SAILOR ANGELS ARCH OF
Part I: Player
Information
Your Name: Ephie ^__^
Email Address: Aww...but me likies teh silly... .__. But I suppose it
wouldn't be a pbem without an...em... >__>;;
Ssqueakers@aol.com
Part II: Character
Information
CivilianName: Cain Trumen
Name Meaning: Cain
is bastardized from the Canaanites, which is whom the sacrificial ritual of the
passage of children through fire for Moloch originated from. Trumen is English for “loyal.” I chose this meaning because
when you sacrifice something you are being more or less loyal to someone or
something you care about. (i.e.: a god of some sort) Also, it’s
Trumen…XD Is that not one of the best breakdowns of
loyal? C’mon…laugh…you know you want to. ^o^
Character Position:
Moloch, the fallen of tears and the sacrifice. When he's walking around as
Cain, he's a bus boy/waiter for a hole in the wall coffee shop. ^o^
Birthdate and Age / Zodiacal Sign: November 11th, making him a
Scorpio. I chose November since it’s the 11th month and I Kings is the 11th
book of the bible, which in chapter 11 *hinthint*,
Solomon supposedly builds not only a temple to God, but one to Moloch for
sacrificing.
As far as age goes, he’s
older than your mom! ^o^ Much. He’s got braggin’ rights to say “When I was your age…”, though he
looks to be a young adult, maybe early-mid twenties?
“Scorpio is in tune with
the forces of life and death, sexuality, birth, dramatic changes, danger,
catastrophe and the powerful forces of man and nature. His ruling planet,
Pluto, is associated with atomic power and the criminal underworld. The Scorpio
is fascinated with anything that offers complete transcendence - spirituality,
the occult, ecstatic or thrilling physical states or a complete renovation of
some part of his life. To him, these experiences are like a rebirth. They make
him feel alive because they give him the spiritual and emotional regeneration
he needs. Scorpio is passionate and intense with loved ones. He values loyalty
and bravery above all.”
I felt that these fit the
angle I am trying to portray for his sphere quite well. Underworld,
complete transcendence, spirituality…loyalty? Hmm. Yup, I’d say it’s all
here. ^__^
And last but not least, I
felt that the birthstone, smoky quartz, went along like peas and carrots. ^o^
Physical Details:
Moloch:
Hair: As the LoD, the first thing you may notice about Moloch is the
hair. He only has hair on the very top of his head, the sides shaved and his
hair slicked back into a ponytail. The ponytail is then braided down all the
way down to about his shins where it is tied off yet again. His hair also
starts off on the top of his with a charcoal grey color and gradually lightens
to a very light ashen grey as it travels down his braid.
Eyes: The next thing you
might notice are his eyes. The dim oranges, greys, reds and browns give the appearance of dying embers.
Skin: His complexion is a
very light tan, as if he didn’t really go outside all too much.
Facial Features: Moloch
has a round, somewhat large nose set in the middle of his two often expressive
eyes. His face is very angular and not all too soft in the curve department. He
has a strong, squared off chin that he tends to jut out when he feels the need
to be important. His overall facial expression tends to almost look as though
he is sad when it’s relaxed.
Voice: Moloch’s voice is
a light tenor and more or less seems as if his voice should be at least half an
octave deeper. It also almost has a pained/icy feel to it, almost like slowly
ripping paper.
Build/Carriage: Moloch is
not all too strong, but just enough to pull his weight and someone else’s if
need be. More as if he’s a lover, not a fighter. ^__^;;
He stands around 5’5” or 6”, and more often than not, his help was taller. But
he struts around as if he owns the place…which in terms of the temple, he
did.
Cain:
Hair: As Cain, his hair
is the same style, only a greasy black color and it is cut off right after the
braid starts, leaving only about an inch of a ponytail to stick straight out
from his head. XD I don’t know about you, but even with bishonnen
sparklies, I think it still might be weird for some
random Joe Shmoe to walk around with shin length
braided hair. o__O
Eyes: His eyes are now a
light smoky brown in color.
Skin/Facial Features/Carriage/Build:
Cain has more of a tan, as if he at least tries to get some color in his
cheeks. His face is more or less the same except now there seems to be a softness to everything, as if he’s really just a nice kid.
