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Morpheaus

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Welcome to the Raven's Eye Investigation Agency!

We here at R.E.I.A. are a small, independent detective agency that investigates all things weird, paranormal, supernatural, and beyond. No case is too small for us! Take a look at our fine records:
Ghost Caught/Banished: 150
Demonic Beings captured/made peace with/thwarted: 87
Exorcisms: 203


And that’s only a portion of the many cases we’ve solved since our founding. If

So, if you think you have what it takes to be a R.E.I.A. Agent, come down and talk with me, Xavier Daniels, Owner and Head of the Raven's Eye Investigation Agency, at 666 Occult Lane, Eerie, Indiana.

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God, was that the biggest load of bull shit you’ve ever heard? The old company pitch never gets old, but I do have to admit, I miss the old days. The nights were filled with adventure, excitement was the word of the day, and though we had our ups and downs, Raven’s eye was a family. Very depressing when you consider what happened to us after Xavier went and killed himself. Can’t really fault him, he saved us all, but things were never quite the same after that. What was left of the R.E.I.A building fell into ruin, especially without Xavier there to maintain the spells holding it together. Without an office to work out of and any real form of financial backing we didn’t last long. We decided to go our separate ways. It’s been eight years now, and I haven’t heard from any of the old gang. I suppose they all just got lost along the roads of fate.
I can’t wait anymore, what’s left of Xavier’s estate went to me by default. With that and my own personal fortune I decided to restart Raven’s Eye Investigations.

I suppose nostalgia grew to be too much for me. New building, new skills, and a new city with its own set of problems to deal with. Welcome to your new home Raven’s Eye Investigations, welcome to New Orleans. Let’s see where the night takes us.




This is a role play originally created by my friend Lord of Chaos. It ended prematurely and I always felt it deserved better. The two of us spoke a few weeks ago and he agreed, so here we are. This is obviously a paranormal role play with something of an Angel take to it, but not too much. Hope everyone enjoys it.

Rules:
1. No God Moding or Power Playing, you know, the usual.
2. Literacy IS A MUST! No one lining will be tolerated whatsoever.
3. Follow the rules and regulations of the role play section at all times.
4. Romance and Cursing is allowed! Don't just go overboard with them though.
5. Have fun or I’ll kill you.
6. If you’ve read and understand the rule post “My story” in your template.
7. Please post a detailed template. It doesn't have to be uber long, just more than a few lines.

Template:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance: (Pictures are exceptable, but keep in mind that this role play takes place a few years in the future. Clothing style should be somewhat modernized.
Being Type: (Ghost, Witch, etc. You cannot be a dragon or something like that)
Personality:
Bio:
Theme Song:
Other
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I had some problems posting in the last thread. Deleted and reposted so it should be fine. If anyone else has the same problem contact me.
 
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Seirio

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ooc: Im going to repost my temp but why did you restart the RP?
MY STORY is a depressing one filled with pain and death
Name: Aku Grave
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Appearance:
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Being Type: Warlock
Personality: Quiet,Shy,occasionaly Cold,nice once you get to know him
Bio: Aku was born from a long line of Warlocks,Wizards,and witches that have protected the world for ages.He himself has taken up the legacy and trained in Wizardry eversince he was 4.He became skilled enough to join R.E.I.A and was an under cover amember who helped agents who need help.He was soon in a depression after the agency fell and Xavier died.Aku still continued his job of stopping evil beings for a few years but heard that R.E.I.A was reopening and his hope came back.He soon joined back up in the organization and became one of the commanders for being a really strong Warlock.He is currently researching on how to have eternal youth
Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uKg2E-tnAk&search=GUnGRave
Other: Advanced in the arts of Wizardry and knows almost every single spell in his special book
 
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MemoryOathkeeper

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My Story continues here.




