Post by Cordoba on Jul 3, 2012 21:37:24 GMT -5
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Gyllenhaal,
Jake[/center][/size][/color]theme song[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Animal I Have Become
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Cordoba is a large being, standing at seven feet and two inches tall. He is extremely toned and muscled, with his skin tanned a deep bronze color. He has jet black silky smooth hair that hangs to just above his shoulders. His eyes are of deep violets that are almost mesmerizing to behold. His wings are an astonish six and half feet long each and a magnificent white streaked with silver through the individual feathers. Despite his appearance, he is a very cold dark being of few words and will probably turn a cold shoulder upon most people unless he sees something worthwhile in them that will entice him to speak to them. The few words he does utter should be listened to, for Cordoba has seen many things and the words he does speak usually will be of interest. Whether they are to save your life, or give you valuable information, it all just simply depends on who you are and how he sees you.
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Sinclair, Cordoba
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sweet 2,057
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Male
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born a, Angel
should we put bricks on your head?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
CORDOBA is, 7’ 2” tall.
no place like home[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Henbury Crater Cluster near Alice Springs, Australia
getting lucky with ~someone~[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Bisexual
babies coming?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
MARRIED? No
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Innate Abilities:
Blasphemy - The ability to shake the faith of another, disabling their faith and some prayers/abilities.
Flight/Wings - The ability to fly. Can have wings or not.
Teleport
Level 1: Shuffling - The ability to teleport to another place randomly.
Level 2: Dislocation - The ability to teleport to a place of your choosing if you have been there before and can remember what it looks like.
Stats:
Strength x1
Agility x1
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Cordoba carries two swords upon his back in the style commonly called a shamshir now a day’s, forged from the remains of the Barringer meteor. This produced weapons that are much more dense then normal material increasing its durability and cutting power while decreasing weight. Each is four feet and six inches long and weighs approximately seven and half pounds each. He also carries a long curved dagger that is eleven inches long and inscribed with glyphs.
whatcha~wearin?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Cordoba is almost always seen in a leather and metal cuirass with a white undershirt beneath it. He also wears leather and metal wrist bracers that he uses to for defense with white wrappings around his wrists and hands beneath the bracers. His legs will be encased in baggy tattered black pants, with a white sash around his waist. He usually goes bare foot, but occasionally will wear soft moccasins Finally he will wear a long billowing black cloak with a hood, so that he can move about without being instantly recognized by the few who would be able to actually do so.
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His wings, what else?
anything.else.you'd.like.to.share?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
None
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disposition to the law[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Neutral
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Neutral
likes[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Good looking people, both guys and girls
,Flying
,Killing demons
,Attention
,Himself
dislikes[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Demons
,People not paying attention to him
,Running away
phobias[/color]:;[/b][/size]
True love
obsessions[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Hunting down the demons who attacked his family
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Born from a meteor fallen to earth, Cordoba does not remember where he came from, or even if he had parents thought he knows exactly who and what he was, and other knowledge such as how to use weapons and what to eat and such. All he knows about his past is from when he awoke in a crater in the middle of what is now Australia with the remains of the meteor scattered around him. Eventually, the crater and the meteor itself would come to be called the Henbury Crater Cluster. He slowly stood and began to move around, stretching long unused muscles and working them slowly. He began to explore the area around the crater, finding food from plants he knew where edible. How he knew, he could not say. Just….something tickled at the back of his mind, telling him. He continued to live, eating plants and slowly fashioning crude weapons from stone to hunt the several animals around. He soon found a group of humans and began to live amidst them. They worshipped him as a “god” as he was stronger and faster then they where and seemed much more intelligent. In return he helped them grow as a civilization, teaching them things that even he did not know he knew. Time past, and though the people around him grew and aged, he never seemed to grow older or age at all. After a couple years or so, he decided it was time to move on, so spread his wings and flew off for a better life.
He flew for days, stopping to rest and eat only in brief periods and then moving on. He eventually came to rest in the growing civilization that would was known as the might Roman empire. He began to help a man named Arsaces XX with the ancient Parthian empire. Cordoba helped the king defeat the romans with his powers and abilites. He even, during a mission in India gave them the ability to create what they called wootz steel by throwing organic debris in to their furnaces that resulted in a carbon laced steel that was both hard but flexible. Eventually the technique would be lost but would eventually be rediscovered and called damasus steel. Cordoba eventually settled in Egypt after its conquest and began to live there. He quickly fell in love with a woman, and settled down to raise a family. He lived what could be called a perfect life with his wife and two children, a son and a daughter. He was happy with this, living peacefully until his world was turned upside down and ripped to shreds before his very eyes. Demons attacked his home, knowing exactly who he was. Before his very eyes, his children were killed, tortured and ripped to shreds. His wife they used over and over, before torturing her and killing her as well. Then they branded him, searing their demonic symbol of their clan in to his chest and torso before leaving him for dead in his own home.