Only now he has the addition of a few holes in the head. Three in his left ear,
one in his right eyebrow and one in his lower lip, all in the form of hoops. Cain
also has an addition of a black flame tattoo armband on his upper left arm. He
still stands at the same height but now he doesn’t strut
so much as sachet. ^o^
Voice: Cain’s voice is
the same as Moloch’s with a bit more lightness that would make a difference on
first impressions. ^__^
Usual Attire: Cain wears
whatever he thinks might be cool more or less at the time. Right now, he’s
leaning more toward the punk-ish style, wearing those
t-shirts with funny or nonsensical phrases such as “I have just kidnapped
myself. Give me 1,000,000 dollars or you will never see me again.” (Of course
some monetary adjustment might have to have been made… ^__^;;)
Or “The flying hamster of DOOM rains coconuts on your pitiful city.” He’s not
into the whole suspender thing, so usually he’ll just wear regular working
slacks or something along with a nice pair of boots. Probably
Docs. Yeah. He also likes plaid. In addition, Cain also wears quite a
few piercings. Why? Well, actually, Moloch was trying
out his disguise among a new crowd and felt quite bored, for lack of another
reason. (“C’mon! Everybody’s doing it…you can’t get pregnant the first time…”) The rest was history. ^__^;; Though
with Cain’s style, he’s almost bordering on “poser,” but that doesn’t seem to
bother him or really anyone else for that matter either.
Bloodtype: *does the Snoopy dance* ^__^
Likes:
Cakes/sweets: Reason
number one for his current job. Those sweet little morsels with gobs of buttercake frosting and marzipan are not only pleasing to
the eye, but to the taste buds. Even if they aren’t the prettiest things to
come out of the bakery, Moloch would still devour them with much appreciation
and vigor. “…I miss my cupcake.” .__.
Coffee: Reason number 2.
To him, coffee tastes like crap, and it kinda smells
okay, but just the idea of people paying good money for a hot cup of brown
caffeine, sometimes not because they like it but “need it” is just fascinating.
He enjoys mingling with the customers and especially enjoys when they…
Tip: You love me! You
really love me! ^o^ Moloch more or less takes this as paying homage to him.
^__^ You like him so much for making you satisfied you
give him gifts! Eeeee!
Children: They seem to
him to be the greatest sense of purity and innocence. There should be some way
to bottle their essence and use it to purify the rest of the dirty beings of
this earth. He really enjoys interacting with children and at the child’s
request, will play with them in a heartbeat. They seem to be the only thing
that Moloch might consider to be higher in value than himself.
Toys: As much as Moloch
likes children, he also likes toys. He has stuffed his façade flat with such
items as Legos, remote control cars, video/board games, action figures with karate chop features and much much more. He is truly entertained by Hi Ho Cherry-O and
couldn’t live without his Easy Bake Oven. ^o^
Dislikes:
Fire: Well, when you’re “dragged”
through your own fire that hadn’t burned you before, and it suddenly caused
great pain that tacked on a handicap to boot, you might be a little wary of
flames as well. He still appreciates the work that fires perform, but he now
acts extra cautious if not paranoid around them.
Unhappy people: He’s a
pleaser and appeaser. He likes people to be happy, especially because of him.
You’re in his presence that should be reason enough for you to at least crack a
smile. If you’re not happy, then something’s wrong with you and Moloch will be
annoyed. Basically it’s more or less be happy or screw
you. ^__^;;;
Crying: Nobody likes to
cry, really. It’s not so much the reason you are crying it’s just that he
can’t. He’s quite jealous that he can’t leak a salty fluid from his eyes while
everyone else can.
Unfaithfulness: Moloch
prizes loyalty and such above any other qualities. If you’re not loyal, what
good are you and who can trust you anyway? When he comes across someone doing
unfaithful deeds, he’ll usually try to set them right, but he will only do so
much before he just moves on, hoping he’s scared the person into doing what he
deems correct.
Hobbies:
Susie Homemaker: …okay,
not really. But Moloch does like to spend lots of time messing with his Easy
Bake Oven. ^o^ He likes making little bite sized morsels of cakey
goodness. They aren’t exactly the prettiest things, but they have lots of
sugary frosting. When he’s not eating his own creations, though, he likes to go
around to different bakeries or even just stay local in his own coffee shop and
eat various confectionaries. I wonder if LoDs have to
watch out for cavities… o__o
Playing: When he’s not
out trying to find the perfect sweets, he’s usually at “home”, messing around
with his various toys. He really prefers things such as action figures and real
working model planes to their VR counterparts, but he will still indulge
himself in the latest RPGs or fighting games when he
gives himself the time.
Walking: Moloch likes to
go on walks around the city. Mostly because he doesn’t really trust the
Underground and doesn’t own a car, but it seems to calm him and lets him
reflect on various things. It’s his chance to get away from it all while also
giving him a chance to look for things both inside and outside himself. Usually
his wanderings will lead him to a local park or something of the like where he
usually just sits and watches the children play, depending on the time of day
he takes said stroll.
