SAILOR ANGELS ARCH OF
Part I: Player
Information
Your Name: Ephie ;D
Email Address: Aww, well I suppose it wouldn't be a pbem
without an...em...
Ssqueakers at aol
dot 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… Is that not one of the best breakdowns of loyal?
C’mon…laugh…you know you want to.
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.
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! Much. He’s got bragging rights to
say “When I was your age…”, though he looks to be a young adult, maybe
early-mid twenties?
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 has a pained or icy feel to it.
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. 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.
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 tried 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.
Voice: Cain’s voice is
the same as Moloch’s only a touch lighter 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 bored, for lack of another reason. 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.
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! 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.
He just seems to get this buzz when he’s around them, almost like an addiction
that he just can’t kick. Not because their bubbling cuteness overwhelms him
either. He just knows how good it feels to offer up them little kidlets to the hungry flames.
Toys: Because Moloch basically
loves children to the point of creepy obsession, he is completely mesmerized
with children’s play things. 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.
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. He really doesn’t care so much why you need to be satisfied, because he
really doesn’t care about you in the first place. It just makes him feel better
knowing that he could accomplish something like that. Not so much that he wants
to control people’s emotions as he just wants to control people. Because as far as he’s concerned, you’re all beneath him anyway.
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: Moloch
does like to spend lots of time messing with his Easy Bake Oven. He thoroughly
enjoys making little bite sized morsels of cakey
goodness. They aren’t exactly the prettiest things, but they have loads 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 confections. (I wonder if LoDs have to
watch out for cavities).
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. It sort of gives him this kind of powerful
feeling, knowing that he has the ability to do something like that. 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, and that doesn’t happen too often. 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 (whining, yelling, stomping his feet) 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 authority.
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 of them than him. (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. Damn. Hell is so other people.
He’s not the kind of
person who will just throw all caution to the wind and go running into action. 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 when it comes to children’s playthings. 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 what, either. Hell, those Wiggleworm
things are a hoot. And all because they are CHILDREN’S TOYS.
There really isn’t much else of a reason. He’s so infatuated with children that
even their toys strike him as a must have item. 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. It’s
almost surprising he doesn’t have children follow him home to play in his flat.
Almost. Then again, he was never really the type to
share.
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. 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. Temples are also separated by the same two factors. One temple might have
a different shape bead, or might wear their hair a different way, but all
temples are linked by this ranking system. The longer your hair, the higher in
rank you are. So in other words, you need to keep your hair at a certain length
according to rank. Females of Moloch’s temple have simple hair styles where
their hair is drawn into French style fishbone braids while the men of the
temple all have the sides of their head shaven and the hair on top pulled back
into a braid, which will start at the base of the hairline. Bangs are optional,
but most of the temple workers prefer not to have anything in their eyes while
they work. Also, as I have mentioned before, beads are a big way to tell what
rank you are, especially while you’re waiting for you hair to grow out. In the
case of Moloch’s temple, the beads are pear, or “tear drop” shaped. Also, his
temple is decorated in the colors of a light cheery yellow and bright purple,
both having links to youth, and the purple having it’s own link to rank while
the yellow carries out one of loyalty.
Now
that that’s been said and done, on to the real history.
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 in the process, as you might imagine). 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, saying things like ‘why
not?’ and ‘go for it!’ 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 again with the questions. There wasn’t anything wrong in it.
Moloch, trying to
continue with a rebuttal suddenly realized something. He didn’t have a reason.
He finally came up with
his own answer, but even he didn’t quite believe himself.
The UE’s
voice, slowly growing inside his head began to prod and persuade that there
still wasn’t a reason why he shouldn’t.
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?
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. Needless to say, he
was hooked like a bass during fishing season.
Moloch couldn’t have
agreed more with the disembodied voice of UE. Well, since there was more than
just him working under his ideals, Moloch decided to
talk 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. He almost seemed a bit too excited when talking to
them about it, which, quite frankly, sort of creeped
them out. 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. He didn’t really pay it too much
mind, though, as he was set on trying to renegotiate with the rest of his temple,
because damnit, he was right and they were wrong and
if only they were there to feel what he did. 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, that little
voice came back, whispering into his ear.