Name: Daniel Berkem
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Shaggy dark brown hair, dull blue eyes with a speck of crimson in the middle. 6'3'' with a lean figure.
Personality: Usually a mood-swinging fellow. Serious at most times, but God knows when his mood would change again.
Bio: He was born several years before the downfall of the R.E.I.A.. His parents were Simon Berkem and Natalie Parker, both co-Agents of the Organization. Being raised in the conflicts between demons and the others, he had much difficulty to find the meaning of life. It only made it worse when he heard the devastating news; the annihilation of his parents. Before giving up on everything, he heard the rumor of R.E.I.A. re-opening. With a speck of new hope and a search of mending his heart- he started out on his journey.
Theme Song: Way Away - Yellowcard
 
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Seirio

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Oh,alright,so how many people do we need to restart?
 

Masquerade

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(( Morpho...I don't remember my temp...dammit...))

My Life

Name: Edward Arthrimn

Age: Appears to be '15', yet is older than any human alive today.

Gender: Male

Appearance: http://oni-kage572.blog.jeuxvideo.com/images/mn/1123365042.jpg

Being Type: Spirit

Personality: Ed is very impatient, and a bit short-tempered. He may always have a scowl on his face, yet he still is a good person. Although he seems to be someone wishing harm, he is a good person on the long run.

Bio: An average kid from his time, yet as always, something in life goes wrong, isn't that true? During Ed's high school years, he would always have a scowl on his face, since he didn't want anything to really come through to everyone else. Ed was 'special' in a certain sense. He could see invisable beings, ghosts, wherever he went, yet they just blended in with the normal humans. What did this truely mean? Why could an average human see ghosts? Questions always un-answered, and gifts are always the worst of problems. Because Ed could see these ghosts, he helped exorcise the good ones, so they could pass on, and he avoided the dark ones, the ghosts he couldn't hurt. As time passed, he got caught by one of these dark ghosts, and the demon-like creature ripped his spirit from his body, leaving his body an empty shell.

Seperated from ones body must truely be troublesome, right? The bad thing about this outcome was that his body was shortly later killed by a variety of creatures, all being happy for taking a human and killing him. His soul remains, and with the power of it, he gained a weapon. A blade of some sort, which he used to completely finish exorcising ghosts faster, and destroying those who wished harm. As he continued on in his life, he met up with an organization, known as R.E.I.A., and joined immediatly. With his ability to see the ghosts in hiding, and the creatures of harm, he could help the organization further, as well as have a home of some sort. As time passed, a turning point led on, and R.E.I.A. finally crashed, leaving Ed alone once again. He walked alone for years, working little, yet then, work came to him. Another organization, made by a former member, was made, and this is where chance comes in. Immediatly, Ed joined in, to work for Raven's Eye.

Theme Song: No Reason - Sum 41
 
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Golden_Chocobo

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My Story ..has begun

Name: Mark Metropolis

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Appearance: http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y279/Golden_Chocobo/orphen01.gif

Being Type: Lycon(Werewolf)

Personality: Both logical and passionate, Mark obtains a very complex disposition. Fairly independent and kind hearted, he often judges things with morality and civility. Not laid back or tense, he's probably always the more casual being around other people. Mark is able to hide all his emotions and thoughts, forcing beings to ponder about his inner feelings.

Bio: Marcus lived his early years of childhood in the wondrous scapes of Alaska. Being the 5th child out of 7, you could easily tell that he couldn't ever be lonely. He often took strolls and trips to the state's wilderness, often fascinated with nature. Having being a remarkably intelligent individual, Mark received an acceptance to Harvard University in Boston.

As summer began to end and fall started to hatch, Mark decided to take one last walk into the nights of the forests he had oh so enjoyed to visit. Refreshing himself through the tall trees and rushing rivers, there wasn't a possible way that things could go wrong. However, this confident belief betrayed him when, nearing the end of his trip, a vicious canine like creature attempted to maul him. Barely escaping with his life, and trying to comprehend what had attacked him, Mark ended in the hospital for 2 weeks. Though, the deep wounds that the beast had scared into him seemed to have already healed within days. Thus, when he was well enough to leave, Mark took his flight to Boston.

