Character Booklet

[Erin Brown]

Here I will post up drawings, Sample roles and profiles of the characters I have created over the years. These are original's and are copyrighted. I'll be editing in more stuff and adding chars.

If anyone would like to adopt them for use here please PM me.

[Erin Brown]

Of Course you all know Erin.

Here Application can be found here.
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Erin is my oldest and favorite Character. I made her up when I was around 10, of course having basis off of spiderman. As the years went by and I got into role-playing a slowly formed her into what she is today. I was currently working on a comic book type thing about her and her hero friends and adventures but its far from anything yet.

Here are some drawings of what I through Erin could look like.

Arachnia full

Face

Hero machine Arac

[Erin Brown]

And of course why not add one of Erins biggest villains next, the guy in her sig. The creep who made her who she is.

Here are some drawings of what he would look like:

Face (lol this is old so he looks retarded)

Mutant form


Real Name: James Vernon Sweingler

Alter Ego: The Harvestmen

Classification: Meta human

Occupation: Biogenetic engineer and recently appointed General

Marital Status: single

Legal Status: none

Place of Residence: Department of Human Engineering and Military Academy, hidden away inside the mountains of Russia. And other similar bases owned by the organization.

Group Affiliation(s): Villain

Base of Operations: Dhema


Origin

Place of Birth: Germany

Known Relatives:
Mother-deceased
Father- unknowingly his mentor

Appearance

Description:

James is very tall, has a thick build and looks alot older than he really is. His mother was Swedish and German and his father Russian. He speaks with a mixed accent of Russian and German, speaks both and English. He looks the part of a lab worker most of the time. He often wears a white lab coat over purple scrubs or over his general’s uniform. He some times wears an eye patch to cover up his damaged eye. His hair is cut to a few inches and often looks messy and uneven on one side because his resent accident involving fire and acid. James looks and acts the part of a powerful man because he is. His scars, how he presents himself and what he does for a living allows him the evil, twisted, mad doctor effect.

Celeb Face: Till Lindermann

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Height: 6 ft 4

Weight: 213

Eye Color: light gray blue

Hair Color: blondish gray

Sexual Orientation: straight (but you never know what happens behind those lab doors)

Unusual Features: Mostly blind in left eye with part of his face scared

Personality:
Living at bases for most of his life and being trained has left James a little rusty in the real world and with the way things should be. He believes that woman are not as equal as men, is very controlling, arrogant yet often patient with people but doesn’t have much to stand for on human rights. Pretty much if you are a prisoner at Dhema you are nothing more than an animal to him to experiment on. He rewards and disciplining his subjects according to their behavior and test results. He can be sincere at times and others a heartless bastard.

Powers

Powers: James what most would call genius and he recently has become a general of Dhema.

Abilities: James now has super human senses and abilities. He desided to expirement on himself other wise he would be in a wheel chair. His abilities are very close to Erin's and one day will match. (Read hers to see) Later his obsession with Erin will bring him to create a monster out of himself, reflecting his inside. Thus giving full meaning to his name the Harvestmen.


Strength Level:
He has thousands of crafted soldiers and weapons at his disposal. Physically he is top notch; he works out daily, has been trained for combat and being a mutant helps quite a bit.

Weaknesses: Most mortal weapons.

Other Information

Skills:
James is one of the departments most brilliant scientists and engineers. He creates stronger and specialized genes from animals to improve the performance and abilities of soldiers for the future.

Links on what he does:
dictionary.reference.com/browse/Genetic%20engineer
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genetic_engineering

Equipment: Genetic tools, gadgets, gizmos, your basic evil scientist stuff
Transportation: Jets, cars, anything he wishes

Weapons: Pretty much anything is available to him but that doesn’t mean he would use them.

History:

Brief history
James was born in Germany as the son of a nurse in a hidden government base. At the age of 8 was taken away by his father a scientist for said organization. Yet he didn’t know this man was his father nor does he to this day, his mothers last name was given to him. Soon he would forget her and the man would became his mentor. He started him to a small school where he was taught above the normal education level. James began his studies and work in his late teen years after having made massive breakthroughs in the field.

He continued to learn and become one of the organization brightest students. When he was 25 he was moved to a base in Russia where he started experimenting on genes, creating mutant animals, people and then making super soldiers. Since people couldn’t be acquired like lab rats his experiments had to be taken from prisons or random thugs from the street. One day he found a teenage girl had been brought, seeing as most of the people they used were men and that her parents had been shot in her view he decided to take her in.

