Sergei Rahkmaninoff

Vlad has an Ice Bat to complete the whole vampire thing. Mantis has an army of miscellaneous insects. That's about it as far as I know.

IC: Jayar / Refectory-->Hallways Hoto burst into a run, and Jayar leapt from his seat at the table to keep up with her. "For good reason. He stood up-" Jayar remembered that Hoto didn't think badly of Exxan or Phogen and modified the sentence, "- against Exxan on the Mainland. A lot of people admire that. A lot of others hate it. That's the sort of combination that brings fame." He kept pace with his speedy blind friend. "It's hardly fair, after his actions to defend the Matoran, that he was the one they punished." An slight edge in his voice might have been percieved to imply there were specific others that did deserve punishment.

IC: Jayar / The Refectory Ah yes, Fang. Jayar did indeed know of Fang. He was known to be rebellious, cold... and a moralist. Phogen's most famous opposistion. Jayar had been waiting for the right time to talk to him, and here it was. If there was anyone who could introduce him to Fang, it was his sister. And now he was Level 3? There was hope for the triumph of good in this school yet. Jayar finished his meal with a final, unenjoyable bite. "I have indeed heard of him. Your brother is almost as famous as Phogen. I look forward to meeting him."

IC: Jayar / The Refectory "Hello, Kat. It is a pleasure to meet you," said Jayar to Kat. "Sure, I'll come along. Who are we going to see?" he asked Hoto.

Cyclones/tornados can be pretty destructive. Imagine a bunch of hypothetical Air Lehvak teaming up to summon a massive tornado in Le-Wahi. Huge swaths of forest would be ripped from the ground entirely. Although that and Ga-Wahi are the only regions I can think of where that would be effective, whereas Acid makes sense everywhere.

Oh yeah. Never mind then. I'm looking forward to Vlad and Chekquars crossing paths again, though.

And Wraith just left a hole through Vlad's room, and knocked down his door >. When he finds out he'll be pretty angry.

IC: Vlad / Torch's Dorm-->Refectory "This is madness," said Vlad. "Ve are leavink these maniacs, Ivan." The Ice Bat gave out an agreeable screech as Vlad strutted out the door, starry cloak wrapped around himself. "It vould be impossible for us to get sleep vith that insanity next to our room. Since ve are up, ve might as vell go and do somethink useful. Get somethink to eat, perhaps." Someone to eat... mmmmm... no, no, I didn't think that... oh yes I did... SHUSH! I am fully reformed! I do not go about leechink the life from fellow Rahkshi. Somewhat troubled by this resurgence of instinct, Vlad headed to the Refectory for a bite of tasteless, unsatisfying physical food. After grabbing a bowl of slop, he took a seat at an empty table. Ivan fluttered onto the table and took a mouthful of the greyish goop, apparently finding it delicious. "You are lucky," said Vlad to his pet. "You, are just a Rahi, and you eat vhatever. My tastes are so specific, that I find even zer best corporeal food bland. And this is qvuite far from zer best corporeal food." He sighed, then continued determinedly, significantly louder than was necessary for his nearby bat to hear, "But I vill never again feast on my bretheren. I vill not go back to zer creature I vas!" At the derogatory mention of creature Ivan looked hurt. "No offense intended, my good friend," Vlad added. OOC: Vlad open to interaction.

IC: Vlad / Torch's Dorm "You vould take him back to zer Library after he set fire to it? Vould it not be viser to keep him avay from zer Library? Have him judged in zer Courtyard."

IC: Vlad / Torch's Dorm "But that does not answer my question," replied Vlad. "I asked vhat vas happenink here, not vhat happened in zer library. Vhat are you doink? And can it not be done qvuietly? Ivan and I were tryink to sleep." He noticed that Ivan was under attack. "And restrain your Ussal, please." He grabbed Ivan and held him protectively to his chest. IC: Jayar / The Refectory Hoto knows everyone, it seems thought Jayar as Hoto ran over to the newcomer - Kat, she called her.

Until then, you can explain to the crazy glowing Rahkshi with a weird accent who just walked in.

IC: Jayar / The Refectory Jayar swallowed another bite of the Refectory's gloriously gourmet slop. His journey to Corpus Rahkshi had been easy. He was starting to realize that his entire life, so far, had been easy. Perhaps that why he enjoyed helping others out so much. "And of course actions," he added. "Friendship is nothing if you say nice things to someone, but take no action to assist them when they need it." IC: Vlad / His Dorm-->Hallways Vlad's tranquil (and unusually oriented) slumber was interrupted by a chorus of shouts outside of things along the likes of 'he's mine' and 'there's the pyro!' from the hallway outside his room. He reached up and deactivated his bed and fell to the floor unceremoniously. He really did have to work on that. Rising, he said a few comforting words to his grumpily awakened Ice Bat, Ivan, who was also hanging from the ceiling before storming out the door and finding that the dorm next to his had had its door knocked open and two Rahkshi were inside, attacking its occupant. He strode in, the luminescent Cloak of Umbra spread over his arms, which he held aloft at his sides, and demanded, "Vhat is goink on here?"

