by one singular purpose greater than all others – Preserve the Balance.

What is the Balance, you might ask?

The balance of the world we know and the world we do not. The secret world running parallel with the mortal world. A cosmic-level arcane force binding everything together, a balance of karma; Light and Dark, Creation and Void . Whenever the Balance tips, reality heaves. Fire falls from the skies, rivers run with blood, floods consume the planet, and plagues return entire Empires to dust. The vigil kept by these fiery spirits is thankless and will at times fail, but without them, the world would be a dark and primordial hell. The greater the vigil grew, the more sophisticated they had to become, using a marriage of mortal and supernatural resources to keep both worlds in check. But the Vigil is a mere calling - a shimmering blade in need of a firm hand against the terror of the Nevermore. In a world where one is surrounded by secrets, knowledge is power. The power of prophecy, to See and Listen to the true nature of the world. Such is the burden and terrible power of the Oracles.

Oracles are mortals bestowed with vast knowledge of things peculiar, queer, and unnatural. Many are lost to the pages of history along with the rest of the secret world, but there are some who, during times of great upheaval, drew attention to the eternal struggle. Gilgamesh, Moses, Jesus, Mohammed, Buddha, Edgar Allen Poe, H.P. Lovecraft – all of them were Oracles who spoke with the Vigil through their works, some of them even taking up the sword themselves. To be an Oracle is an ancient birthright as well as a curse. As one Oracle dies, the next will be born. An unspoken Law of the Balance is that there must always be five Oracles alive at one time. To break the chain of reincarnation would leave the world defenseless to the most sinister of threats from beyond. Despite the efforts of many down the aeons, the mantle of Oracle is not something that can be bred. It is something bestowed seemingly by Providence at birth. When an Oracle is born, a psychic shockwave is felt around the world, most potently by the others of their kind. They will begin experiencing the World-Dream as soon as their mind has matured enough to process such information; usually between 5-9 years of age, depending on the stage of mental maturation.

Initiate the Secret Histories

In 1935, at the rise of the National Socialist Party in Germany, one of the strongest Cabal in the world was brought under the rule of Heinrich Himmler. The Ahnenerbe lent their services to the Nazi party and in turn were provided with resources they needed to further their cause. The cause of the Ahnenerbe was to trace occultism to its primordial roots through any means, and discover how and why Oracles are made. They believed that peace could only be achieved by the eradication of the Nevermore, the Secret World, the shadowy realm from where all things mortals deem supernatural spawn from, and where all spirits go to when their life in the Mortal Realm ends. So obsessed with their cause, they delved into the Black Arts, forbidden by the Laws of the Accords, and as a result spurred one of the bloodiest conflicts in human history.

The other Cabals met in secret, agreeing that by the Laws, the Ahnenerbe were to be ostracized and outcast, their names stricken from all records. They were labeled as traitors to the Balance and a threat to both worlds. As such, a new Cabal was made, one whose like had never been conceived before. It was called ‘Task Force Valkyrie’. From all across the world, from many secret societies, covens, and other Cabals, one member was to be offered to the ‘Valkyries’, the best they had. They would be entrusted with the means and authority to hunt the Ahnenerbe and any other Cabal that strays from the Laws, and terminate them. They were meant to be the keen edge of the Balance, to be thrust into the heart of any force from either side that sought to plunge the world into abandon.

Task Force Valkyrie was deployed to counter the expeditions of the Ahnenerbe and their terrible experiments with black magic and occult fringe science. The first time these two forces clashed was upon the misty hills of Karelia, by the White Sea, where the German Occultists were attempting to replicate ancient pagan spells from the local tribes. They would clash again in Tibet, Africa, and various other locations across the world fabled for their natural draw of supernatural power. While the Second World War raged, the Ahnenerbe and the Valkyries fought their own secret war of the occult. This is known to those with the Knowledge as the War of the Broken Vigil, or simply the Shadow War.

As World War II came to a close, the Ahnenerbe scattered, going underground and assumed destroyed before the Axis collapsed completely under the crippling weight of the Allies. With the Anenherbe defeated, the Valkyries had one grim duty left in order to maintain the Balance. While mostly unsuccessful, the SS Occult Division had succeeded in developing some near-Oracle beings, which of course, needed to be terminated as well as the research that had created them.

Onward from their founding, Task Force Valkyrie remained the iron fist of the Balance, tracking and hunting those who sought to bring about chaos through occult means. Should the other Vigils fail in their duty to protect the Oracles, the Valkyries will swoop in with cold steel and hot lead, much like their namesake. Should it be required, they may be called to terminate a rogue Cabal just as violently as they might burn out a rabid Vampire nest.

The Valkyries are usually humans of either great skill, grit, or with some manner of special ability or relic. Occasionally, non-human creatures can be brought on board as a member so long as they are not beings of magic, since magic tends to wreak havoc on technology. This means werewolves (and/or other shapeshifters), vampires (depending on the species), and other such worldly monsters of the flesh. Creatures from the Nevermore, including daemons, angels (or the combination of the two), and fae cannot be admitted because of their ethereal nature and general cavalier attitude towards mortals. One cannot be expected to defend those they ultimately have no care for in the grand scheme.


You are to be a Valkyrie: the first and final safeguard of both the World-That-Is-Known and the Secret World. The bastion against which the unnatural storms of ages break. They are an organization with roots back to the dawn of civilization, when mortals finally stood a chance against those who haunt in the dark. Unlike their cross-bearing cousins, it is not the place of the Valkyries to terminate the supernatural wherever it may be found. Their prerogative isn’t to use the Knowledge of Truth to turn a profit as the Illuminated Ones do, nor do they seek to open the eyes of the World to that which goes bump in the night No, it is the tireless vigil of a Valkyrie to maintain balance between Man and Monster, to keep the eyes of the world closed to the shadows that lurk within shadows so that the nightmare may pass. They are the last remaining Cabal to do so, and are loathed by many for it. Uncompromising and incorruptible in their purpose, they stand armed against the march of ages and the rising tides that wish to consume them, and in turn, the World.


This is tale is what can be best surmised as a military urban fantasy. You will fill the shoes of a Valkyrie - a specially trained and outfitted individual, mortal or otherwise, who is trusted with keeping the World of Man and the World of Monsters from destroying one another. The keys to this balance are the Five Oracles. There are only ever five in the world at a time, and it is through them that the greatest threats to Creation can be fought. Not all Oracles will be on the side of the Valkyries, though. In fact, they may only get one, if they are so lucky. Think of the Valkyries’ vigil as a lone candle in the darkness, burning on both ends. They are ultimately alone in their fight. While they may have their allies of convenience, when the chips are down, you can only really trust the brothers and sisters who bear the Mark of the Valkyries (as seen at the top of the page.)

Spoiler: Armory 

As one may expect, The Valkyries employ a vast armory of modern and antique weaponry, as well as a large collection of relics, foci, and other occult paraphernalia. You would be hard-pressed to find any other organized task force using a medieval sword alongside a cutting edge assault rifle. There are, of course, limitations depending on scarcity/rarity of relics and just how much the Valkyries can afford.

Runic Rifling - In the past hundred years or so, gun barrels have been grooved in order to put an addition topspin on bullets, increasing their overall accuracy. In the Valkyries, their weapon smiths have mastered the art, inlaying minuscule rune scrawls into the barrel. As the weapon is fired, the runes are carved into the bullet as it passes through the barrel, effectively enchanting the bullet. The downside of this is, of course, that each enchanted bullet draws from the user’s Anima - their power source. It will ultimately tire the user out in quick order if used in too-quick of a succession. As such, Runic Rifling is not common on automatic weapons.

Engraving/Relic Modification - Aside from making one’s weapon look pretty, engraving the weapon or adorning it with some manner of relic will endow it with some kind of constant effect. This requires a large Anima draw when the modifications are made, though their payoff is often lesser than something that requires the allotment of Anima for each use. Bullets and blades can also be engraved or endowed with relic properties as they are made.

