Artan Havek (Howler)

Posts : 13 Join date : 2013-01-02 Age : 31

Artan Havek
The charm of darkness only tempts the strong

The Biography

Birth Name: Artan Havek
Aliases: Howler
Gender: Male
Age: 157
Birth Date: November 5th
Class: The Otherwordly

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Artan is a high ranking member of society, and as such, he dresses to impress. He wears a crimson overcoat on top of a jet black suit and cargo pants combo, which are all fitted for his lean physique. Standing at a height of 6 feet and weighing 150 pounds makes him a rather fit combatant. Under the black jacket lies a dark vest with white trimmings. The buttons on his attire are also a pure tone of matching white, just as the dress shirt he wears tight against his pale skin. A red tie stands out, loosely tied around his neck. The dress shirt is loosely buttoned at the collar, revealing a intricate black tribal tattoo on his neck which marks his position in his demented society. across his waist is a white belt, with a silver chrome buckle at the center. He brandishes black dress shoes, with rounded ends.

His hair is long, most of it ending somewhere around the farthest reaches of his face. It is colored a silver tone which gives Artan his elite presence. His eyes are two different shades from one another, the one on the right being a pure red while the other is a dark indigo. Despite his age, Artan has the features of a 19 year old boy. His skin is colored a crimson red whenever he morphs his body, with several ravines of black flowing energy etched into it. His eyes glow a demonic red hue when he is in said form, vanquishing the more humane indigo which existed before.

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Artan is an advocate of everything thats wrong with the world nowadays, he revels in vice and avarice as if it was his favorite pastimes. He loves hearing the screams of his captives, and is one hell of an egomaniac. If given the chance, he would talk off the ears of every single living being he could get his hands on, looking classy and dancing between complex concepts as he does so. He is immeasurably corrupt, and would go to any lengths (deception, thievery, sabotage, etc.) if in turn it would lead to a cataclysm of interesting events, for that is truly what he lives for. Artan hates the notion of being bored, but is very insatiable, not many things would entertain him after all. This is why he leads a very closed off life, surrounding himself with only the finer and darker things. He wouldn't dare go near a dreary old church, no, he'd rather spend his time in a vast arena watching men fighting to the death for spoils which he probably wouldn't give them anyways.

Havek is ambitious, he wants it all from insurmountable riches to the most beautiful women. If not given these items, he is prone to bouts of rage which could mean anything from a massive massacre to the destruction of certain parts of a city. This is not to say that he is ill tempered, but instead that his temper is in fact ill. Aside from that one kink, it usually takes a lot of work to anger him, but once he blows, only havoc and mayhem lie ahead. He is known to be cynical and completely demented, with one of his few other passions being the pain of his victims. Since his realm is that of torture and pain, he takes great pride in the work he does. He is a master of torture, and to that degree he will use all assets in order to stimulate pain in his victims, using family ties and insecurities in order to coax out a persons worst fears.

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Flaw Name: Shriek Sustenance
Flaw Type: Recharge Flaw
Flaw Description: In order for Artan to use his powers, he must constantly stock up on the screams of the horrified. The more negative emotions which are present in their shrieks the more power he is able to draw from them. Once he has reached 10% of his total energy, he begins to feel fatigued as well as losing a total of 50% percent on all physical attributes, making him quite literally half the man he once was. When utterly drained he loses all Demonic Transformations, turning back into a shriveled husk of his original form doomed to death if no sound is gathered by the end of the post

Point System for Power Usage: C Rank = 20 Points, B Rank = 25 Points, A Rank = 30 Points, S Rank = 35 Points, S+ Rank = 40 Points

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The Background

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This story is one told time and time again, the characters may change along with the times and dates, but the story remains the same. In a galaxy far, far away their existed a planet known as Pax, a dark and insidious planet which was home to a rather vile species of inhabitants. This inhabitants conducted everything with a morbid overtone, so it is only fitting that their beginnings should have been just as demented as they themselves were. Pax wasn't always the cesspool of gluttony and wrath that it presently was, no, if we look back even farther we see the planet divided. Though the word divided carries far more significance when used to refer to the distant planet, seeing as each of its hemisphere's were divided by a nearly endless ravine all around. At the center laid an undisturbed land bridge through the earth's core, which frightened even the fiercest of warriors. On the western hemisphere lived a tribe of nomadic warriors, who lived off the land and believed that all life was intertwined in a delicate series of predetermined events. One does because one must, just as a hand moves to swat away a fly. The hand does not think, it merely answers the calling given to it by the brain, responding to a simple electric impulse in order to accomplish a task which will lead to an improvement in the general consensus.

