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Memories came back to me of a wonderful rp I had going at one time. It is something that I would love to try to find again. I am looking to write with this green man a long term rp. Below is the character I would love to see him with. If anyone could find it to want to write this story with me again I would forever love you.
General Information
Full Name: Sarunga Deshaw
Codename or Alias: Ashley Summers
Gender: Female.
Age: 650 years old
Birthdate: Fed. 13 1363
Place Of Birth: Asure high capital
Occupation/Status: Mercenary for hire/ business is good
Alignment: Neutral
Factions: None
Canon Or Original?: Original
Powers/Abilities:
Heightened strength
Heightened hearing
Very high scene of smell
Flight
Rapid healing
Can go long periods with out food
Proficient with swords and military tacs.
Agility
Wilderness survival
Flight (with wings)
(Her ability to heal is limited. It has to do with how much she has eaten. If she is full or she isn't starving she can heal rapidly. However as she burns through her bodies energy it slows. She can force herself to heal when s he is hungry however she will need to consume a lot of food afterward. Her heightened scenes can also become a weakness as they can become overpowered rendering them useless)
Weapons/Items:
A small leather satchel that carries person items
Snipper rifle with silencer (when on a job which requires it)
Twin mother of pearl handled 44 mag hand guns
Flask with unknown liquid inside.
Small knife tucked in her boot
appearance
Physical Appearance:
In her human for she stands about five foot seven inches and weighs about 135 pounds. She has waist length pure white hair. She has dark blue eyes and very pale skin. Aside from her odd hair coloring in this form she looks like any normal person. In her original form her skin and hair are the same. She has small soft black scales running down along her neck and down over her shoulders and arms. She has two large black bat like wings which allow her to take flight. From her tail bone she has a long thick black scaled tail. Her ears take on a slightly more pointed appearance and above them two small horns grow out. Her eyes turn to a deep crimson color. Her fingers which are normally human become more claw like in appearance. No matter her form she can't hide her white hair coloring or the milky coloring of her blood. She has one long jagged scar running right over her breast bone. She also has two long scars running down from her shoulder blades to her waists.
Clothing and Armor: She isn't one for armor feeling that it slows down her natural agility. When on a job or going on an extended mission she tends to like to wear a long black trench coat, a snug fitting sweater and form fitting black pants. She likes wearing boots that are snug fitting Under the sweater she wears a black cami top. When not on a job and living like a normal person she tends of wear t-shirts and jeans.
Personality
Likes: She is a loner by nature so she enjoys quite times. Like many women on earth she has found out how good chocolate can be. She enjoys old black and white movies and highly enjoys listening to classical music. Most of all though she enjoys being out in nature miles away from people and flying.
Dislikes: Even with what she does as a living she hates seeing innocent people being killed. To her ones that do not take up a weapon should not be involved in the battle field. Due to her heightened senses she doesn't like being around a lot of people since it over powers her senses
Fears: She has an almost debilitating fear of being submerged in water or being in water that is waist level.
Bad Habits: She has a habit of drinking and taking pain killers that are not her own at times. She also has been known to cuss along with over sleeping from time to time. She also has a very bad habit of becoming too focused on something.
Sexual Orientation: Straight
General Personality: She almost always keeps people at arms length mostly for their own protection in her mind. Even though her life has taken her on a darker path she still holds on to the ideal that she is doing the right thing. In her mind she is protecting her people by keeping the darkness from them and everyone else. Still her heart longs to be a hero once more. Though she has killed she still holds a odd code of honor never killing women or children unless they attack first. She quite and often times coming across as being cold. Though she is a cold person she is capable of growing close to people even seeing them as very close friends though that person may never know it. When she does come close to someone she will stop at nothing to make sure they are safe. She has been known to break down and cry at times more so during the winter when bad memories of her past tend to surface. Always though like a true warrior she is looking for a battle worth of her death.