Military Modifications - What would be considered standard military upgrades and modifications to weapons, but with a slight flare for the supernatural. Iron core rounds, silver-plated grenades, UV flashlights, and so forth.

[u]Foci[/u -] What many would consider a wizard’s tools of the trade. Foci are a means of channeling Anima/Arcane into physical energy, often activated by a spoken word. While any magi can manifest the Anima or Arcane without a foci, only the most disciplined can do so cleanly. The greater majority will have their spell fall out of control, or even backfire. Foci - staves, wands, rods, crystal balls, chains, essentially anything that can direct a magi’s power, are a way of directing and focusing their Anima.

These are simply examples. Feel free to take liberties so long as they are balanced.

Spoiler: Cosmic Forces 

There are forces in creation that predate light and gravity, binding all that was made in the First Age together in the life-stream of magic. With the progression of the Ages, the primordial magic developed as life changed across the planes of reality. Reaching arms of the “World Tree” - called ley lines in the crude spoken languages of this aeon, bind the unfathomable fragments of uncounted realities together.

Anima

Anima has many names through the ages and across cultural borders. Some call it Chi, others Spirit, Faith, Mana, and even Devilry. To put it simply, Anima is one’s vital energy – the power of the life given metaphysical form. The harmonization of the spiritual and physical resonances with that of the cosmos, creating what is a potent, malleable aura. A soul. There are those in the world who can actively tap into their Anima and manifest its power in a multitude of ways. Some may conjure up a firestorm with their Anima, others may use it to shift from woman to wolf, while another may use it to bolster their body to effectively become superhuman. Whispers say that there are some who can tap into the Anima of the world, even the vastness of the cosmos, but such power requires skill, and there may be fewer than twenty of such practitioners between all the realities found within the World Tree’s reach.

To tap into one’s Anima is such a way is tiring, though practice and effort will increase one’s threshold for continued use, just like exercising the body. Do so cautiously, though, for your Anima is your life-force. It is a spring that will refill over time, so long as it is not tapped dry. The fate of many untrained practitioners has been the over-draw of power, their own spell killing them through sheer exertion. To have one’s Anima extinguished is to have their soul destroyed.

Therefore, one can conclude that creatures of the undead and un-life do not have a source of Anima. They are essentially hollow husks, puppets on the strings of one with great power. There are certain arcane disciplines that allow one to draw - or feed - off of the Anima of others (some breeds of vampires are sustained as such) rather than simply using their own. Necromancers and Warlocks tend to use such tricks, and will often go mad in short order as a result. Anima is the soul of a person, all of their thoughts and memories and emotions given quantifiable form. To tap into that is to see the life of another as you suck them dry, but through one’s own perception. Soon, the Warlock will not know which memories are theirs, and often develop multiple personalities.

Spoiler: Oracles 

As stated in the preface, there are only ever five Oracles alive at one time in the world. As such, their roles in the story are very important, even exclusive. If you have any desire to play an Oracle, know that is will require lots of communication with me behind the scenes. Add-me-on-skype kind of collaboration. I will probably only allow one Oracle character in the roster, and that will go to whomever presents me the best Oracle sheet. Yes, it is an audition role, essentially.

Spoiler: That Which Goes Bump in the Night 

Over the march of centuries, those that combat the darkness or maintain the Balance have developed a way of categorizing opponents, known and mysterious. As sciences advanced and intellectuals were brought into the fold of the various Cabals, there exists a completely valid branch of cryptozoology.

Spoiler: Hominids 

Code: Mike: Mortal, Mundane, “Mundy”
Humans desperately seek the monsters among them, either literally or figuratively. Ironically, of all the monsters that call the Earth their home – most doing so since before Earth had such a name – none have done the planet such widespread harm as humans. Despite what some may have you think, Adolf Hitler was a human being, not some reptilian from the Core. Bin Ladin was a man under the influence of no greater demon than his own delusions and ambitions. Because of this, Hominids are listed in the Valkyrie Codex, taking into account the great diversity of human physiology and psychology, and how drastically one or both can change under the influences of the supernatural. To put in plainly, a Hominid is any threat that is of human origin to the Balance.

When facing a Code: Mike, many Cabals approach the situation with amateur cavalier, leading to unmarked graves and empty chairs at empty tables. By its nature, a Code: Mike implies that the threat is something more to warrant calling in a Cabal. Cultists performing a blood rite, necromancy, occupation of a ley line convergence, and possession of a dangerous relic all fall under a Code: Mike operation.

Spoiler: Cryptids 

Code: Foxtrot; Ferals
Called “creatures of the night” by the dramatic, despite few of them being exclusively nocturnal, Cryptids are animals that have existed in folklore and mythology, but never been concretely proven. Not all cryptids are innately magical, but they have something about them that sets them apart from the standard flora and fauna of the Known World.

Being such a broad spectrum, Code: Foxtrot requires knowing what you are hunting to avoid becoming the hunted. Being creatures that have avoided concrete discovery in the modern world, cryptids have a high tolerance to many common toxins and poisons, and are often of a greater constitution than other animals of their size.

Spoiler: Anthrocryptids 

Code: Alpha; Anthros, Abnormal, Abomination
Beings of legend and myth that are deserving of the fear and reverence they were paid in bygone times, anthrocryptids are the creatures that the limelight so dearly loves: vampire, werewolf, wendigo, sasquatch and so on. What separates a cryptid from a anthrocryptid falls to cognitive thought and magical origin. On average, anthrocryptids are as smart as humans and can blend into human environments easily. Some, like the infamous bigfoot, cling close to their ancestral breeding grounds despite human expansion, but make themselves extremely difficult to seek out.

Much like the cryptids, a Code: Alpha incidents require much planning and preparation if time permits. Depending on the creature, they may have only particular physical weaknesses. Bring a big gun with the wrong ammunition, you may as well have brought a little-league nerf bat. Marking the midway point between cryptids and hominids, anthrocryptids are considered high-threat when on the opposing side. Not only do they possess intelligent, sentient thought, but anthrocryptids also have a wide repertoire of physiological and magical boons, depending on the species.

Spoiler: Phantasms 

Code: Echo; Ethereal
When a being dies, it’s Anima leaves an imprint on the physical and metaphysical fabric of our reality. This phantasm is an echo of what the person was and reflects how they died. A sweet old woman who passed away in her sleep will leave a miniscule imprint, able to be touched by those she knew through ritual or prayer, but sometimes not even able to respond. Should a bitter young man be run down and lynched for being different, that can result in something far different. Far more dangerous.

Little is known of Phantasms, as much of their being revolves around the greatest mystery to mortals: death. Scholars on the ethereal, including ectomancers and demonologists, have theory and formulae. However, if you ask ten different demonologists how best to deal with a phantom, you will get ten different answers… none of which may work, because of the phantom’s nature. Some particularly powerful Anima imprints or true crimes against humanity can spawn spectres of legend. The Revenant, Banshee, and Poltergeist are prime examples of a “phantasmic apex predator”.

Spoiler: Code: Croatoan 

Coratoan is a moniker for haunted, unholy, and otherwise supernaturally malicious locations. Such locales are often located along a particularly powerful ley line, or even in a ley line nexus. The more power flowing through a ley line, the thinner the veil is between cosmic planes. Depending on which plane(s) seep through, it will have all manner of unpredictable effects on the location.

