1. Stay your blade from the flesh of the innocent. 2. Hide in plain sight. 3. Never compromise the brotherhood. 4. You must remain active and loyal. If you have a situation, please don't hesitate to tell one of the admins.
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| Vaelyis | Jun 12 2011, 11:22 PM Post #1 |
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Reaver Name: Reaver (Rave) Name Meaning: Rapture Race: Dragon Breed: Syneath/Aryan Age: Unknown Level: Sovereign Status: Alive Gender: Female Breed Origin: Nexus, Siethyia; Nyrvyria, Assyria Orientation: Slaughterer and Close Friend Mount Type: Seethen, Frost Born Blood Type: Servile Body Type: Both Flesh or Skeletal Flight Capable: Yes Heart of a Syneath: Valyüre Alliance: Abyloct, AnneVangyne, Sanguyne, Aryan, Evian, Asphyxian, Anthraxia Rivalries: Acolytes, Vydyr, Syrask, Sytsk, Acolyte, AnneVangyne enemies, Anthraxia enemies Viruses: Progenitor, I-V, APV Project: Harbinger and Nexus "Nemacite/Reaper/Rapture" Mouth/Body Mists Color: Turquoise-blue, crimson-vermilion, acidic-green, amethyst, or asphalt-black Flesh Color: Deep amethyst with indigo-blue and/or black rippling highlights Element(s): Elemental; Ice or Frost being the main element Chemicals: Death's Rave, Liquid Nitrogen, Immersion, Synocide Acid, Permafrost, Dry Ice, Rapine, Sanguine, Vatyr, Regicide, Omnicide Attributes: Paranormal Abilities, Gravitational Forces, Necromancy, ascendancy over Undead and life; ability to shift (shape shifting or shape shifter). Most Syneath's being doppelgangers (doppelgängers). Darkness, Punishment, Leverage, and Blood Lust Bone/Hide Metal: Satyre Height: 43 ft. Length: 66 ft. Weight: 23 tons Rider: Baird Scott Reeves Wingspan: 200 ft. Personality: Reaver is immoral and licentious; volatile and hostile, causing grieving fear and pain over others. She is vile, her personality shifting from one to another. Reaver is dependable on her rider as Synile herself, but being as a bad omen she is, Rave can also cause the entity of her own bloodshed the torment and torture of everyone's nightmare. Synile is the higher ranking of every Syneath, but Reaver takes in place after as for she is the nuclear slaughter house waiting to explode. History: Reaver was born in Nexus after the raging battle between Synile and the enemies that struggle to gain her neck and make her fall. Reaver was the only so far that could ever make Synile fall, but did she do it? In fact, as hard it may sound, she has done so, but payed the price after when Synile's Arrival was her own wrath against those who made her fall. A fallen omen rose from the ground and tormented all. Reaver was the last on the list as she received a brutal and grisly torture. Rave learned the hard way of facing Synile in her utmost raging moments and tempers. Synile was a ticking time bomb ready to go off and after Project Nexus and the main operation being that she was to be a special kind of monster, Synile's own rage was set on an extended time warranty, unknown to the explosion of her rage. Reaver was a slower ticking time bomb. She may have been apart of the project, being known as Nemacite in the operation, Reaver only got half of what Synile received, that and Drej'ryeal. Drej was a well known male Syneath, supposedly the mate to Synile, but none even so know. Not even the rider himself. Synile's secrecy of her mate has long passed, hidden with blunder and only for Synile to derive to. After the fact of the war, which the siege still reigns over Nyrvyria and it's regions, Reaver has may times dealt with the Acolyte and Syrask breed, finding them rather infuriating and very problematic. Nothing to help solve the infestation, but the brutal invasion only left a scar on Nyrvyria's own land and soil. Living against the infestation of the breeds, Rave fought along the side of Synile herself, fighting with her as she did when they were just as young. Only, Synile has more over than just one second life in the times of her living. Reaver has only lived once and soon this wasn't going to be her last. Almost yet to be lost to a Syrask herself, Baird saved her by giving up his life and piecing her together with Satyre metal, keeping her body stable and well manageable. While doing so, Baird was able to place half of his heart with her as her Valyüre was able to keep her body flowing and incredibly living. Reaver would never forget the day when he had done so, neither would she ever forget the times she had when to near death, including many dealing with her beloved friend, Synile. Reaver was known was Nemacite in Project Harbinger for her incredible standards and for the high binding rage that blinds her own vision and gruesome thoughts. Baird was never known to this experiment, neither was Marcus. Baird is highly to Marcus as well, but never has he done wrong to him like Reaver has with Synile, which proves the variation between rider and dragon. Thoughts may be alike, but mood can shift unevenly and unexpectedly, even for the bloody count on Synile's end of the fraction. Reaver was well known for her loyalty, but now she gave up on the fact and headed in a new direction: slaughter. As every Syneath is embedded with the hopes of the victims fallen to their slaughter bounded minds and grotesque torture, there is nothing to even escape when trapped between the volatile species of Nyrvyria. Only to evoke their true nature and end up at the end of the spear. Attributes & Viruses: Unlike most