Cordoba survived, barely, but the damaged upon his mind was permanent. While a entire city was dedicated to him in his honor for his courage and valor, he retreated from life, hiding from everybody and everything that could remind him of his lost family. He flew to Europe, settling down with the intent of doing one thing and one thing only....getting stronger and hunting down the demons that attacked his family and himself. He began training hard, honing his combat skills through relentless hours of practice and training. He returned to the place he awoke, and finding that civilization had moved the stone he hunted down pieces of it, reclaiming them and finally had them forged in to mighty swords of his own liking with his own personal techniques, making them more powerful than the standard weapons of the day. Much more dense, allowing them to take more damage without breaking while also increasing their edge until they could slice through normal steel as easily as if it were hot butter. With these Cordoba began to carve his new, bloody name in to history, attacking any and all supernatural’s he came upon with a tenacity and power even demons came to fear. He believed that humanity deserved to be left alone to live their own lives and that supernatural beings where interfering far too much and changing the course of things to fit their own whims, even if it wasn't true, but he particularly concentrated his anger and aggressions upon demons for the reasons of his family.
Cordoba has no friends or family, nothing to be threatened with. He considers few if any allies or even companions. The very few he will take are either human, or are helping him in his goals. These are usually hunters, or members of the group Antithesis, though he is not a member himself. He lives to fight and to kill and bears his old scar with pride upon his chest as a totem of who he is and what he stands for. Very rarely will he back down from a fight, but he does know the truth in the age old adage of "He who runs away lives to fight another day" and will run if he must, but he marks it in his mind, and will not forget it until he is strong enough to return and finish the job. If you happen to become a "Friend" of Cordoba, be careful not to cross him, for it may very well be the last thing you do upon this planet.
He flew for days, stopping to rest and eat only in brief periods and then moving on. He eventually came to rest in the growing civilization that would was known as the might Roman empire. He began to help a man named Arsaces XX with the ancient Parthian empire. Cordoba helped the king defeat the romans with his powers and abilites. He even, during a mission in India gave them the ability to create what they called wootz steel by throwing organic debris in to their furnaces that resulted in a carbon laced steel that was both hard but flexible. Eventually the technique would be lost but would eventually be rediscovered and called damasus steel. Cordoba eventually settled in Egypt after its conquest and began to live there. He quickly fell in love with a woman, and settled down to raise a family. He lived what could be called a perfect life with his wife and two children, a son and a daughter. He was happy with this, living peacefully until his world was turned upside down and ripped to shreds before his very eyes. Demons attacked his home, knowing exactly who he was. Before his very eyes, his children were killed, tortured and ripped to shreds. His wife they used over and over, before torturing her and killing her as well. Then they branded him, searing their demonic symbol of their clan in to his chest and torso before leaving him for dead in his own home.
Cordoba survived, barely, but the damaged upon his mind was permanent. While a entire city was dedicated to him in his honor for his courage and valor, he retreated from life, hiding from everybody and everything that could remind him of his lost family. He flew to Europe, settling down with the intent of doing one thing and one thing only....getting stronger and hunting down the demons that attacked his family and himself. He began training hard, honing his combat skills through relentless hours of practice and training. He returned to the place he awoke, and finding that civilization had moved the stone he hunted down pieces of it, reclaiming them and finally had them forged in to mighty swords of his own liking with his own personal techniques, making them more powerful than the standard weapons of the day. Much more dense, allowing them to take more damage without breaking while also increasing their edge until they could slice through normal steel as easily as if it were hot butter. With these Cordoba began to carve his new, bloody name in to history, attacking any and all supernatural’s he came upon with a tenacity and power even demons came to fear. He believed that humanity deserved to be left alone to live their own lives and that supernatural beings where interfering far too much and changing the course of things to fit their own whims, even if it wasn't true, but he particularly concentrated his anger and aggressions upon demons for the reasons of his family.
Cordoba has no friends or family, nothing to be threatened with. He considers few if any allies or even companions. The very few he will take are either human, or are helping him in his goals. These are usually hunters, or members of the group Antithesis, though he is not a member himself. He lives to fight and to kill and bears his old scar with pride upon his chest as a totem of who he is and what he stands for. Very rarely will he back down from a fight, but he does know the truth in the age old adage of "He who runs away lives to fight another day" and will run if he must, but he marks it in his mind, and will not forget it until he is strong enough to return and finish the job. If you happen to become a "Friend" of Cordoba, be careful not to cross him, for it may very well be the last thing you do upon this planet.
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This is the ankh branded in to Cordoba's chest, seared in to his flesh for all eternity.