Spoiler: “Code: Omega” 

CLASSIFIED

Spoiler: The Rules 

I am GM, I am the Law
Don’t be a dick to your fellow players, but feel free to have your character be a dick [within reason].
I reserve the right to accept or deny character sheets as I see fit. There is no cookie-cutter, here. Make characters you want to play, but also make characters other players want to interact with.
This is not a “three strikes” RP. This is a “I will tolerate (X)” RP. If you make a few mistakes here and there, fine. If you royally screw the pooch once, pack your bags.
Try and post often, but more than quantity I want quality.
All RPA Rules & Regs apply.
No godmodding, no railroading, no powerplaying.
I will not accept characters that have a high chance of exploitation. You are free to submit character attempts until I tell you to stop. Chances are if you aren’t accepted within the first 3 tries, you aren’t getting in.
Spell/grammar check please.
I reserve the right to add/change/remove rules as I see fit.
Character death is a real threat, but you’ll know when/if it comes. Poor decisions will become the bed you’ll need to sleep in. Character death is not a gimmick.
If you have read all the rules and you agree to abide by them, write “Ia! Ia! Cthulhu fhtagn!” at the top of your character sheet.
Do not start your character with a call sign. It will be up to your peers to come to agreement and assign you one. For those assigning, be appropriate and mature. If it comes to it, I’ll decide a call-sign.
When submitting your character sheet, be sure to PM me with at least 2 Breaking Points; at least 1 physical and 1 mental.
Have fun, damn you!

Spoiler: Valkyrie Mission Files 

Spoiler: Prologue - Genesis 

October 31st, 14 years ago - 11:50 PM local time

In a time-lost city of sandstone and ancient rites, a woman is held captive in a cyclopean temple beneath the shifting sands of Egypt, bathed in the scintillating light of the gibbous moon. Heavy with child and in the throes of labor, she is guarded by dark-robed and red-masked cultists, clutching serpentine blades and automatic weapons. The woman, once a Valkyrie herself, is to be mother to the next Oracle.

The rest of the Valkyries strike like the Furies themselves, not only for the life of their friend and comrade, but for the rare chance to have an Oracle delivered into their grasp. Outnumbered, outgunned, and fighting on the enemies favored ground, they paid for every inch in blood and toil. Many fell, but not vainly. The shuddering of drums echoed through the dusty catacombs, the air itself trembled in a cold and remembered terror. Breaching the antechamber of the temple, the Valkyries broke the ritual rites of the cultists' high priests with the wrath of the war gods themselves, spiriting their comrade her her unborn away in the night.

In the bitter desert night of Samhain, the mother passed into the Nevermore, giving the last of her Anima to bring the Oracle-child into the world. Carrying the child and her deceased mother away from the cursed place, the vigil of the Valkyries continued, their burden heavier than ever before.

Note: If you wish to make a character with more of a veteran position, I would ask your RP sample involve this scenario in some way. If you wish to make a 'greener' character, you would not be part of this prologue.

Spoiler: Chapter I - Hearts of Stone 

Britannia - the misty isle, the land of druids, colonial lands of the Fey. Walk the rolling emerald hills of this land and you’ll see manors and castles hundreds of years old. Older still are the megalithic standing stones, inscribed in mysterious glyphs and cuneiforms that predate the Romans by thousands of years. To those who know how to use them, these ancient druid-stones are some of the most potent magical foci in recorded history. While many are too massive to move from their nests in the living earth, those small enough to be moved by a single man are closely guarded.

Imagine the icy grasp of fear gripping the occult community when one of these artifices goes missing, it's entrusted keeper found slain in the gutters of London. In a city of millions, one more death is little more than a statistic, even if it is the death of a holy man. However, beneath the surface of the Known World, the secret places and obscure channels were abuzz.

Spoiler: Character Skeleton 

Name: What you call yourself? Call-signs will be appointed to you. Joke’s on you.

Gender: Boy? Girl? Something in-between or far apart?

[b]Race/Species:[b] If you’re not human, how evident is it?

[Age (Real and apparent, if applicable): Are you fifty and look fifty? Are you twenty and look ninety?

Appearance: Please only use a picture if you’ve got something that perfectly describes your character, or you’ve had art commissioned of them, or you’ve drawn them yourself. Otherwise, give me a good description.

Personality: Broad strokes is fine, I don’t need to know every bawdy joke they like to tell. This should not just be a list of character traits; tell me how they see the world, how they think, how they act.

Powers, Traits, and Abilities: Let this cover supernatural powers, mundane skills, and whether or not they’re particularly good at shooting snot-rockets. As above, this should not only be a bulleted list of specific powers. Enough specificity to give me the shape of their abilities is good, a spreadsheet is not.

Standard Loadout: While equipment will vary depending on mission and situational parameters, every member probably has a select few items that they have on them at all times. This should include ‘signature’ weapons and any talismans, relics, or misc foci.
Note: I will not put a set limit on what your character may carry, but it should make sense. I won’t stop you if you want to have a staff, assault rifle, shotgun, hand-cannon, blasting rod, hand grenades, and a baby stroller… but you are going to have to live with carrying all of those in the IC, and I will laugh as you flounder. PS - I probably will stop you if you carry that much shit all the time. Sorry.

Background: Take this opportunity to show me where your character came from, why they became a Valkyrie. This can be a biography, a short story, a comic strip, or whatever.

And if there are parts of your character’s backstory you want to expose through the game, that’s fine. Surprises are always fun for everyone. If you have some ‘under the table’ stuff you want to include, PM me so it can be incorporated, also so I know you aren’t planning on making the descendant of Dagon, or something.

RP Sample: Yeah, you know the drill. 1-3 paragraphs minimum of your character doing something.

Props to Naril for the basis of this Character Skeleton

Spoiler: StormWolf's Character and NPCs 

Spoiler: Nathan Hayder 

Name: Nathaniel Hayder

Gender: Male

Race/Species: Human, Anglo-Saxon Caucasian

Age: 36; and due to years of diligent maintenance, he keeps himself at the apex of physical condition.

Spoiler: Appearance 

-Character art in progress-

Nathan is a firmly built man of notable height and formidable build. Standing at a solid six feet and weighing in at 190 pounds of steely sinew, he is something of an imposing figure. Fair, tattooed skin is stretched over imposing ridges of muscled physique, cutting the hard, sleek silhouette one would expect from an apex predator. Nathan sports masculine jaw and firm, handsome, even wolfish features – a strong nose, strong jaw, and severe brow; all stony planes and angles. Settled into their sockets are eyes like chips of blue-grey ice; cold and severe in their gaze. Atop his head is a tightly cropped mane of sandy hair, cut close to the scalp at the back and sides, leaving enough at the top to style should the occasion arise but not short enough to hide the sneaking wings of silver at his temples. More often than not, Nathan will have a short beard upon his jaw. Borne not out of a fashion standpoint as much a neglect to regularly shave.

The Valkyrie Medics have estimated that roughly twenty-five to thirty percent of Nathan’s body is covered in scar tissue; old wounds inflicted by beast, blade, ballistics, and burns. It is a collection of badges of courage from his years among the Valkyries, and the Krypteia before that. Where scars do not tread, tattoos are often scrawled, nordic and celtic-druidic in origin and design - wards against possession and blessings of battle etched into his very flesh. To those with an inhuman sense of smell, or simply in an intimate proximity to the man, his is a heady scent of a man well-traveled; Nathan has a constant aroma of coffee, leather, cigar smoke, and Old Spice around him.

In his day to day, Nathan dresses himself as if constantly expecting to do some kind of taxing outdoor activity. Always in his steel toed boots, he often wears boot cut jeans or cargo pants with a light long sleeve shirt or a button-down shirt with rolled sleeves. On occasion, he’ll wear his aged leather jacket. Nathan’s operational gear is what one would expect from a modern military operative - full tactical gear, including Crye BDU pants and customised ballistic armor.

Spoiler: Personality 

Nathan is a man of firm temperament. Emotionally stable despite the horrors experienced in the day-to-day, he finds camaraderie with his fellow Valkyries, but remains withdrawn and brusque beyond their tightly knit brotherhood. He is not one to trust easily, and whether a genuine display of apathy or a coping mechanism for the job, he takes a casual and cavalier attitude towards violence and the grotesque. Despite his resilience, he is only a mortal man, and turns to the crutch of stiff drink when the burdens grow too heavy to bear.

