Post by HELLBOY on Jul 10, 2011 7:24:11 GMT 1
Anung Un Rama
[/color]of the B.P.R.D.. [/color]
[/center]CLASSIFIED INFORMATION[/color]
"And your name is... oh, dear." -Nuala. [/color]
»»FULL NAME:[/b] Hellboy
»»AGE:[/b] 64
»»OCCUPATION:[/b] Paranormal Investigator
»»FACTION:[/b] B.P.R.D.
»»SPECIES : [/b]Demon
»»ALIGNMENT:[/b] Good
»»ABILITY: [/b] Enhanced Strength & Durability
- - -Strength: In Hellboy’s 64 years he’s been through more scrapes than could ever be quantified. Hellboy has an enormous physical durability likely explained by his demonic makeup. It is this factor above others that make him such an effective field agent with his strength utilized in more brutish and offensive tactics.
- - -Drawbacks: The freedom Hellboy’s considerable durability affords him on a battlefield is sometimes his undoing. Hellboy often overestimates the amount of punishment he can take and as a result calls on clumsy head-on tactics.
THE DETAILS[/color]
"Give it up nasty, we can see you." -Hellboy. [/color]
»»EYE COLOR:[/b]yellow
»»HAIR COLOR:[/b]black
»»HEIGHT:[/b]6’2”
»»PLAY BY:[/b] Ron Perlman
»»APPEARANCE: [/b]
Hellboy is a tall-broad shouldered humanoid demon. A large open coat draped over his read torso and a cartoonishly heavy sidearm on his belt, Hellboy dresses for comfort instead of fashion. He has a tail that whips about with his moods, yellow eyes and broken horns that sit on his head. He wears a samurai knot in respect for older and wiser warriors, a rosary for protection and a cigar for the chalky burnt smell it gives off.
»»PERSONALITY: [/b]
Hellboy was raised with a strong moral compass by a professor named Broom. Learning mankind’s ethics and values, Hellboy came to denounce his own destructive role in favor for one of science and compassion. As a student of the paranormal sciences, Hellboy will do whatever he can to preserve the balance between worlds. He is well-versed in matters of the occult and ancient cultural lore, knows several languages and is exceptionally well travelled. In spite of all he already knows, he is always learning; always regarding this strange new world with an open mind.
Where some otherworldly races find themselves all too reluctant to embrace mankind’s customs, it is interesting to note Hellboy’s acceptance of our vices. On his off time Hellboy has a taste for cigars and Pabst Blue Ribbon beer. He keeps too many cats and has a habit of overeating. Hellboy is regularly rude toward new operatives joining B.P.R.D., largely due to insecurities concerning his own appearance. Confined to a secret facility; he is very often bitter that all his amazing feats must remain unknown to the general populace. Hellboy is a rockstar whose records will never be released, a hero who will forever remain nameless and he hates it.
Regardless of how Americanized Hellboy might have become or how often he buffs out the ever-growing horns on his brow; there are fundamental differences he will never escape. The stone hand at the end of his right arm will always be a stark reminder of his true purpose as a world-ender. For all his compassion for his teammates they will never know what it is like to stare into the darkness and know as Hellboy does; that he is born of that which the people he protects most fear. Taking down rogue giant, after wyvern, after kraken, the paradox of what he does becomes more and more apparent. Who will stop Hellboy when the time comes?
THE BACKGROUND[/color]
"I'm not a baby, I'm a tumor." -Tumor. [/color]
»»FAMILY TREE:[/b]
Prof. Broom [adoptive father/deceased]
Liz Sherman [romantic interest/partner]
Abe Sapien [friend/partner]
»»IDOLS:[/b]
Hellboy has an undying respect for the late Prof. Broom who fostered him. A man of science and wisdom, Broom was ahead of his time for treating all manner of life with the same unending enthusiasm and respect. Hellboy will always respect men like Broom.