He decide to enroll her in some programs to finish her education and she was given simple tasks to do such as dish washing. He hoped to train her as an assistant. But do to her lack of obeisance, her fool behavior, havoc reaping and constant attempt to escape he locked her away in the labs holding place where she would spend months. After a while she escaped and evaded the tight security, this happen then a few times which intrigued him. James took up interest in her again but this time it wasn’t for her good. He was intrigued by her spirit and her will to keep fighting, what was it that drove her?

He decided to turn her into a hideous creature, something she hated, spiders. She would be his little side project and in time the cause of his greatest triumphs and later his biggest down falls. Years went by of touch and go for Erin, near fail but then success. She was molded body and mind into a monster by his experiments and his cruelness, slipping into comas and nearly dieing. And yet in all she was perhaps the greatest achievement on his part. Erin would help unlock the powers to a super solider, yet he found she hold more mystery than answers. No experiment came close to what she was fully. He then began to both love and hate her for what she was and in the years it would begin to drive him mad.

One day an attack on the base was made by an agency that fought against such hidden powers, one that would soon rise up as partners of the future Justice League. The prisoners where freed and rushed to choppers as a battle tore about inside the base. Erin was confused and ran away from her rescuers, only to be apprehended by the man who created her. A stand off in one of the labs would end in her over powering him and leaving him in a blazing fire, acid burning part of his face off and a broken back; left for dead. Erin would tell her rescuers all she could recall. She would be surprised that one day he would rise up from the flames to reclaim her; it would only be the start of her and the world’s nightmares.

Sample RP Post:

Note: Graphic

Screams of pain echoed the halls as it often did. It was accompanied by foot steps on the white concert floors. Doctor Sweingler had just come from a meeting with the council, it was a long boring meeting but it certainly put a smile on his face where there was most often an emotionless face. The council was pleased with his and his teams work and they wished to see more and had granted him more funding. He walked the hall down to his laboratory; it was rather large about the size of a large school with many rooms and many secrets stored in them. There he was one of many who ran experiments, engineered and trained soldiers to unimaginable feats.

The screams now pierced his ears as he pushed open the door to the room where a staff was. He walked up with his hands folded behind his back and glazed at the young woman on the metal table strapped down, forcefully struggling and screaming. She then became silent. James stood there with a bitter face as he pierced into the wide eyes of the exhausted and tormented woman.

“Enough.” He says putting his hand up stopping the man who held an electrical device. She only screamed and struggled more, rocking the table that was bolted down. He pushes a table full of bloody instruments to the side. He looks over her body, which was shriving, covered with whip lashes, bruises and covered by a sheet on her midsection. He reaches to the table and picks up a syringe.

“I assume you are not willing to obey as usually, mine lieb?” He says putting his cold hand to her neck. She only quickly turns her head as he looks at her waiting for an answer as he puts the needle into her vein. “And I assume you are not willing to speak to me as you have not for months now?” He says running his thumb across her bottom lip. “Do you think I enjoy seeing you like this, Erin? Strapped down and bleeding all over my floor. Do you think I wish this for you, my pet? No, but it is your stubbornness which has lead to this. Again and again I explain it to you but you do not quite seem to understand.” He says now caressing her hair as she kept her head turned away from him with her eyes closed. She knew he was still mad about the staff member she had killed a few days before yet he said nothing of it.

“So I will ask these questions and I will offer you my compassion for your obedience but I know your answer already. So are you to bleed and rot until you plead me your forgiveness?” He whispers into her ear. “You are my select; be glad it, you are not lain between slides and labeled this moment.” He says putting his hand on her shoulder and leaning over to her face. “But then again your resilience tires me.” He says low. James looks down into her face for a moment. “Answer me!” He yells. He takes hold of her jaw and forced her face to his. “Answer me!” The woman only tightens her body and tears roll down her eyes.

He pushes himself off of her and turns to the man holding the device telling him in Russian to turn up the power. He walks over and stands at the door for a minute looking out as the screams of the woman and her violent attempt to escape the straps grow stronger than before. “Please!” The woman cries in agony and a slight smile comes to his face. He turns to them and watches a yellow liquid drip down the table to a poodle on the floor. “Clean her up and prep her, I’ll want to see her broken ankle and her back.” He says watching her as she slowly drift to sleep from the injection. “I’ll be back shortly.” He says and leaves the room.

[Erin Brown]

And of course we can forget the hot headed weapon happy Scorn.