Personality/Alter Ego:
At first glance, Moloch
doesn’t really seem to be the kind of person you would want to approach with
your problems. It’s almost as if he’d be too caught up in his own to deal with
you. But Moloch is the type of guy who aims to please. He likes seeing people
happy, especially because of him. But sometimes he misses his mark, or the
person just can’t be swayed. This is where he develops his “screw you”
attitude. He tends to get a little frustrated quite easily and will therefore
give up sooner than if he really really wanted to
make you happy. He decided he wants to make himself happy as well. He still
enjoys seeing people happy, especially because of his efforts, but if it’s not
going to be easy, or he has to go too much out of his way, forget it.
Moloch tries to be an
expressionless person, though it’s easily blown when he gets upset. He almost
throws a sort of a tantrum if he gets angry or upset, but as quickly as it
comes it goes. He’s also not really much of a speaker. He says what needs to be
said, but isn’t exactly the master of small talk.
Even though Moloch likes
having power among the little people, he’d rather be more of a sort of
“middleman” than the be all and end all of authority. So he now prefers to be
“the power behind the throne” so to speak. He’d rather answer to someone else
every once and a while and rule over everyone else, that way he has someone he
can blame if things go wrong. (“Well he told me to!”) It seems to be safer for
him in a way with the extra cushion to fall back and blame on, but he still has
dominion over the little guys. He sees it as less work but with roughly the
same amount of authoritai.
Moloch also isn’t much of
the “team player.” There may be no “I” in team, but there sure is a “me.” He
sort of has issues with the loyalty of others, especially if they are around
the same rank, or there happen to be more than him. (He already trusts the UE. See:History.) He’d rather work
alone than risk another mutiny with others. That doesn’t mean he won’t do it,
he’ll just be a bit more paranoid and stick to the back. But as luck would have
it, even though he isn’t a team player, he also doesn’t like being completely
alone. He enjoys the company of others, even if he thinks they might bring
about his downfall. He really wants to trust people, but there’s still that
nagging in the back of his head, reminding him what happened the last time. But
he at least tries to give them the benefit of the doubt for a while for his
sake.
He’s also not the type of
guy to go running into action. He was never the type of guy to just randomly go
up to people and start shanking them. Moloch was
never the most powerful guy on his block and he doesn’t really have any good
offences. He likes to sit back and observe all of his options. If there’s also
a way for him to complete an objective without fully going into the fray, more
power to him. But he’ll usually wait until there’s really no other option than
to go and put himself in the middle of it all and…put himself in the middle of
it all. But he kind of has that “I <3 Me” attitude toward himself and finds
it too risky to stick his neck on the line when he could probably get around
the problem another way without risking so much as a hang nail.
Moloch is also quite
easily amused. It doesn’t take much, really. Stick him in front of some sort of
toy, and he’ll be entertained for hours. It doesn’t matter the toy, either. He
likes to sit there and find every possible way to play with the item. He’d
probably be really great for toy development, but hasn’t been given the chance.
His entire apartment is filled with some of the latest toys, and even some of
the lesser known ones. So when his paycheck isn’t blown on cake, usually he’ll
go to a toy store.
Also, as we’ve already
stated, Moloch loves cake. Actually, he loves any type of confection. He is not
above eating Pop Tarts or Little Debbie snack cakes either. He has the biggest
sweet tooth ever and practically just lives off of cakes now. He doesn’t know
why he never ate them before, but there’s no going back for him. ^o^ He’s
terminally hooked on the goodness of confections.
Cain seems to be more
adventurous and people find him easy to talk to. It doesn’t make it any easier
on him to talk back, but at least they seem to be more willing to try. He seems
to be more open with people, too, and always has some sort of smile on his
face. Also, as Cain, Moloch feels himself able to let himself get away with
making really stupid mistakes. He feels he is able to laugh at himself and have
a good time doing it too. Cain is almost as if someone gave Moloch a very
reassuring pat on the shoulder, told him everything will be alright, and just
gave him a day off from his worries.
History:
First off, lemmie give some backgrounds on some of these temples here.
Ranks are shown by the length of your hair and the number of beads you may
have.