Towards the Oracle-child, Nathan is protective in the extreme, and can often be blamed for any attempts to spoil the child rotten. He knows the burden of the Oracles, and that one never really has the opportunity to live a normal life. So to counter-balance the horrible visions and nightmares that plague the Oracles, Nathan seeks to provide some manner of childish joy for the Oracle while he can.

Spoiler: Powers, Traits, and Abilities 

Marksman: Ever since his upbringing in the Krypteia, he has always had a gun either in hand or within reach. At his current level of skill, Nathan can hit a target the size of a tea saucer at seventy yards with a black powder pistol. With a modern rifle, he can hit a target of the same size at over two hundred yards with little assisted aim.

The Iron Way: Lethal up close as he is from afar, Nathan is skilled in close-quarters combat with a mixture of martial arts, armed and unarmed. His choice weapons at the intimate range are knives and short swords. While he would prefer to not get in a position where he is left with just his fists, he is considerably lethal with them, as a proficient practitioner of multiple martial arts. These include Kung Fu, Krav Maga, Silat, Glima, and Wing Chun.

Ironclad: Nathan is naturally tough as nails, as it is just the nature of his life and job. He can withstand terrible beatings and pains of the physical and metaphysical realms. Despite being only human, he can resist the most mental and spiritual torment while still withstand most of the tortures human minds have conjured through history short of anything involving fire. This tolerance stems from no supernatural power or ability, just rigorous mental discipline.

Anima Aegis: Channeling his Anima through an enchanted arm ring, Nathan can manifest a shield of arcane power. While it can stop most kinetic impacts, it does not protect him from auxiliary effects like extreme heat or cold. Being a shield of energy, and therefore translucent, it cannot protect him from bright flashes of light, either. The shield’s diameter is sufficient to protect him from waist to neck.

Anima Adrenaline: Charging his very body with the power of his Anima, Nathan increases his reaction time and physical threshold, allowing him to be faster and stronger than he could ever be without such an ability. Anima Adrenaline dulls pain and clears his mind of distraction, but it does not make him any more resilient to trauma. Anima Adrenaline is the most taxing on his Anima reserves as well as his body. The ‘coming down’ from such a high will usually leave him with shaking hands for a time until he can gather himself.

Reiki - With a peaceful place to rest and meditate, Nathan uses the oriental healing art of Reiki, or “laying on hands.” Doing so is a long process, and cannot be done in the midst of combat. In 8-10 hours of uninterrupted Reiki, Nathan can advance healing by a week.

Spoiler: Standard Loadout 

Spoiler: Weapons 

A Guncrafter Industries Model 2 chambered for .50GI rounds, sporting an extended magazine with a capacity of 12. Nathan has a few magazines of specialty ammunition; specifically silver-jacketed shredder rounds, relic iron slugs, and “saint slugs”. Usually holstered under Nathan’s left armpit via a leather shoulder rig.

Rokkr
Considered Nathan’s “Big Game” pistol. This customized Smith & Wesson 500 magnum is rifled with an enochian curse of enfeeblement, designed to weaken and nullify the Anima of another being.

SAI Tier 1 Custom - Though he only takes this weapon on full tactical operations, Nathan loves his T1. With a 14.5 inch barrel, SAI rail system, and jailbreak muzzle. The rifle is loaded with an ACOG scope and angled red-dot for target acquisition at both long and short range. It’s also equipped with a standard foregrip with a UV combat light. The rifle hangs from a yoke sling around his chest, and it has a suppressor as an option.

Nemaeus- Ever since the first boys of the Krypteia came of age, it has been tradition for the candidates to forge their own blades in the bubbling, volcanic heart of Methana. Even in modern times, the tradition persists. Gathering his own materials and rowing to Methana peninsula on his lonesome, Nathan sought out the forge-priests. Entering the Crucible at the peninsula’s volcanic heart, Nathan forged Nemaeus from relic irons upon the great anvil of Hephaestus. Practiced magi and Anima Spectres from the Nevermore can resist the blade by layering and bolstering their defenses. Being made of layered damask steel, the weapon is an effective tool against ghosts, Fae, and other Nevermore denizens. The sheath, and therefore the blade, are secured to his back via a leather bandolier, the sword’s grip protruding over his right shoulder.

Sawed-off 1887 Winchester Shotgun - Keeping Nemaeus company on his back is a sawed-off lever action shotgun, chambered for 10 gauge shells. The only thing Nathan has that is anything of an heirloom. The barrel is cropped as short as it can go, making it a great weapon for close quarters. The lever is pure iron, engraved with runes and sigils of divine geometry.

Spoiler: Talismans 

Aegis Arm Band - An old norse torc of braided silver, engraved with runes of protection, serving as a foci for Nathan to make his Anima Aegis. The arm ring is clamped around left wrist. The greater the strain put on the Anime Aegis, the hotter the arm ring will get, to the point of Nathan’s left forearm bearing several burn scars.

Spoiler: Background 

Nathan was born into the eldritch truth, ever surrounded by the preternatural world and all of its wonder and horror. On the eve of his seventh birthday, Nathan was handed to the oldest of the Cabals: the Krypteia. His upbringing was Spartan, to say the least, trained to fight the world of the Occult on all sides. To him, monsters were the face of the enemy, nothing but rabble to be subjugated, reminded of their place below humankind. It was in his first assignment at the age of seventeen that had Nathan and a squadron of fellow Kryptei raid a nest of Sirens who had occupied a sacred Atlantean acropolis. Their task was simple - kill anything that moved. To a virginal combatant with delusions of honor, the horrors of the act he and his kin were to commit was lost until the shots started firing. The raid took place in the heart of autumn, when the Pod had just brought young into the world – the den effectively a nursery. Where Nathaniel’s Brothers and Sisters shot, chopped, and burned, the young Aspirant was frozen with a soul-crushing horror. His belief, his spirituality, and his loyalty crushed under the bootheel of Krypteia brutality.

Upon returning to the Grand Acropolis, Nathan made plans to spirit himself away. Taking only the clothes on his back, his shotgun, and his blade, Nathan ran. He was on his own for a year before the Valkyries picked him up, a dirty and desperate vagabond with a very particular set of lethal skills. With their numbers light in that time, he was quickly accepted into their fold, proving to be a valuable asset, quickly finding his footing among them. With the Valkyries, he was not commanded to wantonly murder the the innocent – monster or not. He was a weapon with a just purpose, and against those deserving his learned wrath, they suffered it in full. In a few years, they were all as family. Such is the way of the Valkyries.

He was dear friends with Miranda, the would-be mother to the Oracle-child, and as such, he was one of the first into the fray to extract her from the Scions of Zosimos and their hellish plots. When she perished, he was wounded deeply. As part of his promise to Miranda, he took the Oracle-child under his care. At the ripe age of 22, he knew nothing about raising a child, so the Valkyries veteran members co-operated to ensure the Oracle was properly prepared when the time came. The crack team of paranormal-military operators became a family in the wake of Miranda, she who kept them together when the going got rough, and for the legacy the Oracle-child represented.

Fourteen years later, Nathan is a well-oiled machine of occult warfare. His severity had been tempered by his role of guardianship over the Oracle-child, turning him away from brash decisions that he would have otherwise pursued.

Spoiler: RP Sample 

If there was ever another reason to hate the sand, this night had given Nathan all the reasons he would ever require. Miranda had been taken right from under their noses on maternity leave. Her guard detail wiped out. It had all lead up to this moment - the eve of Samhain in some forgotten corner of Egypt, amongst partially unearthed ruins that predated any of the pyramids. Peering over a gargantuan slab of hieroglyph-carved limestone, Nathan surveyed the opposition. Clad in dark robes and sanguine masks, the Scions sported the usual go-to for the sandbox - AKs.