Ryan

Real Name: Ryan Jarl Weirmen

Alter Ego: Scorn

Classification: Meta Human

Occupation: Weapons specialist and hitman

Marital Status: single

Legal Status: unknown Criminal record

Place of Residence: Maintains an apartment in Gotham's infamous Narrows.

Group Affiliation(s): Villain
Base of Operations: Dhema and Command


Origin

Place of Birth: Middle East

Known Relatives:
Mother and father (deceased)
Brothers:
Ray
Cyrus
John (deceased)
Sister (whereabouts unknown)


Appearance

Description:
Ryan can be picked out from a crowd by his bitter and sneering disposition, but don’t stare to long or talk about him or you’ll end up with a broken jaw. Ryan is usually bald or has a quarter inch cut. He has brown eyes and dark brown facial hair which he usually clean or in a shadow. He is about 6.2 feet tall, large build and very muscular. He wears a uniform, some times with no shirt and he always has a gun on him, even when he sleeps.

Celeb Face: Vin Diesel

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Height: 6. f 2

Weight: 240

Eye Color: brown

Hair Color: Brown

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Unusual Features: body scars, bullet old wound to chest.

Personality:.

Ryan is not your typical person. He is very bitter, anti-social and psychopathic and he has higher levels of testosterone then other men, possibly enhanced do to steroids or his mutations. He has uncontrollable rage issues and is quick to anger. He is a hard alcoholic, smokes cigars and has done drugs before. He has a twister sense of humor and dark way of thinking. He isn’t afraid of anything, does what he wants, likes control, power and money. He likes to see people suffer with pain and fear, and he doesn’t believe in the ritual of dating or consent to get his woman. He hates cats, rats, nature, animals, children, woman with power and happy go lucky people.


Ryan could kill 100 men in a day and give no thought or remorse for life. But he does have it out for people who do him or his few friends or family wrong. He doesn’t get mad or even, he gets both and revenge is a dish served best with the victim screaming in their cold blood. He gets thrills out of torturing and killing people and often in situations he goes too far. A simple kidnapping may lead to a bruised, broken and half dead subject.


Powers

Powers: Ryan's brain creates a form of kinetic action field. It increases his motor coordination, enhances muscle responce and conditioning, allowing him to react faster, move quicker, heal quicker, and acts to increase his strength. It also creates a form of kinetic field surrounding his body. This field reacts to rapid moving objects, slowing them significantly, just before the point of impact. The field, however, also causes a heightened mental instability.

Abilities: Ryan’s knowledge of weapons has enabled him a high passion as a weapons specialist in Dhema. He tests and teaches soldiers how to use weapons and has also designed some models. Ryan is also an active hitman and when interrogations aren’t working he will step in to either make the subject talk with torture or to kill them violently.

Strength Level: 7 times the strength of the average body builder.
Weaknesses: His anger. Sometimes he doesn’t think before bursting out. Seldom thinks about the consequences of his actions. Overtaxing his kinetic field causes headaches, and eventual unconsciousness.


Other Information

Skills: Ryan is very strong, agile, and usually armed to the teeth. His intelligence comes in the form of weaponry but he seems to lack common sense, usually blocked by his head getting so hot.

Equipment: Anything he wants as far as the government issues.

Transportation: Truck, cycle, teleportation complements of Dhema, he can go where ever he wants with a push of a button on his watch.

Weapons: Guns galore! Knives, explosives, you name it. Typically carries several small firearms, numerous explosives, and his signature hand held half moon assasin blades.



History:

What is there to say about Ryan, his whole family and background are a mess from the day he was born. He was born to a mother and father who were both involved in terrorism. His father was Middle Eastern man and his mother was a kidnapped American who unwillingly became his wife. His father was a horrible man like him, he was very abusive and controlling and his mother was sweet but traumatized and depressed. She raised 4 boys and a girl, Ryan was the youngest until later when his father was killed and she got involved with an Irish man who later left her after the brothers threatened his life. She gave birth to a bastard child who never seemed to fit in and was always picked on and beat up by his brothers.

At a young age Ryan was already causing trouble, starting fights, stealing and tormenting the school girls. As he got older his actions became worse and he got himself involved in terrorist training. His bothers were also finding trouble but not as deep as Ryan. After a while his mother had moved out of the Middle East leaving her rotten sons, taking her daughter and youngest son with her. After a brawl Ryan had found himself imprisoned after killing several others on his team and was on his way to be shot to death.

Along came his Calvary, a group from Command willing to pay great numbers for jailed scum like him to train and experiment on. At age 20 he joined Command and so did his brother’s John and Ray. Command was very pleased with him; after years of training Ryan worked his way to becoming a weapons specialist and a hitman. His brother Ray was a guard in the Hold who later left to take on other duties outside of the base and John trained and disciplined soldiers.