Moloch was raised in a
somewhat religious family, back in the day, so it was no surprise when he
decided he wanted to have his own temple to run someday. But everyone has to
start somewhere, so he began just being a general temple boy and working his
way up the ranks, slowly but surely. At least to him he thought he was climbing
slowly. Truth of the matter is, he was excelling
faster than the elder priests had ever seen, but that only made them more
delighted and encouraged him more. So before long, here Moloch is sitting near
the top when he finds a few methods of practice to be “outdated” in a way, or
he just plain didn’t like them. So he decided it was finally time to get his
very own temple to run. Well, he had such a good background that his former
superiors helped the process along and pulled a few strings to get Moloch some fundings to make said temple. So before long, Moloch was
the head priest of his very own temple and he was doing a darn good job of it
too!
His newer methods seemed
to attract more people who would come for self cleansing, ask of his services,
or merely just oogle at his pretty new temple. ^__^
Small, though it was, it was still quite a sight to see. It was between the
time he moved to his new temple from the old one that he, and many other people
realized what kind of a gift Moloch possessed. He may not have been much of the
social butterfly with most people, but he somehow was able to connect to people
and his sacrificial offerings seemed to have 10x more Mr. Sparkle-ness than the
average temple guardian. And since he had more than enough to go around, the
people kept coming. So throughout his experiences he learned what types of
sacrifices would give off more fuzzy feelings and such. (His head also got a
little large… ^__^;;) He found the younger the animal,
the better the result. If you couldn’t find a young animal, the next best thing
was usually the prize animal of the bunch. It wasn’t until one day that he
realized just how valuable children really were and just how much he really had
been holding back.
One memorable afternoon,
a man came in completely distressed. He apparently had received a vision that
he had angered the “Powers That May Be” and was told that by giving his
youngest, he would be redeemed. Moloch tried to send the man on his way several
times, but something inside of him made him stop himself. A little nagging
voice seemed to be tugging at the back of his mind. “Why shouldn’t you do it?
Just think; you’ll be the first to accomplish such a task. You discovered
yourself the younger the creature, the greater the effect. Why
not a human child?” Moloch told the little voice that he was supposed to
be helping everyone, not killing some to help others. There was a pause before
the voice continued.
“Why
not?”
Moloch, trying to
continue with a rebuttal suddenly realized something. He didn’t have a reason.
“Because it just isn’t
done,” he said, finally coming up with his own answer. But even he didn’t quite
believe himself.
“Why suddenly stick to
tradition? You’ve been making new techniques and rituals since you had your own
temple to run.”
Again, this had Moloch
stumped. He really could come up with no reason why not. There had been no laws
against it. Then again, it hadn’t been done before, so the need for any hadn’t
arisen. So seeing no real harm, and having consent of the child’s own sire,
Moloch agreed, a little excited. He was actually quite curious about the
effects of children, but hadn’t been able to test it before for fear of the
general public being upset. But he felt it was time to finally do something for
himself for once, public be damned. This was going to
make him happy. Besides, being one of the most influential and popular priests,
what was the worst they could do to him?
“Nothing.”
While passing the offered
child through his holy flames, he suddenly got a surge of great energy and
power and overall the best juju high he’s ever been on. Hot
damn. This was the best thing he’d ever felt, and he was more than
certain that he was able to get the man’s point across to the PTMB. He thanked
the man many times for allowing him to perform such a task for him, and though
of the possibility of using more children in the future.
“You really should listen
to your gut more often and indulge in such treats more often.”
Moloch couldn’t agree
more with the mysterious disembodied voice. ^__^;; He
was starting to build arguments in his mind as to why they would have to let
him if there was to be any problem. Well, since there’s more than just him
working together, Moloch talked it over with the other hands of his temple,
promoting the use of children, or even those with a child-like demeanor in
their sacrificial rituals would become more effective than animal sacrifices
ever were, especially with the talks of an upcoming war. Well, the underlings
didn’t take to this idea very well. In fact, they flat out told him ‘no.’
Moloch got more than a
tad upset, but told them the matter was far from being closed and went off to
think some more. He went for a walk on the edge of town and came back a few
hours later, saying he could compromise. As soon as he set foot into his temple,
something didn’t feel right to him. You know…ickle
foreboding. ^o^ He didn’t really pay it too much mind, though, as he was set on
trying to renegotiate with the rest of his temple. Well, he found them in no
time, though nobody looked as if they were ready to talk it over. They started
firing questions at him, asking where he was and why he would do such a thing
as to suggest human sacrifices, what kind of idiots did he take them for
anyway? Moloch may have been their leader, but he liked running on mutual
agreements rather than strict authority, so his attempts on making them stop
badgering him were quite futile. On top of that, there were about 20 of them
and only one of him.
Suddenly, a little voice
whispered into his ear.