While having just experienced only half a week in collage, something particularly bizarre began to happen through out his body. A huge compassion over rage swelled over his body. Continuous pangs of pain caressed through out his limbs as dark grey fur flushed over him. His skull began to mutate into a wolf like structure, losing his normal homonal appearance. Having grown extremely vigorous, with dangerously actuated claws, Mark himself had transformed into the same creature that had attacked him just weeks before. Having obliviously injured six of his colleges, Mark woke up the next morning in a garbage yard with nothing on but a pair of boxers. Unable to remember what had happened at all, he woozily walked back into school campus and attended school normally once again. However, this continued to occur constantly, maybe once a month. He began realizing his mutations, piecing evidence and information together to prove it. Having every being he saw concluding him "insane", there was no one in this universe that could help him, or so he thought. At the age of 18, Mark Metropolis joined the R. E. I. A.

Theme Song: Numb - Linkin Park
 
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Eikre

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My Story....has new meaning

Name: Vrael Badguy
Age: Appears to be about 17
Gender: Male
Appearance:
I:Facial Appearance:
Light tan face, black long hair put into a ponytail that reaches his waist, supported by a headband, not so unlike the naruto kind, that clearly says in black, obsidian letters on the polished steel plate "In Slave's Glory", His eyes are a mix of Yellow, Purple, and Green...
II: Body Appearance:
Stands a full 6 feet tall, and is of a endomorphic build, meaning no fat, small muscle groups, and built for finesse, which Vrael keeps in abundance. He gets cold easily, turning mixtures of red and purple at less than ten degrees celcius, especially at the hands, ears, and feet. Also note the Raven-like wings, a side effect of his Gear Project.
III: Clothes
On the outside, he wears baggy cargo pants, and oversized t-shirt, both grey in hue, with slits cut for his wings. The shirt bears the words "Holy Orders (Be Just or Be Dead)" in navy blue lettering, and he carries two lengths of silver chain weaved about his forearms, which he weilds like twin flails. He has several pouches lined up on a belt, reaching across his chest, starting at the left shoulder, and belting around to right hip, connecting to his pants with a small hook, and back around.
Being Type: Half-Gear (See: Guilty Gear)
Personality: Quite the loyalist, willing to sacrifice himself for his friends, and lack of family. He is quite sociable and amiable, and will bend a few rules here and there...
Bio: Working on the gear project with Frederick as a test subject, he was actually the first prototype gear, however, he is not counted in credit as the first gear because he was only partially infused. After his failure, he left the project,thus taking his name out of the credits, even though he was compensated for the failed infusiun with a generous sum of money. He went to the site of New Orleans to go apply for the R.E.I.A. as a supernaturalist, seeing as he fits the bill as supernatural himself...
Theme Song: Prologue (Shout and Burning)-Daisuke Ishiwatari- Guilty Gear
Other:
I: Contrary to what he looks like, he is about twice as strong as he looks...maybe three, who knows with those crazy eyes!
II: Expert Aim with knives, mini-crossbows, and pistols
III: carries throwing knives in his two thigh pockets, and has holsters for his twin stealth pistols, which are on his buttock pockets.
 

Morpheaus

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Seirio, the R.E.I.A is a privately owned detective agency, not a government agency. There aren't really any agents, just members, and it's a bit odd for your character to be a highly skilled warlock and an undercover agent at age 15...
 

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Hes 23....but meh,ill go redo the bio.How many years are you talking about ever since the agency fell?
 

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ooc: Alright,ill go change my guys age.When are we going to start?
 

The Big Lovin'

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My story....is my story

Name: Lyric Mendez
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance:
gungrave_od_art_09.jpg

He is a tall man by anyone’s standards standing about 6’8.
Being Type: Ghost
Personality: Obedient and loyal to his friends. He is very intimidating looking, but he is one of the nicest people you could meet.
Bio: Lyric died along time ago in the 1920’s. During that time he was a bass player for a jazz band in New Orleans. He was also in a local gang that had its hands in a lot of business there. He was one of “Cadillac’s” personal bodyguards. Cadillac was the leader of the gang, one of the dirtiest people in the business but paid Lyric handsomely. The only reason he stayed with the gang cause he had nowhere else to go. He had no family, only his band and the gang.