The past fifty hours of sleeplessness had Nathan in a wrathful mood, driven by desperation, more than anything. Nerves were tense, a twisting knot in place of his stomach. Easing back the bolt on his rifle, then letting it snap back, Nathan took a few preparatory breaths.

"On my mark," he said into his throat mic. "3... 2... 1. Engage." Rolling out of cover, Nathan snapped his sight up to the nearest hostile. Finger depressing on the trigger, three thunderclaps filled the air as hot lead spilled from the barrel to tear jagged holes in their ordained target. Before the first body even hit the ground, Nathan had zeroed in on the next scarlet-masked combatant, placing a round directly through the eye hole.

Blood spilled to the sands of Egypt, black in the muted light of the full moon. Shouts raised as the telltale rattle of Kalashnikov fire attempted to repay Nathan in kind. Ducking and diving for the nearest cover, Nathan pressed his back to a jagged and crumbling wall of limestone.

"Valkyrie-Two, this is Valkyrie-One. You are go for advance, over."
"Roger Valkyrie-One, Valkyrie-Two is bringing the thunder. Over and out."

The dune opposite Nathan's position came to life with flickering lights, followed by the crackling of yet more gunfire. Rising to a knee and leaning around his cover, Nathan squeezed off a few more rounds, dropping two more cultists.

"Valkyrie-One, this is Valkyrie-Five. We have a man down and hostiles closing in. Over!" Peering over the rise of a slanted set of ruins, Nathan saw the murky shadow-shapes of his comrades, one of them slumped against a crumbling staircase.

"Ten-four, Valkyrie-Five. On the way." Nathan replied. Dropping his rifle to its sling, he drew out his pistol, flicking the safety off with a casual flexing of his thumb. Pulling a flash-bang from his flak vest, Nathan tossed the primed charge around the corner of his cover before readying his Aegis Ring. A flash and a deafening boom followed the four count of the fuse. That was Nathan's window.

Sprinting across the opening, Nathan channeled his Anima into the twisted silver ring of metal around his wrist. A dome of faint blue light grew from Nathan's wrist. Sparks flew up from the shield's outfacing surface as oncoming bullets disintegrated against the crackling energy of his barrier. Flying across the sand at a dead sprint, firing off pot-shots at exposed enemies as he went, Nathan was easily violating several handfuls of military regulation. Then again, not many military regulations included having a shield of pure energy at one’s wrist, or magic bullets.

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Spoiler: Sullivan Singer 

Sullivan "Sage" Singer is a silver fox of a man, color long since fled from his hair and luscious mustache. His earthen-green eyes alight with intellect and humor, Sullivan takes a relaxed approach to most things. The older members of the Valkyries know the man very well, and they are right to fear him, for within him is the soul of a tiger. Ferocious and savage with a cunning, murderous intellect.

Sage is the current head of the Valkyries, the pinnacle of rank amongst their order, and rarely ever enters the field anymore due to the lingering pains of old wounds. He holds down the fort of the Valkyries' primary base, known as The Rampart. It is an old castle on the rocky coast of rural northern Scotland, a place he has turned into his private study of all things occult. The only way in or out of The Rampart is by helicopter, scaling the jagged cliffs, or brave the lethal bottleneck of the main road. The untamed wilderness around the Rampart for leagues is cluttered with landmines and lethal defensive Wards.

Spoiler: The Rampart 

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The Rampart is a sturdy and stubborn structure, of the strongest stones from Scotland's bosom upon the jagged cliffs. Originally constructed in the early 1700s, the Rampart has served as protector against many aggressors besides the bitter elements of the Highlands. The architecture is bold and opulent, its original owners apparently of great wealth and power, as well as a knowledge of the occult. The Rampart, aside from being in a prime defensive locale, happens to be situated directly in the path of a large Ley Line - one of the natural magical superhighways upon which the world's Anima travels.
The Rampart is built not only for comfort, but also defensibility. Thick walls have worn the weather of ages, as well as two world wars and several occult incursions that will never be known to the general public. In addition to the main building, the Rampart has secondary lodging - once the serfs quarters - for VIPs that wish to have their privacy. There is also a walled garden, sizable fountain with live fish, and additional auxiliary structures for general storage, though one has been re-fitted into a gym.

In the main hall of the Rampart, the Valkyries keep diligent watch over the Oracle – or at least as best as they can manage – while attending their day-to-day duties. All necessary accommodations are filled in earnest to the point of luxury. The primary tower is where Sullivan conducts his business, always in view of the sea, while keeping company to a private library with the Lore Keeper. In addition, there is an expansive armory, laboratory, mechanic workshop, firing range, and garage all built into a subterranean complex.

The castle's lands are massive, surrounded by several leagues of untamed forest with a few small towns scattered within its domain. The villages are primarily farming villages that have provided for the Rampart since it rose, and continued to do so with freshly grown crops, free-range meats, and [most importantly] local microbrew beer. The villages surrounding the Rampart are all of a special stock, dedicated to the Rampart's lords for over 200 years. Sullivan Singer hosts a festival in the castle garden at each solstice to celebrate the season with the village folk, for the village folk.

Spoiler: Character Roster 

Nathaniel Hayder - StormWolf
Knoobish Chinua-Borjigin - Dnafein
Eve Crossfaith - Lleona
Salazar - Sikstaslathalin
Oracle June Arles - Gambit
Kyra Marie Rosen - Poison Ivy
Lilith Uundia - Koti
Thrangeir - Cfavano
Nora Weschler - Lifted Lorax
Dr. Heinrich von Richterstein - Denraven
James Marsters - Pheasant
Jakob Misir - Bionicllama

Spoiler: Updates/PSA's 

Spoiler: PSA: Breaking Points 

I will be making an addendum to character sheets active immediately. When you submit your character sheet, be sure to PM to me their "Breaking Point(s)".

What is a Breaking Point? Pretty simple.

What is their Achilles heel? The crack in their armor? The vulnerable gap in their iron hide? Everyone has them, some are physical, some of psychological. I want at least one for each, but you are more than welcome to give me more. Make them interesting, honest, and real. When a Breaking Point is reached, a character may have some adverse effects and conditions thrust upon them. This doesn't mean madness, (though it can happen) but with every Breaking Point, characters will begin to get worn down and burned out. I expect the Players to reflect this in their writing if/when it happens.

Remember, Limitations > Power

[Dnafein]

Spoiler: Ia! Ia! Cthulhu fhtagn! 

Name: Khoonbish "Ken" Chinua-Borjigin

Call-sign: Red Wolf

Gender: Male

[b]Race/Species:[b] Werewolf; except for his eyes he appears as an extremely fit human.

Age:
Real: 92
Apparent: 27

Appearance:
Human: Ken is a wall of yellow skinned muscle that stands a little over five feet eight inches. He keeps his head shaved, though has been known to let the raven colored hair grow to about a quarter inch in length. His bushy oft angled eyebrows give his golden hued eyes a sunken look. Ken keeps most of his upper lip shaved bare. Long mustaches grow from above the corner of his mouth, hanging to about an inch below his chin. From his chin hangs two inches of braided beard. His left eyebrow has a white stripe, a quarter inch in width, half way through it. Beneath it hides a scar from his youth. His typical attire outside of combat is tee or muscle shirt, a pair of cargo pants and his combat boots.

Hybrid form: In this form Ken towers at eight and a half feet. His limbs and the trunk of his body lengthen, taking on lupine characteristics. The color of his fur matches that of his hair in human form. His elongated canine head bears the same white stripe above the left eye. His fingernails and teeth extend into lethal weapons.
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Wolf form: Ken is indistinguishable from a large grey wolf in this form.

Personality: Ken's typically stoic expression hides a boisterous, fun loving, intelligent mind. Ken's always ready to drop a few (hundred) dollars at the local bar with friends and comrades. Nor is he above pulling the occasional prank on those same people.