Background
Siblings:
Brother, Aden Deshaw, Dead
Sister in law, Odes Deshaw, Dead
Sister, Shea Deshaw, Dead
Mother:
Nysd Deshaw, Dead
Father:
Belmos Deshaw, Dead
History:
Sarunga Deshaw was born into the ruling family during what many could call their golden age. It was a time of great technological and social growth. In a time of peace for the first few years of her life she didn't know want and need. Then during a expedition her father was exposed to something unknown to them. When he returned everything changed. The normally peaceful people became warlike conquering planet after planet under her fathers new lead. He took his young daughter and turned her into a living breathing weapon of war. She grew up quickly on the battle field believing that her father was right. She killed thousands in the name of her people. She followed her orders with out question until one mission where everything went wrong and she was the only survivor. After that she knew what she had to do she attacked her father drawing the darkness out of him and taking it on herself and ran. Somehow she arrived on earth during a time when people where still building and living in castles. She integrated among humans living among them. She watched the slow passage of time as people advanced. She quickly turned to doing things that normally put her on the wrong side of the law. This continued on up unto present day. With the emergence of “hero” she found herself at ends with these heroes. She often clashed with them sometimes coming out on top and other barely slipping away. The more she clashed against them the more she found herself thinking about the time when protected people.
Roleplay Sample:
(This is a post I had on another superhero rp forum before everyone left. In this post she is trying to get Tony Starks attention))
A sleek slender figure remained perched upon one of the few open bar stools. All the rest, which helped line the full semi circle bar, where packed with some of the more regular club members. Though she looked far from a normal club member. The club lights played over soft flawless pale skin that looked as though it had not seen sunlight in a couple years. Long strands of soft white hair pulled up in a tight fitting bun two Chinese sticks keeping it from falling free. The dress she wore was anything but common to be seen. Black silk clung to her pale skin form like a second skin. The sides where fully open the front and back only held together by see threw black lace. Roses and vines making up the pattern on the lace. Long slender legs propped themselves up on the ring of the bar stool. Those same long shapely legs where clothed in sheer black thigh high stalking. The lace which lined the meatier part of her thigh bore the same rose and vine lace design. All of her clothing shouted to being tailored made for the young vixen who old seemed to be 24 years of age. Five inch stiletto heels [perched themselves atop the soothe silver ring of the bar stool. Sarunga DeShaw’s long slender fingers made yet another lazy run over the lip of the shoot glass before her. The clear vodka held with in would spread its scent up surpassing all those around her, a small comfort for the young woman. Another slow pass of a long slender finger over the lip of the glass was all it would take to pull a slight frown to those full red lips.
“Figures the glasses would be imitation,” she whispered as her fingers moved from running lazy circles over the lip of the glass to gripping its most surface. Bring it slowly to her lips she allowed the strong liquid to wash down her throat. Bringing with it a highly pleasant burning effect.
Sliding from the seat her slender form moved threw the crowded club with the grace and agility given to dancers. She was here for a job not to drown her sorrows at the bottom of a glass. After all there where bills to be paid and supplies to be acquired. Most of which where far from cheep.
“Pardon,” she whispered her hand resting on the shoulder of another young woman who seemed quite enamored with the young man she was speaking with.
The young red head peeked out over her shoulder a deep frown from the looks of the woman seeking passage past her. “Slut,” She muttered as she steeped to the side before going back talking to the young man.
Deep blue eyes moved quickly towards the door as nothing at the moment sounded better then escaping this crowded room. To quit feeling the brushing of bodies against hers. Another couple steeps freed her from the group allowing a small sigh of relief to slip out past her lips. Looking back at the crowded dance floor and all the people who where just standing around talking it was easy to see how one could easy get swallowed in the mass of people. Turning a few locks of white hair escaped the confines of their bun falling over her pale forehead as she turned to leave. As she made the full turn she found herself face to face with someone of great interest to her.
“My my,” she said a soft smile forming on her deep red lips. She knew the man who stood before her by reputation only. The great Tony Stark. Her eyes quickly moved to the two women at his side before turning back to him. “Too bad you seem to be busy for the night,” She spoke her head tilting off to the side slightly. Her long slender neck catching the club lights along the edge.
