Kerberos

[Kerberos]

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] Out of Character Information [

¦» Character Associated Role Play - Dreaming of Realities
¦» Status Quo - Dedicated
¦» Character User - Brent
¦» Character Sheet Creator - J33f © 2006 - 08
¦» Updated - 26 October, 2008 (3rd time)
¦»» Update color - Updated


] ßiographical Prowess [

Names
¦» Given - Kerberos Vayne Toshler
¦» Pronunciation - Cur - bear - rose / vein / Tosh-lure
¦» Alias - Kerberos
¦» Heritage - Human
¦» Personal Title - The Original Dreamer
¦» Reputation - The Original Heartbreak

Age
¦» Apparent - 18
¦» Actual - 23
¦» Birthday - Mid-Summer
¦» Origin - The Silver Pub, Corone
¦»» Current Residence - Corone

Physique
¦» Height - 6' 1"
¦» Weight - 163 lbs.
¦» Hair Color - Black
¦» Hair Style - Short, combed over to one side in what some may consider a fashion...
¦» Eye Color - Black
¦» Physical condition - Fit, Toned, Athletic, Conditioned
¦» Joints - A bit pained at times, have been misplaced. Work fine tho'.
¦» Skin Color - Tanned. I am a God, I know.
¦» Skin condition - Silky smooth, and as soft as your momma's butt was last night.
¦» Handed - Left & Right
¦»» Arm length - Long
¦»» Leg length - Long
¦» Miscellaneous - Markings on his right arm, see top picture, and see here. (http://fc59.deviantart.com/fs27/i/2008/134/c/1/Skull_Face_Horror_Tattoo_by_2Face_Tattoo.jpg)

Special Powers
¦» Abilities - The Right Arm of the Dreamer
¦»» Development »» The Right Arm of the Dreamer - His right arm, and only his right arm, is a bit messed up. For whatever reason, something to do with the marks on his arms, he assumes, he can phase his arm in and out of reality. The phasing proccess is a simple thing really, only taking a conscious thought to activate. For a moment, his arm looks as if it shimmers, as if a mirage in the sun, or some magical illusion. During this time, the arm is not solid at all, untouchable by physical attacks, or magical attacks that do not transcend to a different Plane of existance. Also, for the split second that the arm is out of existance, in a sense, if the arm is moving, it jumps forward in an extremely fast burst of speed. A punching fist, if in motion when the Arm is activated, will appear to shimmer, then blur in a sudden rush of blazing forward motion. It is like JUST the arm and fist planeflashes foward. It makes for quite the sucker punch.
¦»» Prep and Cool Down - A instant cast time and a minute cool down time until the next use. Constant use outside of the time limits will permanantly injure arm.

¦» Developed Abilities - Strength
¦»» Development »» Strength - Through completely idiotic amounts of barfights, wrestling matches, random exercises, arena fights, pit fights, dog fights, cock fights, and matches with miffed women, his strength is a bit more then the average human. As a matter of fact, it is a bit abnormal. 1.5 times the normal strength of a human being.

¦» Developed Abilities - Above-Average Acrobatics
¦»» Development »» Acrobatics - Through completely idiotic amounts of barfights, wrestling matches, random exercises, arena fights, pit fights, dog fights, cock fights, and matches with miffed women, he has learned that sometimes, he just has to dodge and invade. He can flip, spin, hop, cartwheel, along with various other tricks. These abilities have been put to good use in the bedroom. He can jump six feet straight up or across, eight with a good running start.

¦» Developed Abilities - Average Hand-to-Hand Combat
¦»» Development »» Through completely idiotic-- You know what? He punches and kicks things. Both to defend himself from one of the angry whores that get mad at him after he dumps them and move on, and to defend himself from one of the angry husbands of the angry whores that get mad at him for sleeping with his wife, and even to defend himself from the rabid attack dog of said angry husband of the angry whore.

Miscellaneous
¦» Occupation - Writer
¦» Zodiac - Zodi-wut?
¦» Alignment - Chaotic Good
¦» Sexuality - Heterosexual, unless you have had magical alterations. May consider.
¦» Marital Status - Single, but always looking.

Theistic
¦» Followed Deity - None
¦»» Deity's Zodiac - None

] Pros & Cons [

++ Good
++ Cook
++ Muscles
++ Kind
+- Passionate
-+ Impatient
+- Flirty
-+ Manwhore
+- Handsome Manwhore
-- Disrespectful
-- Rude
-- Blunt
-- Dense

] Weaponry [

Fists
¦» Primary handle - The Bitches
¦» Fist Reach - 1', 6''
¦» Fist Power - It hurts pretty dang bad.
¦» Details - Why don't you come find out?
¦» Experience - Homemade. He has no style, if you consider a fighting style something trained. What he does have though, is something he considers quite stylish indeed. His fighting style is rough and straight-forward, usually involving huge leaps or flips that end up with a fist coming down. He is quite the springy person, whipping his hands, arms, elbows around in lethal blows to whatever area looks like it might hurt the most. He has learned a few blocks, deflections, and some minor grabs and throws.