But woe be upon him who raises this werewolf's ire. Ken is not the forgiving sort, he's perfectly fine carrying a grudge for someone who has offered actual insult or harm. When his duty allows, nothing would stop him from pursuing his vengeance.

Powers, Traits, and Abilities:
Traditionally Trained: The Chinua-Borjigin clan maintain the ancient traditions of the Mongolian people. Ken was trained in the art of archery and horsemanship, as well as in the use of the sword.

Modern Warfare: After finishing his training with his clan, and experiencing his first transformation Ken was employed by the local vigil where he received training with modern arms and armor.

Heightened senses: Even in his human form Ken has the olfactory and hearing senses equivalent to a wolf. He can even see (Albeit not in color) in low light, as well as he could midday.

Accelerated healing: Ken begins healing from all mundane wounds almost immediately. Wounds caused from magic heal at a slightly slower rate and those caused by silver heal at what most humans would consider normal speeds.

Enhanced speed and strength: As a werewolf Ken is naturally faster and stronger then he was as a human. His enhanced strength and speed are gifts that bleed over from the monstrous power of his hybrid form. Ken at full speed can run up to 40 mph and can lift up to a thousand pounds.

Shape shifting: As a werewolf Ken has the ability to shift between three forms. Of his three forms his Hybrid form drains his anima to a point of exhaustion. At which point his body will attempt to regress to his human form. With great effort Ken can hold the hybrid form, but will require an extended rest. The transformation to wolf will drain a large portion of his Anima, but holding the form will not.


Standard Loadout:

Armor: Ken wears a specially designed set of Level III Dragonskin armor. The armor is designed to easily come off should he have to alter his shape.

Weapons:

Spoiler: Turco-Mongol Sabre 

Ken wears his ancestors Turco-Mongol sabre, it was given to him when he left the clan. The Turko-Mongol saber has a long, curved blade with a single cutting edge. Ken’s ancestor was part of the wolf guard. A group of Werewolves who served as the great Khan’s personal body guard. Each of them had a blade made from other worldly metal world that the great khan did. This metal is capable of injuring otherworldly creatures. In the hands of a mortal man it corrupts him, this is what lead to the infighting among Genghis Khan’s generals and the collapse of his empire.

Spoiler: Mongol bow 

As part of his training Ken learned how to make a traditional mongol bow. After leaving the clan he made another using parts and techniques available only through modern technology. The Mongol bow is a recurved composite bow, and ken uses it with deadly efficiency when stealth is required on his part. Each arrow Ken uses has a basic (i.e. minor) Mongolian blessing, the blessing is applied by the use of a hair from the mane of his horse; Usually this hair is wrapped around the arrow where the arrow head is attached.

Spoiler: rune rifiled Barrett XM109 

The Barrett XM109 is a prototype anti-materiel rifle and grenade launcher. Each shot inscribes the bullet with a number of holy emblems. Ken carries this weapon when he is assigned to overwatch, or when intel provides information that high level threats would be present in the operation area.

Spoiler: Barrett M468 

This is Ken's primary firearm, in assault situations. The Barrett M468 is a variant of the M4 Carbine, rechambered for a heavier and larger 6.8mm bullet for increased terminal performance.

Spoiler: Beretta M9 

This is Ken's secondary firearm for assault. The Beretta M9, officially the Pistol, Semiautomatic, 9mm, M9, is a 9×19mm Parabellum pistol adopted by the United States Armed Forces

Background: Genghis Khan claimed that he was the son of a wolf. During his life the great emperor ever allowed anyone to paint his portrait, sculpt his image or engrave his likeness on a coin, so no one actually knows what he really looked like. Additionally no one knows how he died or where he is buried, well almost no one; The vigils know.

The Chinua-Borjigin clan is an off shoot of the Borjigin clan, the clan of the great Khan. And while Temujin never turned, a few of his siblings did. They took oaths to protect the emperors people. An oath they continue to uphold till today by working with the vigils.

Khoonbish was born with the potential to become a werewolf. Thus he was trained in the traditions of his ancestors. After the completion of his training, Ken's life seemed to lead him down a somewhat normal path. Then fate intervened and shortly after his twenty-seventh birthday Khoonbish lived up to his name, and became something that was not a human.

After receiving training on controlling his new found abilities Ken joined the Vigil his clan was a part of as a guardian. He was then trained in modern weaponry. While he worked under the jurisdiction of the vigil Ken encountered and occasionally worked alongside the Valkyries. He earned their respect and was eventually recruited to join their ranks.

Spoiler: RP Sample: 

Khoonbish walked the halls of the great tomb of Burkhan Khaldun wiping the blood from his eye. This sparring match with his cousin was more brutal then those before. Khoonbish didn't understand why his cousin was more aggressive than in previous bouts. Nor did he understand why there were more trainers keeping a closer eye on the contest. Giving his cousins aggressive behavior however, Khoonbish was pleased to have left the ring with only a split eyebrow.

As he approached his room he thought back to the last time he slept under the open sky. Khoonbish remembered it as being cooler on the plains. Slipping into his room he reached out and toggled the door lock. His exercises were finished for the day, he would not be leaving his room again till morning.

The young man stopped in front of the chipped mirror in his room, leaning towards it he studied the stitches in his eyebrow. A shame his first scar would be hidden under the hair he thought to himself, before wondering again at the heat in the normally cool chamber. Khoombish poured himself a glass of water and drank it thirstily.

Taking the ewer in both hands he raised it to his lips and began to chug the water. Khoombish didn't even hear the crash as the pottery slipped from his hands. Pain had erased all his sense. Clutching at his side, Khoombish could feel the heat flowing off his body. I've been poisoned raced through his mind as he was again racked with incredible pain.

His cry of anguish echoed back at him in the tiny room. Khoombish felt as though his flesh was on fire. Felt as though his muscles were being stretched and twisted. Just as he felt he could take no more pain it worsened. As a horrifying cracking sound filled the air Khoombish felt every bone in his body explode.

The Mongolian lay on the floor writhing in pain. The screams of the damned filled his room as his body elongated. As the minutes passed, the screams of anguish turned into guttural growls and finally an ear piercing howl. The creature clambered to its feet and howled again.

In the tortured remnants of Khoonbish's mind, he realized what he was. However he was overwhelmed by anger. An anger that lead to destruction.

Khoonbish regained control of his body, and his consciousness hours later. The destruction that met his eyes gave life to the nightmare. The sound of the warped door unlocking drew Khoonbish back from the pit of shock he had stood on the edge of. The werewolf's eyes rose to the face of the elder standing in the door frame. "Come pup," The elder said, "Time to renew your training."

[Aureyon]

Color me interested. I'm going to sleep so that i can approach this with a fresh mind.

Reserve me a space?

[Cfavano]

I know we technically already have a viking, but would it be possible for me to be a fallen Einherjar? Not evil, I mean he literally fell off of Valhalla.

Basically he got really drunk and got into an argument with Thor who shoved a lightning bolt up his ass and threw him back to earth. To get back he has to earn his spot again.

[Splat]

UGH THIS IS REALLY COOL BUT I DON'T HAVE ROOM FOR MORE RPs

UGH

but seriously i love this it kinda reminds me of hellboy

[The Lifted Lorax]

Reserving my space! I have an exam and my phone is being wonky so I haven't seen the spoilers but I'm drunkenly interested. Considering playing a shapeshifter of some sort, but will go normal human if we're in need.

[Griff]

So, uh, I'm interested, but I fear that this may be a bit too complicated for me I'm going to keep watching though, maybe I'll change my mind.

--edit

Reserve me a spot

[.Karma.]

I think I shall try this. Expect a CS from me today or tomorrow.

