Basic Profile Outline for Spirits and the Undead

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Name: Itzal
Nickname/Alias: Itzal
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Type of creature: (are u a zombie, a spirit, etc) Spirit
Description of type: Shows himself as a shadow
Occupation: None
Weapon(s)/Power(s) of choice: Has the power to manipulate the fears of his target in order to render them useless in combat.
Pet(s): None
Eyes:
Shape- Sinister looking, pointed downward in anger
Color- Glowing green
Size-
Hair: None
Length-
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Skin Tone: None
Bust Size: Regular
Height: Veries on the lighting
Weight: None
Build: None
Clothes: None
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Personality:
Likes – The dark, Tormenting those with interesting fears.
Dislikes - Bright places, other people showing joy,
Basic description - He travels in search of someone in particular. Though he will never find that one person, he still travels hoping that he will have the chance to torture him to the fullest. Rage and disgust fill what is left of his heart for the human race.
He is very sensitive to light and must travel in the shadows of other objects or darkness.
History: He was a solder in an ancient war that was taken captive. He was tortured by one man in attempt to find a tidbit of information that Itzal never knew. Once the man finally decided that Itzal was telling the truth for his first week’s time in captivity, he took Itzal as a personal project/pushpin. Itzal was tortured for another two weeks, three in total, in order to feed the man’s addiction to cause pain to others.
One night Itzal was visited by a devil who gave him an offer he found irresistible. The demon offered to kill him if he agreed to sell his sole to him before he died. Itzal was in too much pain from his worst fears haunting him as torture devices in the soldier’s demented game to think about the offer in deep thought. He gladly accepted the offer and committed a fashion of added suicide.
Past: When Itzal finally died his last vow was that he would find the man that tortured him and return the favor. He regrets that he must live forever, no peace in site. He has traveled almost everywhere by the cover of nightfall and shadows. Although the soldier died in combat during the war, Itzal still searches for him, hoping he had taken been put in such an odd afterlife as himself.
Birth Place: Remton, an ancient city that is now in ruins after the war.
Current Location: Adustren

Name: -insert any desired name here-
Current names:
-Randall Cunningham

Nickname/Alias: N/A Fr reference OOC, it's R.C.

Gender: any (write it into your entry!)

Age: any

Type of creature: whatever fits best in the City it's posted in

Description of type: malleable, to be determined by the author. Also, can be any number of places at once.

Occupation: Can be anything.

Weapon(s)/Power(s) of choice: Anything. Preferably nothing, though... just considering.

Pet(s): ...see above.

Eyes:
Shape- depends on the species
Color- whatever you want them to be. *raises eyebrow suggestively*
Size- several. As a matter of fact, you could even make him one giant eyeball.

Hair:
Length- Does it matter?
Style- Any!
Color- anything.

Skin Tone: Depends on the city. Also could be fur.

Bust Size: maybe sometimes.

Height: please, do I have to keep answering these?

Weight: neither heavy nor light. As a matter of fact, it might not even be normal, either.

Build: Hm. Yes, especially if it's a carpenter.

Clothes:
Head - Fun stuff
Upper body - Preferably nothing revealing.
Lower body - Ditto.
Feet - Anything from bare to cement.
Accessories - Doesn't care.

Personality:
Likes - N/A
Dislikes -N/A
Basic description - A character to be used to further your own plot before you've met anyone else's character. It can be used in several different places and as several different people at the same time. If you'd like to jump into someone else's thread when they're all alone and your character is stuck, feel free to use R.C.. IT IS NOT A CHARACTER TO BE USED FOR A LONG TIME, THOUGH. If you are planning to use R.C. long-term in your thread, please make another so that this one doesn't get too cluttered.


History: hm... not much of one.

Past: Anything

Birth Place: Everywhere and nowhere

Password: idostuff
Current Location: Everywhere there is a crowd.

Name: Pandora

Nickname/Alias: The Nanny

Gender: Female
Age: Appears quite young but is thousands upon thousands of years old.

Type of creature: Mostly physical (touchable) spirit.

Description of type: Think of her as the grim reaper for children's souls.

Occupation: The grim reaper of children's souls.

Weapon(s)/Power(s) of choice: Her mysterious umbrella that appears to be ragged and torn. It certainly doesn't appear to be suitable for usage during any serious rainstorm.

Pet(s): Odd little shadows possessing child like voices and shadows can be seen congregating around her like an external aura.

Eyes:
Shape- Circular/Oval
Color- Icy Blue
Size- Medium-Large (She is often described as a living doll)

Hair:
Length- Mid-Back
Style- Slightly curly
Color- Glossy Jet-Black
Skin Tone: Ghostly pale.
'Generous' breast sizes. A very 'pleasing' question mark or hour class shape.

Height: About five foot seven-nine inches
Weight: Weightless - 138ish
Build: Slim

Clothes:
Head - Nothing. Her hair floats gracefully as if it was perpetually underwater. Sometimes she wears a veil
Body - She wears a large raven coloured ballroom dress reminiscent of the romantic period with her waist tightly bound within a corset. She also wears laced gloves.
Feet - Black High Heels

Personality:
Likes - Quiet. Things falling nicely into place. Is Passive.
Dislikes - Violence. Disorder. Things happening that aren't supposed to happen.


Paragraph description:
She wore a large raven coloured ballroom dress reminiscent of the romantic period with her waist tightly bound within a corset. Her arched back formed a pleasing question mark as she walked with both gloved hands wrapped around a handle of a rather ragged and sagging umbrella. She appeared to have long locks of silky black curly hair that bounced with each graceful step almost as if it was impossible to get wet. Her face seemed to possess an oddly cereal quality as it seemed to be painted a ghostly white. Her lips were full and drawn a luscious black as long inky blotches ran down from her eyes which gave her a rather miserable expression reminiscent of a woman with a broken heart. Truly this strange figure appeared too elegant, too strange to be considered human. Actually, if anything, she appeared to be a walking life-sized doll, a doll that seemed to not understand the concept of colourful outfits. Actually the only colour seemed to come from a curiously crimson rose corsage tied about her left wrist and from her mysteriously icy blue eyes.