One day while he was escorting Cadillac out of the car and into a bar, a drive by occurred. He was shot 2 times, one in the head and the other in his throat. Years later his soul was resurrected by a young inexperienced necromancer that wasn’t able to control him. His soul wandered endlessly not knowing what he was doing there. Something drew him towards the graveyard, which his body laid dead.

Once he discovered his tombstone his memories came back to him, of who he was and how he died. He took shape of his former self, looking like a normal human being with no difference. But he soon had a run in with the young R.E.I.A. They tried to dispose of him for being the specter he was. They had failed time and time again but soon gave him a proposition. They asked him to be a R.E.I.A agent. He has been with them ever sense, very loyal to Xavier ,until he died and they split up. He went on his own way, taking up the bass again, joining a Big Band group that traveled New Orleans just like the old days. That was until he came across a letter with a familiar sent 8 years later. R.E.I.A was back in business.
Theme Song: Tank-Cowboy bebop theme
Other: None
 
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Lord of Chaos

Once more 'round the room we waltz.
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My story... has returned.

(Back people, hope you enjoyed the vacation from little ole' me. Oh, and don't worry Morphy... I won't make my profile as long as I originally had planned.)


Name: Adrian Graves

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Appearance: Adrian looks like something out of a SciFi/Horror movie. His eyes are dark and slightly hollow, and his skin his pale. He has Midnight Blue hair, that comes down almost to his shoulders and appears to have been cut slightly unstraight. He has his left ear gauged once, and his eyes are a deep milky platinum in color.

Adrian stands about 6'4, and weighs around 165 lbs. His fingers are nimble, but strong. He seems to have an out of this world look to him though. His clothes appear almost J-Pop in appearance. Black pants, with a black spikey belt over them, sitting crooked. He wears fingerless gloves, that are dark blue in color. He has a dark grey shirt on, that has a weird, alien symbol on it. He wears a black carbon blazer over this, and an odd pendant around his neck.

Being Type: Engenian -- A being of pure energy. They are able to manipulate their body and its structure into other things...as well as creatre some things.

Personality: Adrian is a wildcard. He is cocky, and brash, but utterly brilliant at strategy. His mind is always thinking, always working, as if there is never a moment for him to rest, for some new mystery or riddle for him to solve. He has a tendency of getting smart with his superiors, but only because he's curious as to what they would do.

On the inside though... Adrian seems to have a caring side... but few people have seen it. If you earn his respect... your chance is better than others. He will defend someone if deemed necessary.

Bio: Adrian isn't human. Nor is he anywhere near it. Engenians are a race that exist between the Mortal Plane and the Celestial Planes. They are considered aliens and angels all in the same go. Their life span and their looks in no way connect. They could end up looking like a teenage human, but be over two thousand years old. They live to be approximately eight- to ten-thousand years old. Some even outlive their rival age species, dragons.

Adrian, in reality, is sixty. He won't age any farther than he already has though, physically. He was born on the Mortal Plane to two Engenians who had escaped the persecution of the Movius, a race of interplanal psychos whose only objective was to destroy all other life. The Engenians eventually defeated them.

However, back on Earth, Adrian was born. He showed an unusual prowress for developing and controlling his powers that other Engenians had not. He also seemed to show a wild streak, where both of his parents had been orderly and quite the calm individuals. It would eventually be this wild streak that lead him to do what he did.

There was a being known as Zay. He was a Solarian... a very powerful being, that intended to destroy a group known as the Raven's Eye Investigation Agency. He joined Zay, in hopes to gain popularity, a reputation, and power. Essentially, what every power-hungry freak-o wants. He was there, when the legendary Xavier destroyed himself to stop them all.