[Lleona]

Please reserve me a spot!!! I'll put up my cs later.

edit: CS

Spoiler: Character 

Name: Eve Crossfaith

Call Sign: Tigress

Gender: Female

[b]Race/Species:[b] Modified Human

Age

Real: 26

Apparent: 18

Appearance:

Spoiler: appearance description 

Spoiler: image 1 

Spoiler: image 2 

Eve has a long black lustrous hair that is comparable to the night sky, heart shaped face with up-turned mesmerizing crimson eyes which is always drooping, thin eyebrows, long and thick lashes, button like nose and pinkish plump lips that is always set into a straight line. Her skin is fair, not too tanned or white. She has a slender body, which has a tattoo of a flower with torn's on her right side of the waist and long leg's . Her height is 180 cm with the weight of 135 pounds.

Her working clothes consist of black and red Long sleeveless trench coat with the air like and petals pattern in red and pocket like accessories on it waist with a belt hanging on it, black leather vest with red outline on the middle and it's edges, long gloves with the same patterns and color as the trench coat. For the inner wear, dark grey tight fitted off shoulder's shirt with a black fishnet on top. For the bottom black leather shorts, dark grey thigh high spandex like stockings and black and red boots with crisscross patterns in the middle of the shoes and garter that is wrapped around the thigh, the crisscross and the garter's outline is colored in red.

Spoiler: reference 

Personality: Eve is an introvert who is usually stoic and strict during work hours and mingle's with her co-worker's when needed too. When out of work she either, sleep, read or travel. To her, daily life is troublesome and would rather work all the time than stay at home. Towards her enemies, she is cruel and merciless like any Valkyrie would be, to protect the worlds balance.

Powers, Traits, and Abilities:

Regeneration- to be able to heal faster than normal human, like wound that would take one week to heal, will heal in two or three day's.

Pro-longed life- to be able to live more than the life expectancy of a human.

Strengthened Limbs- Increase in the flexibility, strength, toughness and agility of the body. (Able to fight with the same level as supernatural creatures. Since human body is fragile this feature is a must.)

Eagle Vision- It has the ability to zoom in and out her perception, the higher she is and the clearer the course is the sharper her eye sight becomes.
Heightened Hearing- The ability to hear sounds frequency and vibration from the air. This ability can be activated and deactivate on will like eagle vision.

Eidetic Memory- The ability to memorize any information with a glance, replicate it and incorporate it to her own knowledge.

Dual wielder- the ability to handle to weapon's at a time. As long that she know how to use the weapon she is using, she can use dual wielding.

Anima Control- the ability to use the precise amount needed when activating a spell or equipment.

Sharp shooter- the ability to operate guns within her knowledge. If coupled with eagle eye's it will become boosted.

Weapon Handling- the ability to use weapon's that she had trained on before. (Kusarigama, sword and gun's)

Close combat- the ability to fight on close quarters.

Anima circuit- The ability to create a path for the anime. In instance's the more you use the anime in the same way, like using anima with your hands. A direct circuit will be created from the anima pool towards the desired body parts. Though anima circuit can be only created 4 times. Creating more than 4 will take a toll on the body.

Anima Pool- the ability to widen the drawn anima from the soul. It's an ability not easily used since it is tied with danger.


Standard Loadout:

HK 9mm- Is a Runic riffling gun, it uses a 9mm luger bullet an has three types of firing. The first is non lethal, it's bullet is normal, and hasn't been inscribed by a rune. The second is High explosive, it's bullet is rune inscribed and will explode when it make's contact on the target. The third is rapid firing, it is a bullet inscribed with a speed rune, it's purpose is to surprise the enemy and to limit their dodging range. Eve owns two pistols which is hidden under her trench coat.

Spoiler: reference 

EG201 Shocker(Anima Gauntlet)- This is a weapon engraved with a lightning and strength run. It is used for close combat in case that she lost her main weapon. She had her gauntlet customized, she requested it to be less bulky, the finger tips slim and more like human but a little bit pointed. She also had the body be colored black and the circuit's red.

Spoiler: reference 

Sora to Setsudan- An engraved relic, engraved with maintenance rune to keep it in perfect condition, slicing rune to easily slice her opponent's in half. It is a dual sword that is kept in her back.

Spoiler: reference 

Disk Grenades- It's a disk like grenade that is activated by inserting anima. Upon activation it will count up to 10 before it explodes. She has two kinds of disk grenades. Explosive and Flash bangs. Explosive's has red outlines and flash bang's colored blue. Kept on her left hip pouch.

Ketsueki no yoru- A engraved relic, engraved with air rune, less gravity rune, toughness rune and maintenance rune. It has a considerable range for combat and sometime's used to bind enemy. It is hooked on her left hip with the hip pouch.

Spoiler: reference 

SG-NightedgeShiden2500- Her secondary weapon. The runes inscribed on it are similar to sora to setsudan.

Spoiler: reference 

Body Holster- Kept underneath her trench coat. It is the holder for her LP4 security pistol

Spoiler: reference 

Hip pouch- She has two of this on her both side of the hips. On her right hips, contains the bullets of her gun, compartment separated into three. On her left hip is the disk grenades, it also has three compartment's, the last storing medical pill's.

Spoiler: reference 

Boots- her boot's is inscribed with less gravity and resistance rune. It also has a knife on it's back and front. It can be activated by anima.

Spoiler: Background: 

Eve was a normal american-japanese girl, she was supposed to be, until that day came. She was born on the eve of august 21, which her parent took and used to name her. She grew up with a loving mother and father. When she was five year’s old, her mom gave birth to a healthy baby boy. She was happy since she became an older sister. 2 year’s passed and it was eve’s birthday. It was six o’clock and they were at home, her mom was cooking and baking at the kitchen to prepare the food for her celebration, her dad and younger brother was at the living room, watching her younger brother’s favorite cartoon show. As for her, she was inside the bathroom, taking a bath.
She was excited like any other kid would be on her birthday, although she was a little bit sad since her friends won’t be able to make it on her birthday, since some of them caught a cold or their family was away on a trip. But for eve what’s important is that she was celebrating her special day with her family.
When she was finished cleaning herself, she hopped out of the tub and dried herself and went towards her room. She still might be a little kid, but she was mature compared to any 7 years old girl out there. She went to her room and dressed herself in her favorite red shirt and black shirt. She didn’t know why she is more fond with this color than pink, her mom was even afraid that she will grew up like a tomboy, but her dad was in favor of her being one. Saying in that way eve will stay his princess forever.

As she dressed herself, she suddenly heard a consecutive sounds of shot’s downstairs. Wondering what was that, she run downstairs. And to her shock, at the kitchen she saw her mom sprawled out on the ground with a hole on her forehead. She went towards her, tears streaming down her face. It was too much for a 7 yrs old to take, to see your mother in front of you would be traumatizing.

She didn’t know what possessed her, but she took a kitchen knife and headed towards the living room, knife near her chest, where she can hear her brother crying. When she reached the living room, she saw her brother being handled by a men roughly, her father was on the chair with the same hole on her mother’s forehead.
Rage filled up eve and ran towards their attacker to stab them. The attacker immediately noticed eve and disarmed her. The other attacker pointed a gun through eve’s head. She was giving them a glare that could kill, struggling trying to get out under her captor’s hold.
Then she heard the sounds of footsteps and a third figure appeared. To her it seems like his the head of this operation.

“Don’t kill her, she can be of use. She might be a little older already, but she holds potential.”
The third figure spoke while looking at eve with an amuse glint on his eyes. After that blackness colored her vision. When came up to, she was alone in a white room, cameras all over it, and a hospital like bed near the wall, where she was lying down. She started to get up, wincing a little from the pang of pain from her neck. She started to look around, wondering where she was. The incident last night appeared at her mind, tears streamed once more from her eyes. She immediately tried to find her little brother, but he was nowhere to be found. She didn’t know how long she cried to herself. She was afraid, no, terrified. She was terrified of what will happen to her and her brother.
As she cried to herself, the door opened. She raised her head up and saw two men dressed in white lab coats, one of them holding a clip board and the other pushing a cart filled with foods.