Moloch looked all around
for he guilty person, but found no one. The voice whispered again. It told him
that he shouldn’t be taking all this crap from his underlings. HE was head
priest, not 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. 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 one, 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 they didn’t burn.
While the others were
watching him stew in the uncomfortable heat, Moloch was hearing that voice
again. It was selling Moloch back to himself. They didn’t deserve him if they
were going to treat him like that. Moloch was only barely making sense of what
was being said as the flames were becoming more and more uncomfortable.
The voice demanded him to
show how much they took him for granted. It was quite intimidating for being
only something he thought to be buried in his mind. 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? Moloch reached
up. They were very soft to the touch and were shielding him from most of the
flames. He was quite thankful for them, and as he dwelled on why he would have
them in the first place, the voice of UE came back, sounding pleased with
something. It told him that they couldn’t harness what gifts he had to give.
BUT, it was willing to give him not only the respect he deserved but permission
to do whatever he wanted in exchange for his services. He could do whatever he
wanted on his time, but he had to work for it.
Well, the guy had a lot
of good points and Moloch didn’t see anything wrong with it. Sounded like a
pretty sweet deal, actually. Especially since all these “protect the children”
bastards weren’t listening to him anyway. So with his own consent, Moloch fell
at that moment. The flames suddenly rose above him and began to burn. Since he
was no longer the same “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 leveled by morning. After Moloch tended to his injuries and
let everything sink in and 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. He just couldn’t get enough. Since that day, Moloch has been somewhat
addicted to the complete euphoria 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 join in on collecting soulstones in
exchange for permission for all the children he could BBQ, plus a few other sparklies. Moloch listens to little voices in his head. Finds a job so he can support his cake eating habit.
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. This has also been handy if a parent has lost their child in
a store since Moloch can usually 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. 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 really
fudges it, but he usually just uses this to transport himself
into an alley to disguise himself and walk off into the crowd or some such.
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. 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.
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 sacrifice themselves in a 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.
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 with 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 warmer
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.
Moloch never really had
very large wings. Okay, he didn’t really know he had them in the first place.
He didn’t really need them anyway. 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. 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 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.
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
poker and hurls the horizontal spoke into the ground. He then makes a hoeing
motion and drags the point across the ground. Wherever the poker 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?: Basically this attack just makes a really hot flame
appear whenever he drags his weapon across the ground. 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 on which to do it. He can’t pretend while he’s
floating that suddenly there’s an invisible floor with floating fire. 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. He then takes his poker
and draws a thin line over where the targeted soulstone
would be. His hand is then pressed upon the victim and his slowly curls his
fingers in to hold something. When his hand is curled tightly around he pulls
away, holding the soulstone.
What was that?: Breaks down something like this. Moloch chooses a victim.
The victim is probably going to oogle at his pretty
flickering eyes, giving him enough of a distraction to continue the rest of the
spell. If not, he could corner them or have them tied down or something. As long as they don’t try and escape. He draws the line and
the touch of the poker burns the victim real bad, which most likely makes them scream and cry. It also slightly paralyzes them from
the pain and shock. Moloch is then able to extract the soulstone
ala Temple of Doom. The victim then becomes his little lackey and would jump
off a bridge if he told them, too. Advice to avoid this?
Run away. 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.
Weapons: 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. But since we have the power of sparklies,
and a little bit of magic, it’s not much heavier than if Moloch was using a
regular sized poker. His weapon 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. Even
then it comes back sooner or later. Why? Because it’s a BSSM-esque RPG and we just have those kind
of shinies.
Part IV: Miscellaneous
Information
RP Experience: I
currently play Sailor Vata for Genesis, Momus for Mythos, Tiger’s Eye for CMF, Lightningopal
Knight for Missing Shard, Kinyonga for Eden, and Fenris for VR.
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!”