One day his brother John was trying to get a subject to cooperate but she wouldn’t. After many brutal attempts over the months to disciple and train her, the young woman lashed out and killed him by breaking his neck. John was the one person Ryan was closest to, they grew up together, they where a team and each others closest friends. The murder of his brother hit him hard. And by a woman! This altered his horrid personality even more. Ryan was very bitter against the woman but he could never get the revenge he wanted to on her because she was Dhema property. Up to date, he now reports to general Sweinger, who also has a serious vendetta against her.

[Erin Brown]

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Real Name: Terry Juan Elice

Alter Ego: Black Death

Classification: Human

Occupation: Retired Military guard

Marital Status: Devoiced

Legal Status:
US Citizen with no Criminal record

Place of Residence: A large 4 bedroom house with estate10 minutes south of Willowlake

Group Affiliation(s): Villain

Base of Operations: Basement of his home


Origin

Place of Birth: Puerto Rico

Known Relatives:
Mother: Deceased
Father: Deceased
Brother: Alive but mentally retarded
Sister: Alive (Lives in Puerto Rico)
Ex wife: Alive (Lives in Florida)
Son: Deceased

Appearance

Description: Terry is of average height and kind of spindly. He normally wears dark clothes and a uniform when working at the base. He has a very grim face and droopy eyes. He has a tattoo of the grin reaper on his upper arm, smokes, drinks and occasionally does drugs.

Celeb Face: Benicio Monserrate Rafael Del Toro Sanchez

Age: 46 but he looks older

Gender: Male

Height: 5.8

Weight: 208

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Black with some grey

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Unusual Features: He looks sickly, smokes a lot and has a harsh voice.

Personality: Terry has a dark and to himself type of personality. He has few friends and few normal interests. He’ll sit at home working on projects and living in his own world. He likes to read and write horror novels. He isn’t very social but then isn’t at all shy. He seems to hold in emotions which lead to building up.


Powers

Powers: Terry has intelligent on his side more so than strength of the body. He has no superpowers but a military suit similar to what ironman has.

Abilities: He has the ability and know how to bring poisons and diseases to Gotham.

Strength Level: With his mechanical suit he has the strength of eight to a dozen average men. If he slammed thought a wall he would get up with a few broses or if a car landed on him he would be able to move it.

Weaknesses: Basic human weakness. Cancer; do to his lung cancer he is slower and weaker. The suit, which also helps him breath, is what keeps Black Death from a simple take down.


Other Information

Skills: Fairly strong. Intelligent. See history.

Equipment: An array of diseases, virus, chemicals and super forms of these.

Transportation: Cars, hover board, flying suit.

Weapons: His suit: Silent hover technology in the boots allow him to fly up to a speed of 80 miles an hour and hover like a ghost. The suit its self is made of a strong nearly impenetrable metal which is heat resistant to a point. He has modified the weapons on the arms and body with chemical weapons such as acid and an array of quick acting toxins.


History:

Terry is a recently retired guard from a military biological warfare base in New York. He was born in Puerto Rico and moved to the US as a toddler with his parents and siblings. His father got a job as a janitor at a base about an hour from the city of Gotham where they lived. His mother got in a fatal accident seven years later and passed away, leaving Terry’s brother and sister to care for him as his father worked. Life was rough for them and he had to learn to steal to keep food in his belly but it was nothing new in this place. The city in those days was harsh and unforgiving.

When he turned eighteen he was given a position at the base as a janitor. After a year he was moved up to security and offered a chance to go to a college. When he was twenty-three his father died in an accidental explosion and soon after his brother got in a car crash which damaged his brain and he lives in a Home. He kept going to college and worked full time afterwards to support his brother. His sister then moved back to Puerto Rico after a big fight with him and he has little contact with her. He then fell in love with a woman and they had a son named Carlos but after he was born she left him for another man because Terry was always depressed and smoked like a chimney. She took full custody of the boy who he saw about twice a year.

When Carlos was seventeen he ran away to Gotham from Florida and joined a Latino gang but soon found out he wanted no part of the horrible crimes and killings they committed. He wished to help stop their havoc on innocent people and seeked the help of the GCPD. But in the end after a couple months the law failed to be protect Carlos and he was gunned down. The gang still operates to the day along with the dozens of other criminals and networks in the city. Terry and his son became very close weeks before he was gun down. Terry’s life had been full of tragedy and misfortune, and he soon found out he had lung cancer and the amount he smoked he would die with in a few years. He became very bitter towards the gang, the PD and the city in general.