General Information
Full Name: Sarunga Deshaw
Codename or Alias: Ashley Summers
Gender: Female.
Age: 650 years old
Birthdate: Fed. 13 1363
Place Of Birth: Asure high capital
Occupation/Status: Mercenary for hire/ business is good
Alignment: Neutral
Factions: None
Canon Or Original?: Original
Powers/Abilities:
Heightened strength
Heightened hearing
Very high scene of smell
Flight
Rapid healing
Can go long periods with out food
Proficient with swords and military tacs.
Agility
Wilderness survival
Flight (with wings)
(Her ability to heal is limited. It has to do with how much she has eaten. If she is full or she isn't starving she can heal rapidly. However as she burns through her bodies energy it slows. She can force herself to heal when s he is hungry however she will need to consume a lot of food afterward. Her heightened scenes can also become a weakness as they can become overpowered rendering them useless)
Weapons/Items:
A small leather satchel that carries person items
Snipper rifle with silencer (when on a job which requires it)
Twin mother of pearl handled 44 mag hand guns
Flask with unknown liquid inside.
Small knife tucked in her boot
appearance
Physical Appearance:
In her human for she stands about five foot seven inches and weighs about 135 pounds. She has waist length pure white hair. She has dark blue eyes and very pale skin. Aside from her odd hair coloring in this form she looks like any normal person. In her original form her skin and hair are the same. She has small soft black scales running down along her neck and down over her shoulders and arms. She has two large black bat like wings which allow her to take flight. From her tail bone she has a long thick black scaled tail. Her ears take on a slightly more pointed appearance and above them two small horns grow out. Her eyes turn to a deep crimson color. Her fingers which are normally human become more claw like in appearance. No matter her form she can't hide her white hair coloring or the milky coloring of her blood. She has one long jagged scar running right over her breast bone. She also has two long scars running down from her shoulder blades to her waists.
Clothing and Armor: She isn't one for armor feeling that it slows down her natural agility. When on a job or going on an extended mission she tends to like to wear a long black trench coat, a snug fitting sweater and form fitting black pants. She likes wearing boots that are snug fitting Under the sweater she wears a black cami top. When not on a job and living like a normal person she tends of wear t-shirts and jeans.
Personality
Likes: She is a loner by nature so she enjoys quite times. Like many women on earth she has found out how good chocolate can be. She enjoys old black and white movies and highly enjoys listening to classical music. Most of all though she enjoys being out in nature miles away from people and flying.
Dislikes: Even with what she does as a living she hates seeing innocent people being killed. To her ones that do not take up a weapon should not be involved in the battle field. Due to her heightened senses she doesn't like being around a lot of people since it over powers her senses
Fears: She has an almost debilitating fear of being submerged in water or being in water that is waist level.
Bad Habits: She has a habit of drinking and taking pain killers that are not her own at times. She also has been known to cuss along with over sleeping from time to time. She also has a very bad habit of becoming too focused on something.
Sexual Orientation: Straight
General Personality: She almost always keeps people at arms length mostly for their own protection in her mind. Even though her life has taken her on a darker path she still holds on to the ideal that she is doing the right thing. In her mind she is protecting her people by keeping the darkness from them and everyone else. Still her heart longs to be a hero once more. Though she has killed she still holds a odd code of honor never killing women or children unless they attack first. She quite and often times coming across as being cold. Though she is a cold person she is capable of growing close to people even seeing them as very close friends though that person may never know it. When she does come close to someone she will stop at nothing to make sure they are safe. She has been known to break down and cry at times more so during the winter when bad memories of her past tend to surface. Always though like a true warrior she is looking for a battle worth of her death.