But the second race was the polar opposite of these peacekeepers, instead these beings were ones who had seemingly emerged from the bowels of hell itself. Inhabiting the eastern hemisphere, they were an empire ruled by a strict caste system which rewarded only the most devious. Through this system, Emperor Aegmon the VII came to rule, for his contribution would be the most wicked in a long time to come. He proposed that his people shouldn't work to enslave one another, the task was silly and made the race look weaker as a whole. No, instead he believed that there were far too many men and women who carried their dark blood, but were not worthy of its gifts, not even being able to unlock the powers of bodily manipulation which came along with it. Along with these weaklings were the goodhearted, who despised their innate wretchedness. These were genetic failures, remnants of a less evolved generation who were no longer fit to live the way such powerful beings deserved. So instead he offered a solution, from the 32 noble families which held high ranking positions in the empire, only 12 of the strongest and most vile individuals would be left alive. The rest of their species would be gathered up and forced into the mouths of the 12 different volcano's given in sacrifice, each to a different deity in order to empower the individuals with godlike abilities.

Aemon the VII defeated his predecessor in mortal combat, solidifying his stake to the throne and rallying all of the noble houses behind his banner. Once this deed was done, the empire reduced to only 12 men, their avarice once again yearned for sustenance. Long had they disregarded the peacekeepers who kept to their side of the globe, but no more, after all even with their god like abilities these men were still in need of servants. Were they really expected to cater to the more mundane assignments, a man with the power to crush a building has no place cleaning chambers after all. So was it that Aemon and his 12 marched to war, with no fear of the land bridge and its proximity to the molten core. Their powers had provided them with the tools necessary in order to bypass its danger, and so it was that the 13 of them laid seige onto the peacekeepers, eliminating their leaders, plundering their wealth and taking a plethora of slaves along with them. The invasion was so ruthless that the vivid greenery of the western hemisphere became a barren wasteland of singed earth and blood stains as far as the eye could see.

But the destruction of an entire race takes time, and with powers as illustrious as those of Aemon and his 12 it was only natural that their greed grow in proportion to their strength. Aemon's was the worst of all, at times he'd slaughter entire villages, and bed countless women without even a hint of satisfaction. Soon, slaughtering the simple minded peacekeepers became a passionless act, more of another dreary task then actual excitement. But what could he do? Their goal was to find another source of slave labor in order to keep them from performing the trivial duties of day to day life. If he commanded his twelve to kill all of these peacekeepers they would have no one to work under them, and still feel unsatisfied with the conquest. So here it was, at the precipice of their greatness that Aemon forged another malicious plan in the fires of conflict.

From the peacekeepers Aemon took 12 of their greatest chiefs and rounded them up at the planets center, sacrificing each along with a vast portion of their people in order to bestow upon them the same godlike abilities. The peacekeepers transformed, became twisted shells of who they once were, honor bound to battle just as Aemon and his twelve were. Luckily a few peacekeepers remained, just enough to provide each of the original twelve with their own group of servants. From that point on, the warriors battled constantly, almost once every month (which was more like a week in their calenders). Aemon and his twelve always claimed the victory, due to both numbers and their natural affinity for destruction, but far be it from them to actually kill their source of entertainment. Years passed, And Aemon soon succumbed to the curse of age, taking one of the fellow 12 as his mate for the years to come.

From this union, Artan Havek was born, with all of the abilities of Aemon and his death squad. The lad lead a spoiled life, treated to all the luxuries the blood bath of time ago provided him and his race. Though it wasn't long until the desecrated peacekeepers hatched an idea of their own, in order to avenge all the lives Aemon and his twelve took in the name of avarice and gluttony. 200 years after they became such monstrosities, around the time of Artan's 157th birthday, the peacekeepers failed to rear their heads anywhere near the designated battle grounds. This angered the withered Aemon and the new 12 which were born from the aging husks of the old, so it was that a grand hunt was called. The hunt would serve as a test to Artan and the younger generation, to see to what extent had they truly inherited their ancestors powers. The larger numbers of their race always overwhelmed the all male group of peacekeepers, deemed only to procreate with slave women when they could no longer fight (Though the peacekeepers had a much longer lifespan, enabling them to fight past the years of Aemon and his twelve).