IC: Jayar / The Refectory "No problem. I'm sure you'll get faster with experience, although Hoto probably knows more about that than I do." He went to stand in the line alongside his companions. "Have you had the dubious pleasure of refectory slop yet, Era?" OOC: Last post for tonight. Just as we get to the point at which rapid dialogue is likely, too, unfortunately. Try not to leave Jayar behind, eh guys?

IC: Jayar / The Library Jayar accepted Hoto's hug with surprise and happiness, tempered with a kind of nervousness. It was at this point Jayar realized that he hadn't eaten all morning, and that he was at this point quite hungry. (The thought of the cafeteria lessened this somewhat but failed to quench it.) When Hoto returned and offered to train, he had to decline, saying, "I was going to go over to the Refectory for a meal... at least, as much of a meal as that slop is. Would you like to join me? You must be hungry too, after all that's happened this morning. And I'd like the chance to just... talk with you casually..." He found himself trailing off hopefully.

But 'cow' just doesn't fit in Bionicle. You have Kane-Ra, Gukko, Tarakava, Muaka, Ussal, Mahi, and... cows. I guess later years got closer with things like 'catapult scorpion' and the like, but alongside other 2001 Rahi, cow just feels kinda anticlimactic.

IC: Jayar / The Library Despite his arm's quiet protests at the exertion, Jayar finished his fourth essay of the day, just as Hoto had dictated. He rolled it up and handed it to Hoto, saying, "Here you go. It's a good plan, and I don't doubt you could carry it out." As she got up to go turn it in, he added, "Oh, and unneeded as it is, good luck."

Dang it, I did it again! Granted, but you run into the Barraki, who kill you. I wish I would stop forgetting to make wishes.

IC: Jayar / The Library "Sure." Jayar prepared a clean piece of paper and grabbed the quill, to the slight protest of his tiring hand. "Alright, go ahead. I'll transcribe exactly as you say it," he promised.

Granted, you write them on sticky notes and stick them on your face.

Granted, you're always sweating. I wish Earth had three moons.

Alright, second character. We have a priest, now it's time for a vampire. Mvahahahaha! NAME: Vlad VARIATION: Hunger LEVEL: 3 GENDER: Male GEAR: A white cape with lightstones sewn into it in the pattern of the stars over Corpus Rahkshi: calls it the Cape of Umbra A pet ice bat he calls Ivan A magnetic device mounted on his dorm room ceiling which can magnetically hold his feet, allowing him to sleep upside-down A double-sided dagger called Avenger, which looks like Berix's shield, capable of returning to his hand when thrown and releasing bright flashes of light when activated, this power can be locked on so it is lit while he throws it. Stolen by Illusive during their battle on the ice, used to pin a Matoran's corpse to a Causeway pillar and taken by Pyre, currently with Percy. A long, barbed chain whip, capable of channeling his Hunger powers. A double-sided, one-handed battleaxe. APPEARENCE: Vlad has painted himself white and gold, the 'colors of evil.' He always wears the Cape of Umbra. During a harrowing crusade to frighten the Matoran villages near the school, much of his faceplate and carapace were scalded and blackened. PERSONALITY: The average Hunger Rahkshi would probably think of Vlad as similar to a vampire. However, as the average Hunger Rahkshi is already pretty similar to a vampire, the double negatives cancel out. In other words, Vlad fears darkness (he's been known to complain of it burning him, thus he always wears the Cape of Umbra), and shirks from Makuta symbols, which he considers holy. He does have some vampiric characteristics, however - two of his teeth are sharpened, he has a pet bat, and he sleeps upside down. He's really a nice guy, and although he has persistent urges to feast on the strength of his fellow Rahkshi, he is pretty good at fighting them off... usually... He speaks with a Transylvanian accent. BIOGRAPHY: Vlad was born with weak night vision, but tolerance, even a strange enjoyment, of light. He was allowed to live because he was intelligent for the sake of experiment, but it's a forgone conclusion that as a warrior of darkness, he stinks. When he arrived at Corpus Rahkshi, he attacked several students while they were sleeping, but he's had counseling since then that was mostly effective. The Matoran don't mind his presence much, even after Wreck the Halls, and he does a variety of odd jobs for them, which earned him his 'bed' and pet ice bat. Vlad experienced a long line of misadventures, including a pathetic failure dueling Hashan, being pushed down a flight of stairs on Malebranche, having his 'bed' stolen and putting the thief on trial, and making a lone friend in Drift before probably irrevocably screwing it up by attacking a Kraata. Eventually Vlad came to the Gym to teach himself to play the organ on a massive instance of the instrument formed by the living stone. That was interrupted, though, when four Matoran barged into the Gym. Vlad tried to protect them, but was too slow to beat Nightmare to one, and the small sadistic Rahkshi killed her. The Vorahk rushed another to the Infirmary, and was assigned along with Xara and Mortsia by Palma to hiding yet another from Tridax. They managed to do so successfully, hiding the Matoran in a cave beneath the school. Vlad even gave the Matoran the Cloak of Umbra, to serve as a cushion. As a result of the sucessful evacuation, Vlad leveled up, but in typical abnormal fashion, he was disappointed to discover this, for increased power merely made him more of a potential menace to his fellow Rahkshi. He shortly after embarked on a quest to track down the one responsible for bringing the Matoran to the school, working with Fang, Lucid, and Alpha on doing so. However, without the Cloak of Umbra, the darkness began to get at him, and he fled the Gym in search of a light source to end the pain brought on by the darkness. More stuff happened, including a massive battle with Illusive in an ice rink in the Gym, which I might eventually add to here when I'm feeling less lazy.