Zay was completely and utterly destroyed. Adrian on the other hand, suffered no wounds, and simply went and laid low for a while. He never actually had the chance to meet Xavier or any of the others at REIA, so he figured they wouldn't no his face.

That was eight years ago. Since then, he has been rethinking many things... calming down from his wilder, evil years. He now has tracked down a new lead... and hopes to join the Agency.

Theme Song: Hate Me by Blue October

Other: He has an odd mark on his back...but whether or not it's a tattoo, has yet to be seen.
 

King Naruto

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My Story...is a story of death and betrayal.

Name: Ominae Shoen
Age: 20
Gender: Male

Appearance: http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c137/Annikai/cyber_team.jpg

Being Type: Spriggan. A Spriggan is a human that was experimented on. A Spriggan's reflexes, senses, strength, agility,
and marksmen are heightened.

Personality:BRB

Bio: (I had a long and thought out bio that I was posting but, I accidently hit the refresh button so, I lost it. It's gonna be awhile before I get this back up.)

Theme Song:BRB

Other:BRB
 
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Morpheaus

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The role play will start tomorrow evening once call_me_canada and Tigerchat have posted templates. I'll see you all then...-_-
 

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Too late to join?

My story... how very ffx.


Name: Kai Ifrit
Age: Anyone’s guess
Gender: female
Appearance:
http://img195.imageshack.us/img195/1221/itzpopalotl39ff.jpg

Looking somewhere in the teen to early twenties age range, the petite djinn’s appearance changes subtly or not so subtly in accordance with her mood. Due to her nature her eyes have the habit of constantly shifting colors as do the streaks which sometimes appear in her hair (the length of which can vary as well). They’ll change depending on her emotion or according to her will. If she wants, she can put a stop to the shifting temporarily, but she’s a young an impetuous djinn and doesn’t quite have the control that an older djinn would have or perhaps it would be more apt to say most of the time she just doesn’t feel the need to bother and besides, she grows bored quickly. Her attire likewise is something she can similarly control. In terms of her actual facial features and general form, they remain unchanged so she is instantly recognizable to anyone paying attention.

Being Type: Jinn (spirit/demon)

Personality: Bores easily… and therefore has the habit of toying with people. She’s typically quite forward, not in the slightest bit shy. She’s in it for the fun, not necessarily because it’s the right thing to do. Kai likes a little wickedness in people, it makes them more interesting. She has a fiery nature and sometimes doesn’t have a reign on her temper. Kai can be really bitchy but also nice as can be. Quite mischievous, Kai has a lot of moral flexibility and though she acts good mostly just when it suits her, at heart she actually does care for the “little people”. Kai loves to be contrary and can be extremely manipulative. People really have to be careful what they wish for around her.

Bio: Not so much born as created, the jinn are beings formed of smokeless fire. Once a seemingly omnipotent race of beings of which the Devil herself was believed to be a member, they are the reason for the myths of genies. They used to have the power of possibility, to create and cause any event to happen merely by willing it. Through the sins and folly of one of the jinn, this power was corrupted and the secret to binding the jinn released. They lost the will to use their powers for themselves. When bound to an object, the jinn were forced to act according to the will of the being in possession of that object and deprived of free will. The myths of the genies always said that the “master” would have three wishes, though this was only something that the jinn tried to promote. They might have lost their will, but they lost none of their guile. They twisted anything that a person wished back upon them, so they would get what they wanted at the expense of something else, though that was part of the curse on its own. The more embittered of the jinn though took this to extremes.

The jinn were imprisoned one by one. In a last ditch effort of the remaining jinn, Kai was created in the effort to dispel the curse, a latch ditch effort of the jinn. The plan failed and Kai came into being with the same curse as all the rest. The effort caused the remaining free jinn to fade from existence. Eventually the remaining imprisoned jinn were simply too dangerous to keep around and for too high a price, they could be incredibly persuasive and if the master was weak they could literally talk him or her into killing themselves, or smashing whatever object had used to imprison them. Kai spent a while trying to find the lost ones, but to little avail. By now she is one of the last if not they only jinn that remains and has basically given up the search. It didn’t help that she found herself bottled by some thirteen year old warlock brat, bottled how cliché and embarrassing. Kai didn’t get out of that mess until about several hundred years later, though it hardly seemed like that to her, she did remember mind-numbing boredom though.

