Basic Information
Name: Nimrod
--Nickname:
---Special Title: The Resentment of Noah.
Gender: Male
Age: 996
Weight: 280lbs
Height: 5'7"

Loyalty: Millennium Earl
Birth-date: 894 AD
Place of Birth: Babylon
Place of Living: err keep blank?
Personality: Nimrod is an ambitious, greedy and impulsive man. He lets nothing stand in his way. He seeks to become bigger, better, richer, and stronger than anyone else. If he does not have it, he will steal it. If he cannot steal it, he will destroy it. If he has it, he might take it anyway. He is a shrewd business man normally. He will do anything to get his way. Unless he has to do demeaning things to achieve it, then he will without a second thought, resort to Violence.

Normal Appearance:

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Noah Appearance:

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Noah True Form Appearance:

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Weapon/Abilities Information

Statistics

Strength: Great
Speed: Average
Stamina: Below Average
Innocence/Chi Synch: Great
Intelligence: Below Average

Weapon Type: Bow
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Weapon Abilities: His arrows tend to home in to its target. Once they hit, they negate and steal a single ability from the target that it hits, (If able) Once it does an arrow in the quiver glows in a resemblance of the ability that it stole. Then if that glowing arrow is shot, it shoots with the similar power of the stolen power at 80% power. If the glowing arrow hits, it does not negate and steals again.

Special Abilitie(s): As a Noah, Nimrod has absolute command over all the Akuma, as well as destroying Innocence by simply touching it. All of her abilities, like other Noah, are based on Dark Matter. Being a Noah, he is immune to the Akuma's blood virus, which is usually fatal to the human touch.

Nimrod has the ability to create matter from literally nothing. This can be anything from a steel sword to a wall to the components to make a bomb. He cannot however undo the creationism he does. What he makes, he has to keep or leave it behind. He cannot make objects of certain makeup, such as innocence for example. He cannot make anti-matter or elements that do not exist naturally.

He is only able to create his body weight in materials per post. The size of it also cannot exceed his total size in a single post. (It can be longer and thinner, but not absolutely all around bigger than him. He can however "Build" off a previous post creationism making it bigger than him.) He can only use this power at a maximum range that is the same length to his feet to his head if he was laying down with his arms stretched out above his head.


Background and Roleplay Information

History: Nimrod was the 4th generation of the Original Noah. He was the son of Cush who built the frameworks of the land of Babylon. It was a magnificent city. The wealth it had was insurmountable. This wealth allowed them to prosper. Little did their citizens know, was that Nimrod was the one making all of the wealth. From nothing! He was able to make the gold without the need of hollowing out the mountains for just a tiny sliver of the stuff. The city prospered from this unspendable pot of money. The city exploded and bloomed from economic boom. And all was good until the Exorcist arrived to undermine their efforts. Why would they? What did they do wrong? The exorcist claimed that they were "Acting on the Behalf of God's Will and Plan." After all the world was still young, and the death of Jesus had yet to settle down. People still worshiped him as the salvation. And these exorcists were no different.

Cush and Nimrod thought this was absurd. They tried to banish the Exorcist out, but they insisted on acting out the Will of God with almost an iron fist. Then came the fights. And it was brutal. Babylon was set on fire and ruined as God's Will was enacted. Cush and Nimrod were killed at the hands of the exorcists. But they were not entirely killed. Back then, the wisdom of the Innocence was minimal. And they did not properly kill Nimrod.

Now in the current year, the Noah clan is waking him up. Asking him to raise his fist in revenge against the Exorcists once again.

Code of Approval:
Code of approval: I am a slave to the Order, despite the fact that I may or may not be a Noah. Or if my name is Noah. Or I know anyone named Noah. Or, if said person named Noah was also a Noah himself. We have no relations.

Roleplay Sample:
(Since I lack knowledge of DGM, I will either let my reputation of Haven proceed me. If you STILL need a RP sample, here is Tobais' unrelated RP sample...)

Tobais woke up to his uncle barging into his room and opening up the long tapestries that covered the window. It was only 6:30 in the morning, barely lit up outside. "Wake up Tobais, breakfast is ready," His uncle said with a thick English accent. He groaned, he hated getting up at this hour. The snow was lightly blanketing the streets outside. This sight further motivated Tobais to stay under the covers. His uncle saw this and quickly pulled off the blanket and attempted to lift Tobais up. Tobais squirmed and with a small cry of frustration he said, "Fine," and got up. He proceeded to get dressed. He would get nagged about it if he didn't anyhow. He dressed up in some brown hand-me-down short pants, suits and knee socks and out on some dress shoes. The proper fashion for English boys. He went downstairs into the dining room.