IC: Jayar / The Library Jayar finished his response to the fourth scenario and looked over it carefully, reading over each sentence to be sure he had left no mistakes. His essay read: Key to the defense of the Tren Krom Peninsula is its harsh landscape. The hazardous terrain would already slow down Kalmah's large but unmaneuverable force. I would order my Suukorak to exacerbate this hazardousness by a) building traps and barricades on the easier paths, forcing the invading force to take a more treacherous route or destroy the barricades, and b) mutating the already dangerous indigenous Rahi in the vicinity of the army (never near fleeing Matoran), so that these encounter and attack Kalmah's army. The Suukorak would have orders to slow their life functions if captured, so that they are thought dead and ignored, allowing them to escape and regroup. We would fall back as slowly as the army advances, continually building traps and mutating Rahi, until we reach the southern coast, at which point we would continue to harass the army with hit-and-run attacks in addition to the continuation of our previous tactics. He found it satisfactory, and rolled it up, laying it aside. There was no time to waste - Ultron Suvak had already began grading other papers. He flipped the book on Visorak back to the chapter on Keelerak, closed the book on Kalmah and laid it aside, and navigated in the book of the geography of the Northern Continent to a description of the landscape around a random small village. Jayar began to think. The whole thing, he was pretty sure, revolved around the Keelerak's rebelliousness and desire to rule themselves, otherwise why would Suvak have chosen Keelerak rather than any other breed? He was getting an idea - since the Visorak likely had a leader, a victorious one-on-one duel with that leader would likely turn control of the horde to him, not only neutralizing the Visorak, but in fact reabsorbing them into the Brotherhood. Of course, the plan would have to be more complex than that to cover all contingencies. Jayar opened the book on Matoran craftsmanship and flipped a page in the geography book, studied another minute or so, and, satisfied, began to write. Visorak Keelerak are known for their ambition to put one of their own in charge of the horde. Since this horde is rogue, but regulated in its abductions, it seems evident that it has a leader. I would attempt to arrange to battle this leader in single combat for control of the horde, and win this duel, thus not only neutralzing the Visorak but reclaiming them for the Brotherhood. To find this leader would require the cooperation of at least one of the Keelerak. I would have the Matoran craftsmen create fake Matoran, and put them in the center of the village as bait for the Keelerak. Then I would send the real Matoran into a nearby cave, armed with provisions to last as long as possible, and hide and barricade the entrance. This way I ensure their safety during the execution of my plan, and for a short time afterwards, should it fail, during which time there remains a chance that reinforcements would arrive before their provisions are exhausted. If the Keelerak arrive as a horde, I will encounter the leader then. If the Keelerak arrive one at a time, I will attack and subdue them individually, restrain them, and either cajole or torture them into leading me to their leader. When taken to the leader, I would demand a single combat duel, under the conditions that if he wins, I will take him to the hidden Matoran (I lie, of course), and if I win, he surrenders leadership of the horde to me. Because the Matoran would be hidden underground, the Keelerak would be forced to resist simply attacking me simulaneously and killing me, for if they did the location of the Matoran would be lost to them. They would be forced to agree to this duel. I would have little trouble defeating a single Visorak, even if he is more powerful than average, with my combat skills and quick healing power. Upon winning, I would offer leniency on the part of the Brotherhood to those who recognized my leadership immediately, and cruelty to those who attempted to undermine me. The horde, under my control, would be neutralized, and I would return it to a Brotherhood fortress as soon as possible. Jayar proofread this as well, and satisfied, he rolled it up and grabbed his other essay. Then, with an apprehensive deep breath, he walked over to Suvak's desk and deposited the two essays. He noticed Exxan looking murderous, and soon discovered the reason why: a bookshelf near the door was charred and ashen. Someone had made a big mistake. Jayar returned to the desk he had been working at and sat down, hoping that his responses were acceptable - indeed, stellar, though that was unlikely - in the eyes of the drillmaster.

IC: Jayar / The Library "It's no trouble." Jayar smiled and hoped Hoto could discern the gesture. "I enjoy helping friends out." Then he returned to his own work, and began to write up his answer to the fourth scenario. OOC: I'll write up the paragraph when I get off mobile tomorrow morning.

Takanuva is my favorite. It's a pity we never got a pearl gold Avohkii to match everything else gold since 2006. Love the use of the Tarix blade. The 3.0 Bulk wolf helmets on Pohatu's feet are also a nice touch.