»»HISTORY: [/b]
When Trevor Broom killed Grigori Rasputin during a secret Nazi ceremony off the coast of Scotland during WWII, the portal that swallowed the mystic produced a small demon with a large stone hand in Rasputin’s place. The demon, son of "The Fallen One" and hence forth a prince of Sheol was stranded on the new plane. Broom and the American team backing him took in the infant demon affectionately naming it, Hellboy. Hellboy was raised on military bases around the world under the responsibility of Trevor Broom until in 1952, Hellboy was eight and Broom let him join the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense.
During his career Hellboy became something of an urban legend, always operating just slightly too ‘thematically’ to satisfy bureau heads who would have rather kept him a complete secret to the general public. While always respectful of the Bureau’s ambitions, Hellboy developed distaste for authority and his own anonymity before department heads afraid of the chaos that would ensue if he were ever publicly outed as a demon-spawned government agent. He was pleased to know that he wasn't the only freak at the carnival. Soon Abe Sapien, an amphibious know-it-all telepath joined the team. And Hellboy developed feelings for another B.P.R.D. agent during this time; Elizabeth Sherman, a human with pyrokinetic abilities and heavy guilt issues similar to his own. The trio formed an extended family under Broom but eventually Hellboy was forced to come face to face with the true power of his destructive nature.
When Grigori Rasputin was resurrected he made three swift moves that set events in order that would lead them to Moscow. First Rasputin infected the Sammael, a hideous beast, and let it loose. Granting the hellhound the ability to split its essence into dual hatching eggs each time one is destroyed. Rasputin then visited Liz Sherman and forced her to loose control of her abilities, burning the hospital she had checked herself into after her resignation from the B.P.R.D. While the team reeled from the onslaught, Rasputin appears at the team's headquarters and murdered Trevor Broom.
With little else left to do the remaining agents confronted Grigori Rasputin at his mausoleum in Moscow. Hellboy managed to take down Rasputin's clockwork right hand, Kroenen but was over powered by the dozens of Sammael hounds. Using a momentous burst of fire, Liz destroyed the den of eggs but when they came to Rasputin had captured them. Rasputin removed Liz's soul from her body, maintaning that she would not be resurrected unless Hellboy used his right hand to unlock the celestial being, Ogdru Jahad. Calling on his birthright abilities, Hellboy breifly took on the form of Anung Un Rama. Myers a human agent called out to him, reminding him that he had the right to choose who to be. Hellboy broke free of his tunnel vision and stabbed Rasputin with a torn horn from his own brow.
After facing a monster that had possessed Rasputin and destroying it from within with live grenades Liz's soul was still locked outside of her body. But when Hellboy whispers in her ear she is revived. He tells her when she asks that he merely threatened the Orgdru Jahad that he would come for them if her soul wasn't returned.
Hellboy hasn't spent much time dealing with the event in Moscow. Liz Sherman left the team to get her powers under control but they continue to enjoy a committed relationship. The team feels different without Broom and though he tries to pick up the slack he usually becomes frustrated all over again, messes things up and gets chewed out by Manning. He's heard rumblings of a new end of the world event as new forces ally themselves with the Bureau. Hellboy doesn't know what to make of Opus Dei, he's never met an angel that didn't come off just slightly full of himself and he knows he doesn't trust Nuada Silverlance as far as he could throw him - though he could likely throw him pretty far. Most nights Hellboy drinks and stares at his right hand. Sometimes he can still feel Rasputin's voice in his head. It feels cold.
THE PLAYER[/color]
"I can't smile without you...." -Abe & Hellboy. [/color]
»»YOUR NAME:[/b] Frank
»»GENDER:[/b] male
»»AGE:[/b] 21
»»TITLE:[/b] Anung Un Rama
»»POST SAMPLE:[/b]
“Ugh. Skeletons.” Hellboy grimaced.
There was just no need for skeletons considering he’d already been burnt, poison darted and nearly drowned trying to access the ancient dragon’s tomb. The Bureau had located the last remaining dragon in the Phillipine’s Sabu mountains. They all had a bet going on whether the thing was actually dead or just in a deep form of hibernation. Either way – skeletons…
They weren’t slow but they did everything else just about how you’d expect. The cavern gallery lit by the filtered moonlight was crowded with skeletal soldiers lumbering for the red intruder. Ancient campaign banners swayed over their ranks; these were men who died chasing the dragon. Now they were guarding whatever treasure they’d died for. Irony was a bitch. Hellboy turned and gaped.