Three years had went by and unknown to the base over the last few months he had by passed security; collected data, blue prints for top secret experiments and specimens. He also stole and remodeled a suit that was being designed for soldiers to wear in case of an outbreak. Working and training there for 25 years Terry understands enough to safely contain and reproducing the bio-materials. Terry Elice now plans on using these to plague Gotham with and eventually try to destroy it.

Over the years Terry watched and studied the city of Gotham and was fed up with it. People said Gotham was going to change but it was a very slow action. People in masks ran around seemingly fixing things but in his eyes they only seemed to complicate things, drawing more problems to the existing ones. The action of two men who nearly destroyed the city caught his attention and so he became obsessed with a man named Ra’s Al Ghul and the Scarecrow and he planned on finishing what they had started.

The Black Death now wishes to rid the city of its inhabitance since it is so out of control. The end plan is to forge bio warfare on Gotham and empty it of life if it does not make a drastic change for the better. He will stop all those who appose him if he must and will so little mercy. Even if Terry is found out or captured his actions on the city may not be so easily contained after a point.



Sample RP Post:

Outside of the city was a sticky evening full of a nights’ mischief. Yet the shaded and cool apartment of the retired police chief was the scene of another type of crime, and it was already far underway. The killer was unseen by the naked eye but the evidence was already confessing itself in the face of the ill man half asleep. The tv was on and the AC was cranked up yet these did little to comfort the man who was laying on the couch hoping his sudden illness would go away with some advil he took a hour ago. He thought he heard a noise out the living room door. He opened his eyes glazing around the dark room. It probably was the cat.

From the darkness of the door way grew a set of pale green, lighted eyes and a black figure comes into enough focus to started the sick man. He said up suddenly in a cold sweat but can’t seem to move very much. The man couldn’t get up or reach his phone. The dark figure stands before him for a moment floating motionless and breathing deep with his eyes glowing pale green.
“The noble chief of police himself. It appears you have come down with something. A bug perhaps?” A harsh deep voice says from the ghostly shadow.

“Who are you?” he man says coughing.

“But it is far worse than you think. Not the flu that has been circling the city the last month, no. Ingested; now riddling past your gut, what you thought was nothing more but bad takeout. What you don’t realize is the now millions of spores now invading the cells in your body; infecting every inch of you. And now Death has come to claim you.” He says breathing heavy.

The man was very afraid now but couldn’t get up. “Who are you and what have you done to me!” He says. The Black Death only steps forward breathing loudly his sickly green eyes piercing into the mans soul as it would seem.
“Three years ago you neglected your duties; thus the crime which you have now been sentenced to. Three years ago this negligent cost a young man his life, someone dear to me, someone who wanted to do some good in this city. Three years ago an opportunity for a dangerous gang to be eradicated was given and you failed to follow through.” He says and now stands directly over the enabled man. He could see that this spirit was a man in a dull black metal suit, totally covered. The man then fell to the floor trying to get away from him and slowly started to crawl which didn’t get him anywhere.

“In the end it showed me that this disgusting excuse for a city is not worth saving. And once looking behind the lies, it does appear that the attempts to make it worthy are not profiting. Millions of dollars are spent, which only seems to feed the frenzy in the end. And in reality not even your masked heroes seem to put a bold mark on cleaning up this city for long. No, problems just breed from the old ones. And yet you all keep trying, where you all see blind hope I see a pointless attempt, which will lead no where. I have come to finish was what started. To put this city in its grave.” He said and then grabbed the mans arms lifting him up to his face.

“You took my child from me and you will be the first to suffer, the first to feel my sting, the first to die. For I am Death!” He says then tosses the man to the couch and slams a note on the mans table with an old black knife. It reads:
“Thou shall fear me, Oh Gotham. For I art thou Reaper.” He then leaves the incapable man to his suffering death.

The man would be found 3 days later dead; poisoned with a dangerous and powerful strain of anthrax. The crime and the note will leave the city in panic if word were to leak out. Another dangerous bio-terrorist was on the loose and out to destroy Gotham.

[Erin Brown]

And of course most of the might not know that I am the creator of Derange and Duckie.

Here are some drawings:
Dan: critterinthedryer.deviantart.com/gallery/362459#/d1xm6s4
Derange and Duckie: critterinthedryer.deviantart.com/gallery/362459#/d2igxle

[Erin Brown]

And that annoying and creepy goof ball; Sylleis.

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