For quite blatantly obvious reasons, Kai doesn’t say what she actually is. Instead she passes herself off as a kitsune. For the most part, people and even demonic beings and spirits have long since forgotten the existence of the jinn. It requires a being of great power and the appropriate incantations to bind a jinn, so she’s not even really cautious about it anymore.

She was drawn to the Raven's Eye Investigation Agency by pure chance. She just so happened to be passing through a town when she saw them take down a demon, and not only that, but one that owed her fifty bucks. It was vastly entertaining and quite satisfying on varying levels. It wasn’t difficult to learn that they had just started up again and after watching them a bit more, Kai has decided instead of merely watching, it will be much more fun to try and join up and get in on some of that action.

Theme Song: Underpants Gnome Jingle… just kidding… Get if Faster- Jimmy Eat World
 

Morpheaus

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<.< It's never too late for you, my dear. By the way, I hate all of you. Pass word manipulating bastards...


Name: Clover Barnes
Age: 49
Gender: Male
Appearance: Clover is not the type of person anybody would call handsome, or even cute for that matter. A strong jaw line, sharp eyes, and a nose that has been broken multiple times give Clover a slightly hawk like appearance. Friends have often told him that he would not be out of place in the old west. Weather beaten skin along with a set of laugh lines around the eyes add to this impression. Clover who in his early years had been quite resentful of such statements about his appearance, has actually cultivated it over the years. In a day when lovely men sit at the top of the roost he’s declared himself a guardian of the old rough and tumble spirit.

Barring the weathered face and salt and pepper hair the rest of Clover is as young and vigorous as a man half his age. Morning jogs coupled with rigorous hours of physical conditioning, and an at times sporadic diet keep Clover healthy; in certain cases he has be heard to say that staying young is what keeps him alive. Whether or not he is being facetious is debatable considering his relative youth.

Being Type: Highly Skilled evoker and illusionist with moderately developed enchantment and abjuration abilities.


Personality: Easy going and confident in a disarming way, Clover is often the person that prefers to “go with the flow” as they say. Ever present is the slightly playful twinkle in his eye, a trait which stems from an often times misunderstood sense of humor. Naturally sarcastic is what Clover would call himself, others would call him an ass hole. Clover can’t help but respond to such insults with a wink and a smile.

Bio: Born in the early 60’s, Clover grew up in San Antonio, Texas with his parents, older sister, and two younger brothers. Though he was something of a city boy, Clover had an affinity for horses and nursed dreams of someday owning a horse ranch. On his eighteenth birthday he took his life savings, bought a Harley Davidson Soft-tail, and embarked on a cross-country adventure. A long ride west took him through several towns and cities, including El Paso, Phoenix, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, and eventually San Francisco. It was here that Clover first experienced the nature of magic.

A young Chinese girl by the name of Allison Lau met with Clover on the foot steps of San Francisco State University. The two became fast friends, though never lovers, and eventually Allison introduced Clover to the world of magic. Her skills were minor and she succeeded in teaching him only a few minor rituals, mostly how to clear one’s thoughts and altered perception to the immediate environment. After several weeks Clover and Allison parted ways, but agreed to see each other again one day.

From here Clover visited several of America’s most reputed supernatural sites, coming into contact with fellow novice magic practitioners and even more pretenders. In the city of New Orleans, Louisiana the young man searched for the “legendary” conjurers of Voodoo magic. This turned out to be a grave mistake, one that Clover would learn a great deal from. Days of searching led him to a plantation style home a few miles from New Orleans. The owners of this home welcomed Clover with open arms, educating him in a few minor spells, many of which were the work of cheap parlor tricks. Soon realizing the duplicity of his new acquaintances Clover decided to take his leave of New Orleans. Confrontation ensued with Clover quickly resorting to bare knuckle brawling instead of magical technique. The Voodoo conjurers used his tactics against him, quickly overpowering him with magic, and imprisoning him within the confines of his body.