Background
Siblings:
Brother, Aden Deshaw, Dead
Sister in law, Odes Deshaw, Dead
Sister, Shea Deshaw, Dead
Mother:
Nysd Deshaw, Dead
Father:
Belmos Deshaw, Dead
History:
Sarunga Deshaw was born into the ruling family during what many could call their golden age. It was a time of great technological and social growth. In a time of peace for the first few years of her life she didn't know want and need. Then during a expedition her father was exposed to something unknown to them. When he returned everything changed. The normally peaceful people became warlike conquering planet after planet under her fathers new lead. He took his young daughter and turned her into a living breathing weapon of war. She grew up quickly on the battle field believing that her father was right. She killed thousands in the name of her people. She followed her orders with out question until one mission where everything went wrong and she was the only survivor. After that she knew what she had to do she attacked her father drawing the darkness out of him and taking it on herself and ran. Somehow she arrived on earth during a time when people where still building and living in castles. She integrated among humans living among them. She watched the slow passage of time as people advanced. She quickly turned to doing things that normally put her on the wrong side of the law. This continued on up unto present day. With the emergence of “hero” she found herself at ends with these heroes. She often clashed with them sometimes coming out on top and other barely slipping away. The more she clashed against them the more she found herself thinking about the time when protected people.
Roleplay Sample:
(This is a post I had on another superhero rp forum before everyone left. In this post she is trying to get Tony Starks attention))
A sleek slender figure remained perched upon one of the few open bar stools. All the rest, which helped line the full semi circle bar, where packed with some of the more regular club members. Though she looked far from a normal club member. The club lights played over soft flawless pale skin that looked as though it had not seen sunlight in a couple years. Long strands of soft white hair pulled up in a tight fitting bun two Chinese sticks keeping it from falling free. The dress she wore was anything but common to be seen. Black silk clung to her pale skin form like a second skin. The sides where fully open the front and back only held together by see threw black lace. Roses and vines making up the pattern on the lace. Long slender legs propped themselves up on the ring of the bar stool. Those same long shapely legs where clothed in sheer black thigh high stalking. The lace which lined the meatier part of her thigh bore the same rose and vine lace design. All of her clothing shouted to being tailored made for the young vixen who old seemed to be 24 years of age. Five inch stiletto heels [perched themselves atop the soothe silver ring of the bar stool. Sarunga DeShaw’s long slender fingers made yet another lazy run over the lip of the shoot glass before her. The clear vodka held with in would spread its scent up surpassing all those around her, a small comfort for the young woman. Another slow pass of a long slender finger over the lip of the glass was all it would take to pull a slight frown to those full red lips.
“Figures the glasses would be imitation,” she whispered as her fingers moved from running lazy circles over the lip of the glass to gripping its most surface. Bring it slowly to her lips she allowed the strong liquid to wash down her throat. Bringing with it a highly pleasant burning effect.
Sliding from the seat her slender form moved threw the crowded club with the grace and agility given to dancers. She was here for a job not to drown her sorrows at the bottom of a glass. After all there where bills to be paid and supplies to be acquired. Most of which where far from cheep.
“Pardon,” she whispered her hand resting on the shoulder of another young woman who seemed quite enamored with the young man she was speaking with.
The young red head peeked out over her shoulder a deep frown from the looks of the woman seeking passage past her. “Slut,” She muttered as she steeped to the side before going back talking to the young man.
Deep blue eyes moved quickly towards the door as nothing at the moment sounded better then escaping this crowded room. To quit feeling the brushing of bodies against hers. Another couple steeps freed her from the group allowing a small sigh of relief to slip out past her lips. Looking back at the crowded dance floor and all the people who where just standing around talking it was easy to see how one could easy get swallowed in the mass of people. Turning a few locks of white hair escaped the confines of their bun falling over her pale forehead as she turned to leave. As she made the full turn she found herself face to face with someone of great interest to her.
“My my,” she said a soft smile forming on her deep red lips. She knew the man who stood before her by reputation only. The great Tony Stark. Her eyes quickly moved to the two women at his side before turning back to him. “Too bad you seem to be busy for the night,” She spoke her head tilting off to the side slightly. Her long slender neck catching the club lights along the edge.