Moloch looked all around
for he guilty person, but found no one. The voice whispered again. “This is
YOUR temple. Why are you letting them push you around? They wouldn’t have jobs
if it wasn’t for you. You’re the best priest they have. There’s no reason for
them to do this to you…Everything you do is for THEM.” Moloch’s eyes suddenly
opened and he tried to tell them that he had rank over all of them and making
himself the victim. (“The one time I do something for myself as well, you
ungrateful people turn your backs on me!”) Well, they didn’t like that either.
One pulled out a pair of sheers and grabbed Moloch’s braid in an attempt to
hack it off in order to throw him out of his own temple. Moloch grabbed his
hair before any damage was done and backed into another underling, who shoved
him. This sent him stumbling across the room where he tripped over a few bricks
and fell between his own flames. They were quite hot and uncomfortable, but he
had no where to go as they had him surrounded. At least his own flames didn’t
burn their creator.
While the others were
watching him stew in the uncomfortable heat, Moloch was hearing that voice
again. “You are a god among men, don’t let anyone else
say otherwise. I’m surprised you haven’t discovered that for yourself. Go on.
Show them your true self. Make them bow down with reverence.” Moloch was only
barely making sense of what was being said. The flames were becoming more and
more uncomfortable.
“Go on…SHOW THEM!” the
voice demanded. Moloch ducked and held his head when suddenly,
a strange yet comfortable sensation came over him. He realized his robe wasn’t
fitting quite right, and when he looked up he saw the crowds staring at him
through soft feathers.
…feathers? o__o Moloch reached up. They were
very soft to the touch and were shielding him from most of the flames. He was
very thankful to the voice he kept hearing. It sounded pleased.
“Well done. But they
aren’t ready to accept you, especially not now.”
“W-what do you m-“
“Look at them! They just
stare. You need to show them you are not a figure to be taken lightly.
Unfortunately, you cannot achieve this in the state you’re in.”
Moloch, completely hooked
by this mysterious speaker, decided he had nothing to loose.
“What must I do?”
“Word has it that you’re
the best in your business…”
“I don’t see wha-“
“That’s no matter. If you
want these underlings to respect you, you need to do something for me…”
“What might that be?”
“You need to give
yourself to me. Give up all that is around you. The sneering, disrespectful
lackeys and all, give to me by giving yourself away.”
Now, this might seem like
too big of a price to pay to a little voice that keeps talking only in your
head, but Moloch couldn’t see any other way. Besides, the guy had a lot of good
points, y’know? So with his own consent, Moloch fell
at that moment. The flames suddenly raised above him
and began to burn. (“Oh my god…my pants are on fire…”) Since he was no longer
the “righteous” man who created them, they no longer belonged to him. His newly
acquired wings quickly caught fire and he struggled to stop the flames from
spreading. Suddenly, the pain registered and he let forth a cry that shook the
foundations. Moloch was able to escape his fiery captor with a few major and
minor wounds and his hair still in tact, but his temple was not and was leveled
by morning. After Moloch tended to his injuries and let everything sink in, he
found out that for the first time, he was unable to cry. It was their fault he
was in so much pain, but he’d show them all. He practically owned them. He was
determined to have more temples erected in his honor and people sing their
praises unto him. And he was going to make sure they did.
So with that, Moloch
wandered around, appearing to people as a powerful being. They did erect
temples in his honor, as he had decreed, but he decided he would not accept
anything as petty as a goat. The only thing that would please him would be
children. Since that day, Moloch has been somewhat addicted to the complete
euphoria of juju-ness of a sacrificed child. …charming
fellow. ^__^;;
He’s appeared here and
there after that, but nothing completely noteworthy is really there.
Anyway, on to present
times! Basically, Moloch had just arrived in
Moloch proceeded to get
himself an apartment a few blocks away by having the current tenant give not
only his flat, but his soulstone unto him. Lucky for
him, it was also the landlord. Two birds with one stone with that one. ^__-
Summary: (Big)Head of temple. Underlings didn’t like the whole
sacrificial child jazz. They tried to excommunicate him from his own temple. UE
convinced him to be himself and show his true colors before giving himself unto
it. Moloch listens to little voices in his head. Finds a job
so he can support his cake eating habit. ^o^ …I mean…find those soulstones… >__>;;
NPCs: *moves on to doing the cabbage patch*
Part III: LoD Information
Special Skills:
Child Radar: ^__^;; Moloch can always tell when someone of youth has come
into near proximity in either form. Younger people seem to give off this sort
of aura that his little spidey sense can pick up on.
He could also probably tell you about how old the person is, but he doesn’t
exactly have anyone to talk to when he does this. ^__^;;
*turns to some guy on the street* “Yeah, some seven year old is about a block
away and approaching fast…”
“…..” o__o;;
This has also been handy
if a parent has lost their child in a store, usually Moloch can point them in
the general direction of the child.