Frightened, disappointed, and alone, Clover struggled to exert some control over his body, but lacked the skill and experience necessary to break such bindings. Hours passed while Clover struggled, his captors prepared a cannibalistic ritual designed to steal the essence of other practitioners. Before the ritual could be completed a powerful wizard known as Xavier literally pulled Clover from the fire and dealt with the conjurers. Sensing potential in the young novice, Xavier offered to teach the boy all he could with a single condition. Clover would return home, attend college, and learn a touch of common sense before Xavier would take him as an apprentice. Agreeing to his rescuer’s conditions Clover returned home and attended San Antonio University, earning degrees in Mechanical Engineering and Chemistry. Some weeks after Clover’s graduation he received a visit from Xavier. Deeming him worthy of becoming a student in the arts of magic the two vanished that night.

Years passed, Xavier returned to the general public several times over the years, but Clover himself remained hidden for many years. Ten years before Xavier’s death Clover resurfaced and joined the R.E.I.A. He participated in several missions, including those surrounding Xavier’s death, before the R.E.I.A finally went out of business.

Now in his late forties Clover is a highly skilled magic user and somewhat successful businessman. With nothing left to do, a growing sense boredom, and perhaps a experiencing a slight mid-life crisis he has decided to reopen the R.E.I.A and see what happens.

Theme Song: Summer Breeze by: Seals and Crofts

Other: Is an amateur card gambler known for using his abilities to turn the odds in his favor.


OOC: Canada and Tigerchat asked me to begin without them. We'll start tomorrow afternoon. I'm beat, good night all.
 
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Morpheaus

Time In Perspective
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The stench of stagnating water filled Clover’s nostrils while he trudged through the ankle deep shallows of the bayou. He ignored the stink in the same way he ignored the sticky moister filled air that caused his clothing to stick to him like wet paper. Nearly six hours of wading through waist deep swamp infested with alligators kind of had a numbing effect on a person. Not that it had caused much irritation in the first place. Clover’s experiences included places much more repugnant than these old swamps. Would the others express such sentiments once this whole episode reached a conclusion? Doubtful, Clover knew they weren’t going to let him slide after this. Not that he could blame them. The case which was supposed to be simple; someone managed to slip into a morgue and slip out with several fresh corpses, and this had apparently been happening for months with no trace of the crime aside from the missing bodies. An acquaintance who worked for the local government had commissioned Clover and his people to stake-out the county morgue and catch the thief.

After two weeks of munching on take-out dinners and sitting in a car they finally caught the thief in the act. Turned out to be more of a problem than anyone could have anticipated and now here Clover was, sitting in a pile of rotting vegetation, staring at an eerie mansion populated with walking corpses, and hoping his people were in position.

“Ok boys and girls, it’s time to earn our paycheck,” he said, a wry smile touching his face.

Moving through the waters as quietly as possible he moved his left hand in a quick, yet intricate pattern. Strange mists instantly rolled in, further darkening the bayou, and giving Clover the freedom he needed to slip into the mansion without being noticed.

Once inside he broke contact with the fog illusion, using the energy to cast a sight-blinding spell around himself. Admittedly the spell wouldn’t fool whoever managed to keep those bodies outside animated, but Clover’s skill with sight-blinding spells wasn’t great, and hiding wasn’t the goal in any case.

The main room was a large open hall that reached straight through the house, ending in a large set of wood crafted doors. Sitting along either side of the hall were two sets of stairs the merged at the next level of the mansion. To the left was a wide set of open double door leading into ballroom lit by two long rows of candles.

”Classic set up, but I can’t stand ruining such hard work.”