So was it that the new squad made their move with Artan at the helm, all dedicated to proving their superiority over all things living. Though no matter how much they searched, they could not find a trace of the peacekeepers, anger slowly began to pile up in the group. Many blamed Artan, for not being the great and glorious leader that his father was, though he would have none of it. In fighting began to break out between the stubborn future emperor of wails and his compatriots, though his sliver tongue managed to keep the majority of the 12 on his side, one by one Artan and his followers slowly began taking out one another. The fighting was brutal, leaving Artan scared and disheveled, but more importantly, it left him as the sole survivor of the new 13 fighters. Anger was the only driving emotion he felt as he made his way back through the land bridge, to his homeland. He hadn't a clue how he was to explain to his elders that he had lost his entire troupe and found no one to test their steel. For better or for worse, Artan Havek didn't need to explain himself to anyone.

He returned to his home which was set ablaze, slaves rioting and dancing whimsically down the streets as buildings were broken down to the ground beneath them. During this time, Artan's race had managed to reach a much higher age of technology, technology which was at the precipice of space age capabilities. Only prototype's had been created, but when Artan saw his fathers head adorning a spike at the palace, he knew it was his only choice. It seems that regardless of their longevity, they were not immortal, the curse of age was still an entirely real threat to his race of warmongers. He moved stealthy throughout the streets, taking out anyone who stood in his way while attracting minimal attention. With what can only be described as sheer luck, he managed to make it to the launching pad which was at a good distance from the palace, the center of celebration. Artan took his chances, engaging the launch sequence he only hazily remembered, since it was untested technology his people never knew the distance nor the time it would take to reach another planet. For this very purpose was it that they constructed a suspended animation system inside, meant to keep the pilot frozen in time as he made his way to whatever far away planet he desired.

It would be years until Artan finally reached Earth, a planet completely different from his own, like water to oil. He landed somewhere in the ocean near New York City, nearly drowning as he made his escape from the sunken vessel. After Hours of swimming, he felt utterly drained of his powers, coming ashore at a nearby beach sometime in the the darkness of night. Artan walked over to a nearby man, rather fat and weak by the looks of him, the impression of this new race being painted rather poorly by this one individual. He grabbed his neck in a feral vice grip, slamming him up against a nearby wall as he did so, forcing the man to let out a yelp which would only be silenced by Artan's own powers. " Good, go scream some more for me fat man."

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Posts : 284 Join date : 2012-05-29 Age : 26

VERY nice app, love the concept as well, just a few minor issues that need to be rectified.

Code:: —Name: Demonic Arm
—Rank: C
—Power: Demonic Physiology
—Description: With a flick of the users forearm, he can replace his normal arm with that of a demon's. This new arm gains a strength and speed boost of 20% (Stacking) along with heavily increased durability akin to steel. The arm can extend via a construct of sound energy of up to 10 meters.

All good until we get into the nitty gritty details such as...percentiles generally don't stack (I'm not 110% on this so ask around), but people usually stack statistics. For example, if there was a speed increase for the arm, it would be 50 MPH, because that's the branching limit of super speed. People can then stack on that. THEN apply percentiles in a later ability with a different set of rules on it.
In regards to the durability, it can 'Withstand moderate bludgeoning and melee' dunno if that classifies as steel to you, as I'd have said it was harder then that. Also, the extension part is nonsensical, as you're literally detatching your arm, then flinging it at an opponent with the way it currently reads. You'll also need to remove it, as one ability does one thing. This ability is to transform your arm into one of Demonic Ancestry, not to extend it's reach with sound.

Code:: —Name: Sound Conversion
—Rank: C
—Power: Sound Manipulation
—Description: The user can absorb sound waves and convert them into energy which he can use for any such purpose, like powering his other abilities. Screams of terror are the strongest source of fuel, while the others are only appetizers. This is what essentially keeps the user young, smart, and generally the being that he is. If drained completely of any sound to convert for 3 days then the user is left a shriveled old husk in capable of anything besides walking (or well, limping). 3 more days with no energy and the user dies.

I'm excited about this ability, I really am- so when I say amp up the detail I'm hopeful you'll show me something wonderful. Think in terms of decibels, stacks, how the resident emotions play into each decibel and whether or not it's helpful or hindering. Might want to get a better name as well, it doesn't really describe exactly what you're doing. And it'll also fall under the Demon Physiology Classification in terms of power if emotions play into it.

Posts : 13 Join date : 2013-01-02 Age : 31

Okay, id like to start off by saying thanks for the praise, the inspiration really just hit me out of no where, and I was particularly proud of this idea so its always good to hear positive feedback which reinforces my own belief's. With that said, Ive edited it accordingly based on the Information ive been given. Edits go as follows

Demonic Arm has been rewritten for better detail, along with properly fleshed out numbers on just how much of a boost I receive.