“Subject 1010, this is your dinner, be sure to eat it all. We need you to be in a top shape condition for the experiment.”

The man that was holding the cart, walked towards her and left the cart near her bed. Both of them immediately left when they were done with their task. Eve was confused. Experiment? Did they really mean it?, question’s filled her head. Her body started to shake from fear, she looked at the tray and saw delicious food all over it. Then her stomach rumbled, making her bite her lips. If she was an adult she would be able to hold it in and her will would have been stronger. But since she was just a child, hunger took over her. She got down from the bead and started to eat it quietly. When she finished all of her food, she went back and sat on the bed. Few hours passed and the two men came back and lead her outside. When she got out of the room, she saw a long corridor filled with door on both side. They lead her to the end of the corridor.

They continued walking until they reached a large door. They went inside. What she saw was all kinds of devices, a tank filled with green liquid was in the middle, all kinds of high end computer at the side and a bed with strap’s at the back. She was brought to the bed at the back with the surgical like equipment’s. Horror started to fill eye’s as they started to inject and cut her. Her scream’s resounded at the close room, seconds, minute, hours passed by. Her throat became hoarse from screaming, eyes blood shot from crying. This was too much for her, so at the middle of the operation she passed out.

Day by day they started experimenting on her. She has no idea how long it has been, her body changed. She acquired abilities that no normal human would ever have. On the 40th time that she was experimented on, she was already broken. The men were amazed that it took her that long before she came broken, she was turned into their favorite toy and was taught how to control anima, fight and handle weapons. They continued repeating, until she became their “Best experiment” so far.

But with that title came great torture, as their interest grew on her, the experiment done on her multiplied. It was the usual happening for her, she was now in the green filled tank, being injected with whatever drugs or liquid that they have on their hand, when suddenly the lab’s alarm rang out and the lab’s door was exploded. Fight broke out with the men of the lab’s and the new comer’s. In the tube she continued watching then with a dead filled eye’s. Thinking about nothing, just inside of it being motionless. The fight came to a stop, she saw a woman walked towards her tube and got her out from it. The woman’s look was cold and strict, but it didn’t affect her, for she was nothing. They brought her outside the lab, what she saw was hundred’s of kid’s like her being led out. What caught her eye’s was a stretcher, lying on it was a 14 yr’s old like boy, who looked like the same replica of her father. Life returned from her eye’s, she ran towards it.

Tear’s fell down from her eyes. Relieved that her brother was alive and filled with guilt that she gave up on him. She thought that he was dead, since the experiments were like a torture, and for a young kid like him, it would be too much to bear. But it seems like they really are blood related, since they held the will to survive all of that. The medic told her that he was in a comma, that the experiment done too him, took him longer to recover. She was once again in despair, her brother was alive, but he was still like the dead. The people that came to save them watched the girl cried out, but did nothing since nothing they will say can console the young girl. The people loaded them into a truck like vehicle and brought them to their head quarters.

As they were loaded into a truck, a man with a friendly like aura came towards her and gave her water and a napkin which she took. She drank the water and wiped her tears off with the napkin. She started asking questions, starting from “How long have they been held captive” “Who were the people that kidnapped them” and ending it with the question of “Who are the people that save them.” The man answered her. He told her that it’s been 12 years since the murder case of the Crossfaith family, the police was clueless about the case so they listed all of them as dead, even though they didn’t find the bodies of the children. For the people who kidnapped them, they were affiliated with the group they were casing which is called Ahnenerbe, they are a organization who was set on upsetting the worlds balance. As for who they are, they are the “Valkyries” they sought to protect the balance of the world.

Even though his story sounded silly, she believed him. For her who went through an unexplainable change and was experimented on with unidentified materials, there was nothing she wouldn’t believe. He told her that they will be bringing them to their head quarters, it would be their new family. Since some of them gained abilities that are impossible for a human to have, they cannot be immediately returned or sent to the human world. If they wanted to return, they must learn how to control and hide it from the human’s eye. Eve just nodded and thought about her brother.
She already decided that she will do her best to join them, she will stop the Ahnenerbe from committing the same crime’s or throwing the world out of balance. Since then she trained with the recruit’s, honed her abilities and tried to master them. She trained with them for 8yr’s until she finally became a full fledged Valkyrie.

Spoiler: RP Sample: 

It was a cold evening. The night breeze caressed eve’s cheek’s as she lied in wait for her opponent. Her gun was loaded with ammunition, weapon’s sharpen to perfection and abilities sharpened to the maximum. She was given the assignment to apprehend a group of human’s that were affiliated with the Ahnenerbe. This groups was the cause of supernatural disaster’s happening in the human world, upsetting the balance. As a Valkyrie, it’s her duty to capture them and set the world back in the state of balance.

Suddenly, the group she was tailing started to move. They went out of the warehouse and rode a truck, to ride towards the exit of the base. She continued to follow them on foot, waiting for the right time to attack. As she continued to follow them, they passed a forest, they were already a considerable distance from the base. If she were to ambush them, the sounds of fighting wouldn’t definitely reach them.

She readied one of her guns and aimed for the truck’s tire. With gun’s silencer on, she shot the trucks tire, making it hard for the driver to control the wheels. The trucked lost its balance and smacked into a tree. People who were safe from the crash started to come out with their weapon’s ready.

She smirked and changed her gun for her kusarigma named Ketsueki no Yoru, Bloody Night. She swung bloody night in a circular motion, slowly gaining her momentum for her attack. When she gathered enough momentum, she released it and aimed for the neck of the man who were near her position. Her blade passed through the man’s neck cleanly, making the said man’s head flew off, she pulled her blade back and switched position. The man’s headless body spurted blood and dropped to the ground, surprising his team mate’s. Their guard was immediately raised and pointed at the place where the chain and blade came from.

But when they took a look at it, the attacker was no longer there. Eve appeared from her behind them and in her hand was not Bloody night, but her katana Sora to Setsudan, Cutting Sky. She immediately slashed it towards the back of the man neared her, and killed him in one swift motion. She did that repeatedly until only one man was left. She walked towards the fallen man who was shaking and trembling from fear. A wet spot appeared from his crotch area. As he tried to escape, the man stumbled and fell on his rear. Eve continued to walk slowly, as if she was a predator stalking it’s pray. When she was in front of her, she placed her foot on the man’s stomach, stopping him from moving back any further. She raised her blade, aligning it with the moon’s position. Staring at the man beneath her with a cold and chilling gaze.

“For associating your self with the Ahnenerbe and disturbing the balance. I, as a Valkyrie will bring the world’s judgment on you.”

She pierced the man’s head, her blade passing through it, ending his pitiful life immediately. When he was confirmed dead, she immediately pulled her blade out from his head, making his head spurt out blood, with some staining her fair cheek’s and black and red leather boots. She raised her hand and placed it on the ear piece that was located on her ears for communication.

“This is eve, Code Mike: Stray’s have been terminated. Mission Complete. Over.”

She reported to her superior’s. She went towards the truck and picked up some of the gas and poured it all over the bodies. She lit up a fire and burned them. Making the fire destroyed the bodies one by one. Eve didn’t gave the dead bodies a second glance and left, heading back towards the head quarters with the thought of taking up a new mission.

[Dnafein]

I know we technically already have a viking, but would it be possible for me to be a fallen Einherjar? Not evil, I mean he literally fell off of Valhalla.

Basically he got really drunk and got into an argument with Thor who shoved a lightning bolt up his ass and threw him back to earth. To get back he has to earn his spot again.

Aside from the fact you'll essentially be playing an immortal, the apocalyptic ramifications of an Einherjar being on midgard would be disastrous. Of course that's if we ignore the fact that the term is the Halls of Valhalla. Meaning contained.

On another note, I would appreciate it if you could refrain from posting a video or number of large photos every page cf. I do occasionally use my phone still and it messes with the format of the page and makes it difficult to read. Plus I don't have to scroll through a bunch of unloaded images.