Levitation/Teleportation:
Moloch has gotten pretty good at this as of late. Well, when you don’t exactly
have wings you can fly with, you have to learn another
way of transportation. As far as the levitation goes, he can either
gracefully lift off the ground, leap into the air or walk off something
without falling. He doesn’t have to have any sort of running start and usually
he chooses the method of just suddenly raising in front of you. o__o As for Teleporting, he can go
from point A to point B, but only if he’s seen/been there before and he can’t
exactly go great distances. Perhaps a mile if he reeeeeeeeeally
fudges it, but he usually just uses this to transport himself
into an alley to disguise himself and walk off into the crowd or somesuch.
You’ve got that lovin’ feelin’: Basically, Moloch
can send anyone the warm fuzzies and the person will
know who it was from as well. More or less, this is what Moloch is good for;
when he does his little sacrificial shtick, the auras and good juju are
transferred automatically to his being of choice. With the magical sparklies and chants/prayers he knows, he’s even able to
tack on a short message in a way. (In 25 words or less!
^__^) The recipient will then suddenly get sort of this calming sixth sense
feeling and a rough idea that the person who requested Moloch’s services is
sorry, begs for forgiveness, wants a small favor ect.
Moloch also finds that the greater the quantity or more “pure” the sacrifice
is, the greater the appeasement.
Children of the cow?: These are Moloch’s little youma/minions.
^__^;; Basically he can just summon from his little
cage of children in henshin space. XD;; His youma look like young
children, ranging anywhere from about 5 to 13 or so. But the thing about these
children is that they tend to have animal features about them, such as cow
ears, or chicken feet, or maybe a lamb’s wooly coat. In other words, these
children, once sacrificed by Moloch, have been spliced with animal sacrifices
in his happy little dimensional pocket of youma. o__o These kids can’t speak and only make
grunting sounds at best. They’ve also probably seen their better days, but
overall they’re probably just downright cute…well…even if some do have hooves.
The youma don’t have any sort of attacks besides the
normal energy blasts that usually range in power and differ from child to child
with no sort of rhyme or reason. There is one special attack that every youma does have, though. If they feel it is necessary for
the good of their team, they will self destruct to try and bring more damage to
the other side. This sends a huge force of dark energy to whoever they blow up
near. ^__^;;; Then, as you might imagine, there would
be no more animal-child.
Henshin Item: Evil scoffs upon henshin!
Transformation: Scoff! Mwahahahah!
Colors: The specials for
tonight are a light golden color for show of rank, a royal purple showing high
authority once again with a dash of connections to the church and a side of it
being the color children prefer overall. For the next course we have a light
creamy yellow that shows for youth and is found often in areas of spiritual
leaders with honor and loyalty to taste. To finish it up we have a delightful
ashen grey that we hope is self explanatory and to your liking. Would you like
to start off with something to drink or have you decided?
Symbol: *more Snoopy
dance* ^__^
Costume: Okay, here we go.
^o^
To start off, Moloch has
a royal purple tunic-like robe with a golden trim. It has one sleeve on his
left side and the collar is cut from his neck to underneath his right arm with
more gold trim. The tunic goes down until just before his knee and ends in a,
you guessed it, gold trim! ^__^ This time, the trim is trimmed with teardrop
shaped beads in a light cream yellow and royal purple in no rhyme or reason to
the color order. Underneath he wears light ashen grey pants that end gathered
with more of that golden trim. He wears purple soft sole clog-like shoes with a
grey sole. His arms aren’t left forgotten either! His left arm has an arm sock
of some sort that goes from his elbow to his palm, not covering any fingers in
the process. It’s a ashen color trimmed in more of
that blasted gold at his elbow and the fingers. The trim is then trimmed once
again by the colored beads. Moloch also wears a collar or choker of sorts in
the gold trimmed with the beads. His hair ties at the beginning and end of his
braid also follow suit. Over his tunic he wears a ribbon in the light creamy
yellow that once bore holy runes along it, but turned blank the moment he fell.
Unfortunately, Moloch’s clothing didn’t go through the fires untouched. His
sleeve, pants, robe, and ribbon all have been burned, resulting in some charred
holes. The robe, once had a small slit off to his left, now has about half of
the “skirt” left and is rather charred. His left arm was also burned quite
severely and has been wrapped entirely in the standard white bandage to hide
the scars.
As the two second Virtue,
Moloch never really had very large wings. He didn’t really need them. They
weren’t particularly big, colorful, flashy, speedy or special in any other way.