The flat stonewall behind him was decorated. A large circle was divvied in two. Clouds and waves represented in heavy charcoal slashes on either side of the division. “So you’re the dragon Zû, servant to the Sky.”
Hellboy felt old teeth gnaw on an eblow and he broke the attacking skeleton into dust with a haymaker. Going for his gun he found his holster empty.
“Nuts.”
“…Re-dd… interfer---nce are you all right?” squawked his radio.
“Yeah I know, Abe!” Hellboy dodged a strike from a bow staff and whipped it away from its owner. “It’s been squeaks and squawks from you since I dropped in. I’m making good time but I’m a little busy right now.”
Hellboy threw the staff like a javelin and a skeletal horsemen fell into dust with the bones of his mount. He could see that they were dragging themselves up from the water in the cavern and soon would over take him. The demon stopped and breathed as he watched the water.
“Hey Abe, if you can hear me I’m going deeper. I think I know where all this hoodoo is coming from. Going for a swim.”
Hellboy tucked his head and barreled through the hordes of bone formations until his boots slapped into water and he stumbled. As long as he’d been in this business he’d learned that there was always a room like this one – a dead-end designed to make treasure hunters and bandits think they were too late; that they would die here. Hellboy shed his overcoat beneath the frigid water and swam against a strange current. Blinding light shined ahead and he pushed after it. His lungs burned in his chest and then he fell.
The glass floor caught Hellboy roughly as he landed on his shoulders. Skeletons that had followed him down shattered around him, their weapons discarded in their dust. Hellboy hadn’t opened his eyes but he could feel light on the other side of them. Wind blew stray hair from his knot and as he stood to full height a gale force threatened to sweep him off his feet. He opened his eyes and looked out on endless clouds beyond a levitating glass platform. Above him an ocean.
“Abe.” Hellboy tapped his communicator. “I’m in trouble. Do you copy? Stupid piece of junk.”
Without warning something heavy fell on the tower sending shockwaves up at him. Gray stone columns hand landed on either side of him but these columns were scaled and ended in claws. Hellboy craned his neck and followed the anatomy up to a gray chalky chest and a head that swiveled down to him. A sharp snake’s face full of teeth and cats’s eyes.
“Zû” Hellboy muttered.
“Be still. You who dare desecrate the Sky.”
“I didn’t meant to barge in but you didn’t give me any other choice.”
“Be silent. Your hornssss… are you dragon?” Zû slithered her neck around so that her glassy green eye was within arm’s distance.
Hellboy hesitated. “No but I smoke.”
“Levity.” The face lifted further away, straightening its neck. “Why have you come?”
“I was coming to see you.”
“You were coming for the Tablet of Destinies. The same reason they came before you.”
Zû slammed its razor talons over the nearby warrior remains.
“No.” Hellboy said. “You’re the last dragon. I came to learn about you. The world is different now. Not many like us.”
“There were never many like YOoouu.” Hissed Zû. “I would see the world again but I cannot leave. For centuries I have protected these tabletssss. They are the source of the world’s ever changing fate. Whoever writes upon it will alter that fate. Your hand… I’ve ssseeen it.”
Zû opened her talon to reveal large stonework with old script written into it. Ancient scripts were scrawled into the stone. Hellboy recognized these to be mesopatamian and sumerian - others… but at the center of the stone tablet the outline of his stone hand had been cut into the mineral. He read phrases just as Zû curled her fist shut, blocking the tablets from view again.
Hellboy frowned. “I’ve heard that bed-time story before.”
“The tablet isss not a book like any other. It changesss every passing moment. But for the past sixty-four years your hand has always been a part of the world’sssss fate. How old are you?”
“I’m not the end, Pal.”
“Maybeee you are sssalvation.”