There was a proper gourmet fit for King George VI. Figuratively speaking of course. King George VI would never visit such a lowly commoner's home. Tobais saw his seat, sixth one of the right hand side. He took his seat, pulling it close with both hands and crossing his legs under the seat. His plate had already been prepared for him. Tobais waited for the announcements where they would discuss their day. Tobais was to bring in a new shipment of boxes and put them on the shelves that were brought in earlier that day in alphabetical order. Tobais pouted at that very thought. It was cold out. The motion was made to a Christian reiteration of "The Lords Prayer" Tobais held hands with his aunt and mother and listened to his great grandfather say, "Our Father, which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come; thy will be done, in earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive them that trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory, for ever and ever." At this point everyone said, "Amen," and that signaled the time to eat. He held the knife and fork with the handles in the palm of the hand, forefinger on top, and thumb underneath. He placed them down as he ate, applying the proper eating etiquette. It was annoying. Soon when everyone was done, the great-grandfather made a small nod which signaled the family to say in unison, "Thank you for this meal. May we be excused?" And the Great-grandfather waved his hand. A signal to carry on with their chores.

Tobais walked outside into the clearly negative degree weather. He saw the boxes piled up by the door. How and why no one ever attempted to steal these, he had no idea, there were some rare books in there too. Tobais shivered, frost coming out of his mouth. He was not allowed to wear pants. It was not proper attire for him. Tobais hurried and grabbed the first box, and ran in, slipping on some hidden ice that dripped from the roof of the house. Tobais used his foot to shut the door behind him. How these massive oak doors shut so easily was a mystery to him. Tobais tried to hurry to the library, the heavy box covered in heavy snow and ice provided a terrible grip. He barely made it to the library when he lost his grip on the box. He dropped it. He tried to make it so where it turned into a failed throw to make a little less effort to get the books closer. The box spilled apart. scattering wet books everywhere. Tobais was angred. He did not want to do this. He shoved the books on the shelves, not caring for the alphabetical order. Who cares? Let them yell at him. These books would not be touched again, so why not? Tobais stormed outside, muttering random French insults under his breath. He grabbed the second box, this one was not so covered in ice because the first one was on the top. It caught all the water snow and ice, and protected the boxes below.

Tobais carried this one in. It was easier without the weight of water slowing him down. He opened this box. Inside was a book written completely in Latin, on the front of it was what he would discover would be the array of transmuting carbon in various ways. Tobais had already took most of his anger out of carrying these heavy boxes in. Tobais picked it up, considering if he should put it on the shelves, or take a poke at what his family took so much pride in. Oh, why not? In spite, Tobais flipped it open to a random page. It had a corner folded in, bookmarked. This bookmark influenced this page to be opened on. It was completely in Latin, incomprehensible. But fortunately, it had pictures, on the left page, it showed a array of similar design of the one in the front. It had differences, but it was similar enough to mistake it as the same circle. On the right it showed a hand-sketched tree and an arrow pointing to a diamond. This caught Tobais attention. He considered, could he do the same? How easy was it? Maybe he could try it in his spare time. He put that book aside and continued his work.

He even put them in alphabetical order. He did not want any distractions tonight. There was a good 17 boxes to bring in, each containing about an average of 20 books of various sizes and names. Alphabetizing it proved a pain, as for each box were not in alphabetical order to begin with. In hindsight, it probably would have been faster to dump all the books in a pile and stack them in order and shelve them, but the cold made Tobais want to hurry inside and unable to think. He wanted back in the warm house. It took some time. By the time he was finished, it was nighttime, and some of his family had already went to bed.

Tobais took this book and a unlit lantern and looked around. He had done his job, the rest of the night was his to spend. He wanted to make sure no one saw him. He put the lantern down to open up a hand to open the massive oak doors as slowly as he could, so that way the hinges would not squeak. He picked up his lantern, and placed it outside. The lights of nearby buildings illuminated the streets. He stepped outside inside his own footprints so that way he would not make a crunch like if he stepped in fresh snow. He shut the door in the same manner as he opened it. He grabbed his lantern and lumped into the nearest civilian's footprints and followed them down the road. Once he assumed he was out of sight, he lit the lantern, it was one of those flint and steel lanterns, one where you push a button and it lights, rather than a lantern that needed an external fire source.

Tobais continued to walk down the road. He took a look at the book, raising his lantern so he could see it better. He started to have second doubts. What if this didn't work? What if he got a cold? What if something happened to Tobais from the illicit deeds of a criminal? He could only keep walking and find out.

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[Magic: the Gathering, Sorin Markov, Nimrod ]

so far, so good. Just so you know, age can be anything for a Noah. The current time slot for the storyline is the ending of the 19th century. So around 1890 area.

Donny done done?