Feets
¦» Primary handle - The Bastards
¦» Foot Reach - 2', 4'' out, and about 6' up, using something like a snap kick.
¦» Foot Power - See "Fist Power", but add a bit of damage the lower the kick is.
¦» Details - You won't see it coming.
¦» Experience - Homemade. This is nothing fancy at all. He mostly uses snap kicks and side kicks, maybe a nice kick to the chin from a side stance, or whatever you want to call it. They are like his fists, weapons he uses to layeth the beat down.

Credits to the format go to the Jeff mentioned above. I felt it was beautiful.

[Kerberos]

¦»Chapter One -

Perhaps it was all to begin here. It was almost sad, how a war for one’s very soul could begin in a child so young. The story that would traverse through agony and suffering would start it’s beginning chapter within the room of a mere eight year-old boy, who had no idea of the tribulation that he would have to endure for the next eight years of his life.

But no matter what the child knew, this was where it all began.

It was night-time, and the boy was peacefully sleeping, wild blonde locks of hair drifting down over closed blue eyes, nice little blue bunny pajamas keeping him clothed. The theme of his apparel was also displayed at various other points in the room, the walls, bookcase, toy chest, and even the bed containing some image of the much-esteemed blue bunny. It was a very cheery scene, the darkness of the night pushed away by, you guessed it, a blue bunny magic nightlight. The little bundle of brightness kept the feared dark away.

For he was but a child.

The darkness still held some sort of fear for him.

For looking closer upon this warm little scene, you would have feelings of love in your heart. This is how life should be, a young happy boy tucked nicely away in his bed, sleeping peacefully in a world that portrayed his imagination and likely his dreams. It seemed like such a perfect scene. And it would be, if not for the knot of darkness in a corner, a knot of darkness that was strangely not touched by the light emitted from the nightlight.

Indeed. The darkness held things that would lead to suffering, even on this night.

Perhaps you would pause for a moment, glancing from the nightlight to the shadow, and then back again, wondering how it was possible. For in all reality, and by all scientific explanation, it wasn’t. The nightlight was within reach of the shadow, and therefore should be able to repel it and disperse it, as it did all the others. But for whatever reason, that was not the case. If you stared upon the scene any longer, a cold feeling would suddenly settle in the pit of your stomach. Alas, even the boy on the bed would murmur a few words in his sleep, as if disturbed by something unseen.

The cold feeling would only grow. For from that corner, from that shadow, a humanoid figure would shape. Instantly, one would react with terror, thinking perhaps of a rapist or a predator, maybe a killer or a thief. But if for a moment, you would bypass this terror and the thoughts of what could happen to the child, you would notice something very strange. It was not as if something had risen from the shadowed area, it was as if the shadowed area had risen upon legs that it formed. For in all reality, if it was still truly such, the shadow was gone, replaced by this dark shade of a human shape. No features, no noise, simply a human shape made out of a single shade of black. Maybe this would only increase the terror in your soul, or perhaps this would calm you. Only a dream, you might say, or perhaps an illusion of the eyes.

Yet the figure would walk.

Yes, it would walk toward the young child, causing you to catch your breath, causing more images of terrible things to arise from your mind. You would utter a prayer under your breath, and close your eyes to block out the sight, only to reopen them to the horror that lay before you. By now, the figure was to the bed. He did nothing though, he simply stood there, the shape of his head declining down in what would appear to be a craned position, unseen eyes staring down at the boy. No, he didn’t have eyes, but somehow, you knew. He was there, and he was watching.

It would continue for seconds, minutes, hours. You wouldn’t be able to tell the time, yet you would know that it was long. Daybreak would soon be to approach you would think, because light always followed the night. Then this stalker would vanish, or the light would reveal him for who he really was.

Then suddenly, the boy snapped awake. It would be signaled first by a loud, strangled gasp, and then the prone figure of the young child shooting up to a sitting position, his eyes wild, darting. It was a nightmare that had taken him in his sleep, a dream that had turned sour and scared him, and called him from his slumber. Yes, he could feel the fear, even as it slowly was vanquished by the comfort of his magic light. Yet it would be strange, for the shadowed figure still stood there, and he still stared down at the boy, yet he was not seen by the boy. Perhaps now you are shaking your head, wondering how it could be so. Maybe you yourself were having a nightmare, or even a dream?

Now you would simply catch your breath, waiting for the outcome as the figure moved. Kneeling down in front of the boy to bring the two at eye level, the shadow would lift what seemed to be a hand, and slowly stroke the cheek of the boy, caressing him lovingly. The boy stared straight ahead, seeing nothing, merely breathing hard and rough at the still existent fear of his former chaotic sleep. It would remain this way until, surprisingly, eerily, the shadow man spoke. It was an oily voice, a sly voice, yet a voice nonetheless. A voice that caused the fear to arise within you once more, so tainted, so diguisting.

“I am known as Fear.”