It wasn’t the whitest of the white and his momma didn’t have the magic of Clorox
one or 2. They were just the most average wings you could ever lay your eyes on
with Downy softness. Unfortunately, when he was burned in his own hot
sacrificial fire of flames, not only did his robes catch fire, but the tips of
his wings. (You can only imagine teh p4!n. ;__;) The fire was fed for quite some time before Moloch
was finally able to extinguish it, but not before it took quite a toll on his
flying agents.
His right wing is for the
most part okay except for spots near the base of his wing, where the flames
leapt from one wing to the other. His left wing, on the other hand, has had its
better days. Besides the large joint and the base of his wing, it’s basically
charred or just plain gone with perhaps some feather remnants. Also, from the
incident, his wings, once the standard pearly white are now more of a light
ashen grey as if it’s due to smoke damage. Also as a result of the flaming
incident, his wings, once very soft and light feel somewhat rough and slightly
brittle.
Now, as you would imagine,
this would make it quite difficult to fly. And it is, not to mention causes his
wings to ache. He could still put on the show of flapping his wings, but that
doesn’t do much of anything. If he really has to “fly” he’d probably use his
obligatory levitation powers instead. ^__^
Picture-ness! ^o^
Powers/Attacks:
Tear Gas:
…seriously, folks…like we
really didn’t see this one coming.
Visual: Suddenly, the air
around Moloch seems to become quite hazy, but after a while begins to clear.
The opponent might then notice that his eyes are now clouded over with a thick
smoke, his ember irises burning through but slowly starting to fade. When it
seems you can’t see his ember eyes any longer, Moloch slowly closes them,
causing the thick smoke to leak out and surround everyone around him in about a
5 foot area.
What was that?: Okay, so basically, Moloch is leaking a tear-jerking
smoke from his eyes. But the power doesn’t just mess with their ducts, it screws up the person’s emotions as well. If they
were feeling a bit down, they’re going to be miserable, if they’re somewhat
cheerful, they’ll be crying tears of joy, if they just got the crap scared out
of them because some weirdo had smoke coming out of their eyes, they’ll be
sobbing with fear, if they’re just kind of impartial, not really in any sort of
mood, it’s just some random act of crying. Basically this attack is used for
the same reason police use tear gas. To mess with people-I mean…as a diversion.
>__>; The effects of this attack only lasts a few moments, usually long
enough for Moloch to hightail his wimpy fanny out of there. ^__^;; Though he only uses this as a last resort as the attack
seems to drain him physically and emotionally. Pretty simple to stop him mid
attack, probably while he can’t see because his eyes are clouded over you could
put him in a chokehold or something…bitch slap him with a shiny weapon or
power, you know. And once the smoke clears, it’s gone, so fanning will also be
a good counter. But other than that, if you’re in the vicinity and a lover, not
a fighter, you will never find true happiness. What’cha
gonna do, cry about it?
Yet another distraction:
Again, because Moloch is
a weenie and doesn’t actually have any useful attacks…
Visual: Moloch takes his spoker and hurls the horizontal spoke into the ground. He
then makes a hoeing motion and drags the point across the ground. Wherever the spoker has upturned the earth is where a pillar of fire
suddenly appears. Moloch usually always does this in pairs, like the pillars of
fire he used to pass the sacrificed children through.
What was that?: Uhm…basically this attack just
makes a really hot flame appear whenever he drags his weapon across the ground.
Now I know you’re not gonna understand this but
uh…that’s gonna be hot. o__o Basically he uses this attack when he wants to
get away from it all or try to stop the troops from advancing. Put a barricade
of flames in the way, good show! Unfortunately, since these magical flames have
the same lifespan and weaknesses of ordinary, everyday run of the mill fire,
they are quite vulnerable to wet and wind. Moloch also needs ground in which to
do it. He can’t pretend while he’s floating that “Oooh
look, invisible floor!” His weapon actually has to come in contact with
something, but he can use the attack as much as he wants. He could rewrite War
and Peace in a field somewhere large enough for passing planes or birds to read
and would probably have no more than writer’s cramp…and maybe another burn or
two if he’s not careful. ^__^;;
Gimmie the soulstone and no one gets hurt:
The
ever so necessary extraction spell.
Visual: Moloch walks up
to his victim of choice and looks them straight in the eye. His eyes seem to
flicker to life for a moment before dying down again. The victim then shares the
same dim eyes Moloch has. Suddenly, they believe that Moloch is someone that
doesn’t deserve their presence and they ask what they could do to appease him.