The candles flickered in a non-existent breeze, setting the hairs of Clover’s neck on end. Moving methodically towards the darkened center of the ballroom Clover mentally prepared a spell, keeping the words on the tip of his tongue, while his skin began to tingle with anticipation. The entire mansion was obviously a century old, perhaps more, but everything from the carpeting to the elegant pine dance floor seemed to be in perfect condition. Definitely some sort of preservation rituals at work, but why couldn’t he sense the magic? Magic of that scale should stand be visible to him, but the house appeared to be free of any magical energies.

For a split second the tingling of Clover’s skin ceased. Reacting instinctively he released the magical energies within his body and uttered the spell he’d been holding at the ready.

“Siryn’s Cry!”

Instantly an ear splitting wave of sound filled the room, slamming into Clover, and the shadowed man being preparing to attack him. Both men were launched across the room with bone jarring force. Clover rolled across an empty table landing on his stomach. Spring boarding to his feet he motioned with both hands preparing to launch another spell. Burning green ropes lashed across his front, slashing deep gashes across his front, and throwing him to the ground once more. Hundreds more of the burning green cords appeared from the shadowed corners of the room and snaked around Clover, binding him from the mouth to ankle.

Barely audible clapping filled his ears as the cords lifted him to his feet, bringing him into view of a tall ebony skinned man.

“Impressive work, evoker, slipping into my home and disabling one of my guards; if I had been impetuous enough to approach you myself that spell would surely have saved your life.”

Clover listened intently while the ebony skinned man gingerly prodded the prone form of his guard. Blood began to poor from beneath the now dead man’s corpse.

“Quite impressive, Mr. Clover,” said the ebony man. “Ah, where are my manners. I’ve yet to introduce myself properly. Alistair Morgan the fourth, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Clover grunted his reply and silently chastised himself for being taken so easily. He’d just have to hope the others weren’t far behind him, and that some of them weren’t feeling playful enough to watch him squirm.
 

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Name: Shea
Age: 28
Gender: Female

Appearance: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v674/call_me_canada/normal_nekogirl.jpg
Her hair is not black though it is a along the lines of a bright pink color and she is lacking the ears and tail. Emerging from her hair are two small horns that are placed off to the side of her head.

Being Type: Diclonius

Personality: Though being a full diclonius Shea lacks some of the common traits or at least her feelings do not exist as strongly. The stereotypical traits of a diclonius include their strong hatred for the human race and homicidal but Shea quickly outgrew such strong hatreds after experiencing them when she was younger. Though she tends to be a very calm and collected person she has lost control of herself a few times in which she has returned to her old ways, but moments like that never last for long.

Bio: Diclonius have special abilities that can make them deadly weapons to any of those who oppose them. They possess telekinetic gifts that are present as invisible arms that reach out from their backs and exert strong forces that allow them to launch objects and even cut through certain materials, such as human limbs. These extra arms are typically referred to as vectors and with some of the stronger diclonius can deflect certain gunfire.

Shea was born into a normal family but after they had made the discovery of her true nature freely handed her over to an organization. The organization concentrated its studies on diclonius and their behavior, keeping them away from the world for the protection of the human race.

Shortly after Shea’s third birthday she was first able to use her vectors and slowly began to work with them. She had been born with 4 vectors each being able to reach out about ten feet in length. As the years passed her skills increased greatly as the scientist continued to challenge her with tests of the agility of her vectors. Artillery guns were fired upon many of the patients to test the speed of their vectors, which enabled Shea to hone her skills though through some pain. At the age of 14 she had decided that she had had enough of seeing the same four walls of her confinement room only to leave to under go more tests.

Her hatred towards the only people she had known all her life released itself one night as she went on a rampage through the facility. Without the restraints set upon her while in her room she was unstoppable even to the armed guards the fired continuous rounds upon her. Though she was able to escape with her life she left around a fourth of the staff wounded or dead, something she is not proud of to this day, but she couldn’t continue living the way that she had. She traveled the world for almost three years before she felt it safe to try and settle down, feeling as if the organization had most likely forgotten of her. She found herself a member of the Raven’s Eye Investigation Agency and among people she considered her family.

**will post tomorrow...i am tired XD**
 
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