"Sound Conversion" has been renamed "Sound Siphon" and also received a rewrite in order to augment detail and provide a solid system of just how much energy he gains in respect to the sounds he absorbs, as well as a proper categorization. This ability now fits in with the next edit, A flaw added to the character in order to to demonstrate the bad side of no energy.

And lastly, due to the flaw I added an extra Sub Power, Illusion Manipulation along with its respective ability which I attempted to flesh out in a similar style.

I made these systems all on my own, so if any seem to go against the sites rules or need to be tweaked just let me know and we can continue to work on it.

Posts : 1147 Join date : 2012-05-23

—Name: Demonic Arm
—Rank: C - S
—Power: Demonic Physiology
—Description: With a flick of the users forearm, he can substitute his normal arms with those of a demon. These arms look completely out of the norm, replacing the clothing which encompasses them as well with a more organic and dark appearance. The transformation starts as an aura surging from the tips of the users fingers, rising up until the shoulder blades. The aura resembles a black flame, though it lacks any of its actual properties, it is merely an aesthetic feature. It augments speed, strength, and durability by the following amount.

Speed: C-50 MPH, B-180 MPH, A-380 MPH, S-480 MPH
Strength: C-1,000 LBS, B-2,000 LBS, A-3,000 LBS, S-4,000 LBS
Durability: C-Withstand moderate bludgeoning and melee, B-Withstand Small arms fire, A-Withstand larger caliber rounds and heavy bludgeoning damage, S- Withstand energy blasts taking half damage

This needs to be broken up. For demonic arm, you can use it to augment strength. Another move would need to be for speed. Another for durability. Perhaps legs for speed, and Demonic body for durability.

—Name: Hallucination Induction
—Rank: C - A
—Power: Illusion Manipulation
—Description: With the recital of a few phrases in the ancient language of Artan's ancestors he is able to produce illusions which attack up to four of the five senses, rendering them basically useless. All senses are attacked except for touch, seeing as the illusions are just that and in no way tangible. They can range from whatever fancies the user, so long as he has a clear mental picture of what it is he is trying to create (I.E. Cannot create the illusion of a panther if he has never seen one)

C Rank = Attacks two senses
B Rank = Attacks three senses
A Rank= Attacks four senses

What triggers these illusions? Does the victim need to hear your whisper? See something? Anything like that? I'm taking it since this isn't a sub power under telepathy it'd have something to do with sound or something?

Flaw Name: Shriek Sustenance
Flaw Type: Recharge Flaw
Flaw Description: In order for Artan to use his powers, he must constantly stock up on the screams of the horrified. The more negative emotions which are present in their shrieks the more power he is able to draw from them. Once he has reached 10% of his total energy, he begins to feel fatigued as well as losing a total of 20% percent on all physical attributes. When utterly drained he loses all Demonic Transformations, turning back into a shriveled husk of his original form doomed to death if no sound is gathered by the end of the post

Point System for Power Usage: C Rank = 20 Points, B Rank = 25 Points, A Rank = 30 Points, S Rank = 35 Points, S+ Rank = 40 Points

Alright this is an interesting flaw, but if you're dropped down to 10% of total energy, your loss of attributes should be no less than 50% total.

Posts : 13 Join date : 2013-01-02 Age : 31

Okay,I have edited all accordingly, they go as follows

Taking your advice with the arms, seems to be the simplest way to get the idea across. Renamed the ability in order to demonstrate the possibility of other forms besides regular arms.

Added the name of the exact theory which causes my Illusions as a Sub of Sound Manipulation. Along with a more precise explanation on the trigger required for the use of said Illusions.

Changed my mind on what skill I should have, replaced "Silver Tongued Devil" with "Speed Demon"

And lastly, bumped the stat decrease of the flaw as asked, awaiting further review Twisted Evil

Posts : 1147 Join date : 2012-05-23

Alrighty, just a few more questions and you're approved.

How long do these illusions last before needing to be cast again? a.k.a. What's the duration? Do you need to keep making the noise to keep this illusion up so it stays constant? How close do you need to be to hold the illusion on the person and how many people can you catch in this illusion at once? Does pain break the victim out from the illusion?

Posts : 13 Join date : 2013-01-02 Age : 31

Edited accordingly in the appropriated area.

Posts : 1147 Join date : 2012-05-23

Approved