Suddenly, the child would let out a scream, the horrors of his previous nightmare flooding back into his soul, the forbidden images suddenly leaping from his memory and assaulting him mercilessly. He would cry for mommy and daddy, his refuge, and they would come running. You would be able to watch with relief now, for the story continued on in a more logical fashion. The boy was reassured, the fears put to death, and the heart set to slumber. Yet the shadow figure would be gone before the parents arrived, although his words would still linger.

I am known as Fear.

¦»»Chapter Two -

It had been so peaceful. For the past four years, the boy had not dreamed once. He had turned into something more now, as instead of being a boy, he had reached the age where he was starting to grow out of that title. Instead of a boy, he was close to being a teenager. He still slept in the same room as before, however, there were small differences that an observant eye would be able to notice. All of the blue bunnies were now gone, as twelve year-old boys could certainly not be seen with such boyish things. There were now paintings of rogues and warriors, of dragons and wyverns. The magical night light was really the only thing that was familiar, although the old blue bunny that used to hold the light had recently morphed into the open mouth of a dragon.

Fear settled into your stomach. This night was going to be like that one so long ago, four years ago, to be exact. He was sleeping, in the exact position he had been sleeping in four years ago. You weren’t so sure how you knew this. But, you did. The cold feeling settled along with the fear, as you continued to watch, and as the shadowed figure of before appeared once more. It was all happening again.

Hush little baby, don’t say a word…

There was another shadow. And it had just sung a few words of a very creepy bedtime song.

This one stood behind the original shadow, and was visibly different. This one was hiding in the shadows, instead of being a shadow himself. He had managed to keep just out of the glow of the night light, and was simply hiding, watching. The shadow man, the original, completely ignored him, as if he wasn’t there. The shadow man was completely focused on the boy in the bed. He was so focused, drawing you in, that as you watched, it would be hours that passed, instead of mere and simple moments. Your focus became his focus, his apparent obsession would eventually become your obsession. Your eyes were drawn to the young boy, and you would find yourself staring at him without pause. Without interruption, without break. Both you and the shadow man, together in your gaze, pointed at the boy. The shadowy figure in the corner went forgotten.

Your breath would suddenly catch in your throat as the shadow man knelt down, a hand reaching out to stroke to the young boy’s face.

“I am known as Fear.”

The young boy arched, his chest slamming into the air, his eyes flashing open and his mouth widening in a silent scream. His sudden awakening was almost a move that looked as if would break his back. He seemed to have lost his voice, still arched in the air, trying to gulp in breaths of air to let loose loud screams, but nothing coming forth. Eventually, he would calm, and instead of merely gulping in air, gulp in his screams. He slowly settled back down into the bed, his eyes darting about, a hand reaching up to swipe at the sweat on his brow. His breathing came hard, and for a moment, his eyes hovered at his doorway, as if he was considering calling for his parents. However, he was now twelve. It was not acceptable.

Both shadow man and shadowed man went un-noticed. The boy eventually settled back down, and after much tossing and turning, fell back to sleep. However, the scene continued on.

The shadow man, the Fear, it vanished. But the scene continued on.

The shadowed man in the corner, you now took notice of him. He had been watching the whole time, un-seen for the moments that had passed. He was still as motionless as ever, standing in the corner, hiding just on the edge of the light. He seemed content to stay right where he was, to hold his ground as he stood, and observe the little scene from a quiet and hidden perch. However, as you continued watching whoever it was, that cold feeling in your stomach, it would settle even firmer, even worse.

[Taskmienster]

The Right Hand of the Dreamer needs to be toned down considerably. You cannot dispell any spell at your current level. At most I would say that you can reduce the effects of the spells that are being used against you, no more than 25% though.

Your strength cannot be any higher than 1.5 times the normal person. And I would like to see a skill associated with the Acrobatics feat, since the way it's set up has no limitations and could potentially be powergamed easily.

You also need a skill level for your hand to hand combat, which can encompass both hands and feet. At this level only please keep it to average ability for now, you can update that as you level up though.

[Kerberos]

Done. Does the Hand need explained a bit more, or toned down more, ya think? Or do you get the general idea?

[Taskmienster]

As long as you know that nothing that's cast against you can 'instantly' be dispersed at this level. Of course, when you are level 4-5 and fighting someone who's 0 you'll have the opportunity to do such amazing feats, but even then, things like that are often looked down upon. So, if you could add a larger time limit to that as well, say 5 mins between use for now that'd be good. All of this can be updated later.

You should also put a small blip about the hand-to-hand combat skill as a 'developed ability', if you will. And then make sure you put it as an "average skill" in the same fashion you put the acrobatics as an "above-average skill".

If you want to wait and edit your history in before responding that's fine. Make those edits, throw in your history, and when you're ready for me to approve it all just post again.

On a good note, it's an easy to read format, which is much appreciated. lol

[Kerberos]

Okay. I completely rewrote the Arm, for reasons I discussed with you earlier. The history is not completely written up, but I posted what I had. If you need the full thing before approval, that is fine. ;)

[Taskmienster]

Nope, don't need the full thing. Looks fine, just be careful with the arm as we talked about.

Approved.