Post by gaunt on Mar 29, 2012 15:12:55 GMT -5
ErikVladek Kryzanowski
Fallen angel waiting for the prey, the devil's come to take the maimed away!
"I am an excellent host."
THE BASICS;;
NAME: Dr. Erik Vladek Kryzanowski/Kairos
AGE: 71
SEX: Male
CODENAME: The White King as his Aspect of Order, the Black King as his Aspect of Chaos
ALIASES: Doc Scratch
AFFILIATION: Villain
STATUS: Introducing the Black King
CANON: No
PLAYBY: Agent Phillip Graves from 100 Bullets
THE GOOD STUFF;;
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
A thin, elderly gent, just under 6 feet tall. Short, neatly trimmed gray hair, and some very expensive suits project a businesslike persona. The only deviation from the typical businessman image are a pair of sunglasses to hide his cataracts.
When he goes into combat, Erik takes on either the Aspect of Order or the Aspect of Chaos. As Order, he appears as a glowing humanoid shape made of white light. As Chaos he is a silhouette, appearing as a literal walking shadow.
PERSONALITY: Erik is normally a very calm, calculating man. His visions allow him to prepare for a lot of possibilities, so he usually has a plan in place. This gives him a smug attitude, especially when he is taking the role of the White King. This can backfire if something happens he didn't predict. Once a scenario goes down a path he didn't prepare for, Erik panics and will try to retreat and regroup, blasting his way out if need be.
As for his guest, Kairos rarely takes much interest in what's going on. He prefers to let Erik steer himself, letting the mortal slowly give up control without realizing what's going on. If someone starts to point out that Erik isn't really the one in control, Kairos will take more control. His whispers in Erik's mind will become loud enough to drown out all other voices, and he will push his host to kill them before they can feed him more "lies."
POWERS AND/OR ABILITIES:
Aspect of Order: One of his battle-forms, shrouded in light and blessed with visions of all possible futures. This form is gifted with more ordered forms of magic.
Wind of Life
- Safe: Healing, minor changes to the weather
- Moderate: Abrupt changes in weather.
- Risky: Summon a hurricane or earthquake.
Wind of Metal
- Safe: Transmute metal into another element
- Moderate: Rapidly heat or cool metal, disrupt machinery
- Risky: Depower a magical object
Wind of Light
- Safe: Cloaking in light (White King form)
- Moderate: Firing beams of light from his hands or eyes, burning demons or the undead but ineffective against anything else.
- High-Risk: Calls down burning light from the sky, damaging everything nearby.
Wind of the Heavens
- Safe: Alters probability to make projectiles miss
- Moderate: Conjures up lightning
- Risky: Calls down a meteor
Aspect of Chaos: The Black King battle-form. Blessed with vision of the past, and the more chaotic, destructive forms of magic.
Wind of Death
- Safe: Communes with the spirits of the dead
- Moderate: Raising the dead; firing blasts that will strike at a target's soul, causing damage and pain without leaving a mark.
- Risky: Creates a vortex that will attempt to draw in and devour the souls of anyone nearby.
Wind of Beasts
- Safe: Magically enhancing strength or speed
- Moderate: Commanding animals
- Risky: Gathers the anger of everyone around him into physical form, launching a spear of pure fury that can tear through a city block.
Wind of Shadows
- Safe: Shrouding in shadows (Black King form)
- Moderate: Teleporting between shadows, calling up limbs of shadow to fight for him
- Risky: Commands the shadows around him to try to attack and devour his enemies.
Wind of Fire
- Safe: Calms down and puts out fires
- Moderate: Shoots fire from his hands or mouth
- Risky: Unleashes a massive burst of flames, devastating everything around him while leaving a tiny area unscathed where he was standing.
WEAKNESSES:
Time Bomb: Each of his high-risk spells can only be used once in his life, and each time it will leave him exhausted, so wracked by pain and fatigue that he can barely walk. Each one will leave a permanent mutation, and once he has used all eight his body will be burned out completely and he will die. Even the mid-level spells can mutate and hurt him if he sustains them.
Excellent Host: Erik is no longer in control of himself. He doesn't know it, but he is slowly losing control to the demon inside him. If this is pointed out then Kairos will become desperate, pushing Erik to take more risks to silence whoever is trying to convince him.
Selective Vision: Erik's seer powers of limited. In his Aspect of Order he can see all possible futures, and in his Aspect of Chaos he can see the past, but he can never see the present.
Duality: It takes several hours of meditation to transfer between his aspects safely. If he tries to transfer quickly or use both at once, his power will burn him from the inside out.
Septuagenarian: Erik is getting on in years. Without magical enhancements, he is slow, frail, and just about useless in close quarters.
GOALS: Kairos has promised him eternal life and youth in return for his service. Erik would do anything for that, although Kairos has no intention of delivering. Instead, he plans to use Erik as a puppet to slowly corrupt and control Earth.
HISTORY:
Erik was born in England, the son of Polish refugees who had fled their country when Germany invaded. Their choice of safe havens was less than perfect, and Erik spent the first few years of his life hiding from the Blitz. By the time The War ended, Erik was just entering school. He struggled at first, knowing very little English, but he learned quickly and was at the top of his classes before long. Erik excelled at math, going on to earn a doctorate from Oxford, and gaining wide recognition for his work on probability.
But as he approached middle age, Erik grew ever less satisfied with reality. He grew tired of merely observing and predicting, and started looking for ways to control probability. Erik delved into the occult, experimenting with magic. With some work, he managed to contact a demon named Kairos, who offered him a bargain. Kairos wanted a way to enter the mortal world safely, and in return for a host, he offered Erik immortality and vast magical power. Erik took the deal, too blinded by ambition to think it could be a trick.
Kairos fused with Erik, giving him vast power in return for his sight. With his new abilities, Erik used his loss of sight as an excuse to retire. He set about doing the tasks Kairos gave him, using his new free time to develop personas as the White King and the Black King, two seemingly different supers with agendas that seemed completely incomprehensible to outsiders. One day the Black King would be stopping a bank robbery, and the next he might be returning to set the same bank on fire. Kairos was playing a long game, and Erik chose not to worry too much about the details. This continued for quite a while, until Kairos decided it was time for a change of scene. The Kings simply vanished for over a year while Erik prepared for his move to Jump. He kept a low profile for nearly a year after his move to remove any suspicion off who the Kings might be. But the time has come for him to return to work, and the Two Kings are ready to make their debut in Jump.
THE NITTY-GRITTY;;
SCREENNAME: Gaunt
Time spent roleplaying: At least seven years.
Other Characters: N/A
RP Sample:
There was a momentary crackle of electricity before every light in the station burst. Officers scrambled for flashlights as they searched for their weapons. Before they had time to prepare, a glowing figure lit up the room. "Good evening, officers. I'm here to pick up some friends." A few of the quicker officers opened fire, but the bullets whistled past the blinding target. The White King chuckled, raising a hand to the ceiling. There was a deafening creaking as the steel girders turned to aluminum and buckled, bringing the ceiling down on the officers.
Unharmed, the King picked his way through the rubble and made his way towards the holding cells. A guard burst into the room, gun at the ready, and was greeted by a bolt of lightning. "Sorry, sir. but I'm in a hurry today." He stepped carefully over the body and walked the row of cells, the bars crumbling as he passed. "You've been bailed out, everyone. Best be on your way, the Capes won't be far behind." Light flashed from his eyes, blasting a hole in the wall. The White King stepped out and vanished into the maze of alleys and sidestreets as the inmates started to cautiously leave their cells.