Moloch would then reply that he needs their soulstone,
which in turn they would actually retrieve it for him and offer it up to him.
At this point Moloch would snatch it away and giggle like a school girl. ^o^
…okay, not really.
What was that?: Through
the manipulative powers of Moloch, he makes his victim believe that they must
give up anything, even if it means to sacrifice themselves in order to please
Mr. holier-than-thou. ^o^ In other words, the victim feels dirty or unfaithful
and gains this need to give up anything for their cleansing. Once the victim
and Moloch has established a connection (this will be indicated by the ember
light going off in their eyes) he is then basically able to control their will
and actions to a point far enough for them to use his borrowed powers to take
their “unworthy” soulstone and hope that their offer
is well appreciated. It’s kinda like a cat goes to
kill a mouse and gives it to their master as a present to show that they’re the
big man on campus. You can stop him by not looking at him, or somehow realizing
that he’s just some creepy short guy who doesn’t amount to a pot of beans.
Either that or be old. Moloch only targets the younger generations, so if
you’re over the hill or just plain look old, you’re pretty much safe. XB;;
Weapons: I call it…a spoker! XD;; It’s basically a
really long fire poker that doubles a spear if need be, I suppose… >__>
It’s a dark grey iron
fire poker with about a five foot handle on it. So you can imagine that it’s
pretty damn heavy. o__o But
since we have the power of sparklies, and a liiiiiiiiiiittle bit of magic, it’s not much heavier than
if Moloch was using a regular sized poker. The “spoker”
also has the same once holy ribbon near the tip in a light purple, wrapped
lightly around and held on by more magical sparklies
and never flies off without Moloch’s consent, and even then it comes back
sooner or later. Why? Because it’s a BSSM-esque RPG
and we just have those kind of shiny sparklies. ^___^
Part IV: Miscellaneous
Information
RP Experience: I
currently play Sailor Vata for Genesis, Momus for Mythos, Blaine for Dragontears, and Tiger’s Eye for CMF. ^__^
Wave hello.
Miscellaneous: “Oh look,
honey. Torgo’s got a shrine to Baal…”
Part V: The Writing
Sample
It was a pretty slow day,
and everyone in the coffee shop knew it. The girl behind the register was
flipping cardboard coasters and catching them in the air. One of the guys had
cleaned the outside of the espresso machine so much, the light was blinding
against the bright copper. Cain was sitting at one of the tables, finishing off
an entire vanilla and fruit layered cake by himself while fiddling with his
newest toy.
“Don’t you ever get tired
of cake?”
Cain looked up. The girl
who was still flipping the coaster was looking at him, not missing the coaster
all the while. He put down his fork and finished his mouthful as he looked over
at her.
“…what do you mean?”
“Well, all I ever see you
eat are those cakes. Don’t you ever get tired of them?”
After another large bite,
the cake was missing its last marzipan flower.
“No,” he said truthfully
as he reached for his glass of water.
“Oh,” was the girl’s
reply as she caught the coaster with her great precision and placed it back
down on the counter.
Cain sat back and turned
on the switch to his little remote control helicopter. He pressed buttons and
moved the joystick around with his free hand while his other continued to
manipulate his fork as he got closer and closer to finishing his cake.
Something suddenly caught
everyone’s attention.
A man walked through the
door of the shop. Cain, not paying attention to where his helicopter was, had
it fly right into one of his coworker’s heads. All they heard was a definite
plastic “thunk” and the two of them went down. The
man blinked in confusion, but both the girl and Cain smiled in a welcoming way.
After the man was served and left, Cain walked over behind the counter to where
the helicopter’s victim still was.
“…..you didn’t break it,
did you?” he asked as he turned his toy back on and had it hover back above the
counter.
“Bloody hell, Cain!” he
said, jumping up in his own defense. Unfortunately, the lad knocked himself
upside the head on the edge of the newly polished espresso machine and was down
again. Both Cain and the girl laughed as he got to his feet again, looking out
for anything else that was out to knock him upside the head. He frowned, rubbed
the sore spot and looked around for something else to clean to keep him busy.
Cain returned to his
little table with a new glass of water and began working on his cake again. He
made his helicopter follow the cleaner around the store, but had it duck out of
the way when he would try to look. It was quite an amusing way to pass the
time.
A few more customers came
and went and he would make his toy pop up from behind the guy’s shoulder at
some of the most inopportune moments.
Before long, Cain
finished his cake and was left only with half of his glass of water and his
helicopter. Another customer caught everyone off guard and the cleaner went
down with another helicopter to the head.
“Bloody
hell, Cain!”