Syneath and Aryan based breeds, Reaver takes on a whole new aspect. Born as an Aryan, but conformed into something new in the new era of Syneath division. She was converted (as to speak of) as she grew older and adopted to the Syneath name. Reaver, on the other hand, was permitted to a higher bound to the name if being Syneath. Held for the project, the virus that racked in her body, Progenitor and APV (or the I-V), Reaver developed mutual changes. During the construction of the viruses that were held deep in the Archenam Research Facility (which is connected to he Hive), Reaver was a experiment gone wrong. Rebels threatened to destroy and obliterate the whole facility, known to the Hive that grew below the facility. Reaver was held in the facility, taken down with the destruction and cause. But man's destruction and power cannot kill a mighty titan such as so. The rubble cleared and for so many years Reaver has not been seen or herd of, even her rider was unknown to the destruction and Reaver being apart, but it was not of her doing. Years later, the ground shook of a rude awakening...Something below, not above. Steam expunged through the cracks and debris, glowing lambent in luminous colors. A mass vibration and quake ruptured through the surface and below, giving the planet the taste of reprisal and the awakening of a mighty titan. Spikes that racked the monster's spine broke through the collection rock, getting a taste of the open air. Blood streamed in large crimson rivers down each spike, glowing a glossy vermilion. The rocks and debris shifted, the paws and claws of the monster revealed as it slowly rose from below the ground. Two large set of wings thrust from the ground, the bones cracking from beneath the creature's skeletal structure from being asphyxiated for so long. The jaws cracked open, mists rolling off the tongue and underneath the jaws and throat. Saliva dripped in streams of blood, flowing in thick rivers, running like a system down her entire body. Glossy metallic colors glistened off her flesh, blood caking each and every individual scale. The eyes were still, yet, closed, unable to see the world before it. Slowly closing its jaws, the eyes flashed open to a blunt and sanguine red. The massacre bled and seared the eyes, gleaming lambent to every flesh-tearing globule of blood. The horns and spikes racking its body, there was more to it than just flesh and bone... Much more. More than even bringing to words, the beast was of the creatures above all standing below and to bow down to. She was known for her words and blood filled gore that walked and trailed behind her. Cracking her jaws in a firm grin, as if the bloody personality behind her took the smile for her. The metallic colors of silver ran over the sanguine colored scales that coursed her body, giving the faint glare of blood bleeding over the dark black and amethyst colored hide. Glistening black bones that formed over her body curve to the structure and hide. The enigma of all disaster and decimation, only to obliterate what comes close to her eyes. The grin slowly dissipates into that of a snarl and bare of her teeth, her head sinking low to an arch in the spine and neck. Half her face torn away, only showing the skull beneath the flesh, blood (old and new) caking the bone. Barbed wire, metal strings (much like stitches), torn gashes and infused metal plates and wire engulfed most of her body, leaving her to be part flesh and metal. Her tail slowly rose from the depths of the abyss, a cage-like set of bones running down the spine of her tail to encase with the deadly rack of a weapon down below, which formed into a smaller version of a inverted rib cage. Her chest heaved, collapsing and expanding as her rib cage hauled air through the lungs and tubes. Closing her eyes, they opened once more with a ripple of blood waving and traveling over the surface of only one eye. Why? For the mighty titan, she only deemed one eye. The other may you ask? The other was long gone but now made of metal and reconstruction of the iris, cornea and basic structures of the eye. The small "metal veins" lead into the brain which help connect to the sequence of vision, but thus this being advanced and more articulate. The eye helps detect more than the normal eye, more to what it could ever possibly see. Switching to see heat and spot things at a distance and lock on targets, her eye can tap in the other, signaling it as it switches over with distinct precision. Not only can it do that, but the rotating iris dead in the middle helps with zooming and adjusting, also giving it the signature to the development of the bio-mechanical eye and body work done of her damaged body. Taking photos with a camera is easy, but the eye is able to savor memories like never to be found. Her ability is much more than what she had before, but the monster on the outside and inside is even more volatile than what she could ever had remembered... In fact, she has no past memory. Given the gift, even of sight in her left eye, she has no recollection of how or what happened. Only that a fallen titan has risen... She wants revenge. She craves reprisal. Reaver, the Rapture, the Harbinger... She wants to get even. Pic: Working on Disclaimer: The Anthraxia, AnneVangyne and Abyloct do not belong to me, but my friend Sangyne. The Syneath and other breeds and lands/areas mentioned do, in fact, belong to me. |
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