SpoilerName: Flos, Nigrantis(Dark Flower).
Alias: Moon's shade, Dark Bringer, Eclipse.
Age: 2234 and still young.
Personality: Flos is a quiet being and prefers to keep it that way. She doesn't speak of her past and usually doesn't converse much with others. Only her Dragon; Speculum idoloni(Wraith Mirror) hears her voice on a regular basis and even then it is only through their telepathic link.
History: When Flos was born her parents were surprised, overjoyed but scared for it was considered both a blessing and a curse to be born with dark skin.
Years later when Flos was still young and was playing with the other elven children near her home, she encountered something. The children had been running through the forest for sometime and as they ran they slowly got lost though they didn't realize it till they were far off.
The stopped running and looked around not recognizing their surroundings, they had gotten too caught up in their game. So they decided to play another game of 'try to find your way home 1st'. It was somewhat of a search and somewhat of a race but eventually most of the kids had split into groups.
Flos was in a group with another girl and a boy, the girl was younger then she and the boy older. They had wandered off and didn't realize they had entered the territory of the dragon Speculum Idoloni who resided in the area. As they poked around trying to find their home they came across a clearing and in its center, a sleeping dragon.
Flos's eyes widened as they saw it and the girl cowered behind her in fear of the fierce looking beast. The boy however walked closer saying it was harmless. He however hadn't learned that dragon's slept with their eyes partially open and as he got within a yard of the beast it rose up from its sleeping position and glared at him. The boy instantly froze and the dragon lunged forwards roaring in front of him and pushing the boy to the ground with the force.
The boy scampered off the 1st chance he got and the little girl tried to pull Flos back and away from the dragon. However Flos didn't want to move, she found the dragon a magnificent creature and suddenly a shiver went through her as the dragon's eyes locked with her own. The dragon looked at her a while more and then turned its head and fluidly turned from them walking away.
Flos's attention was driven back to the other children and she and the girl ran back to their home having found a land mark nearby.
Years later when Flos was older(looking about 15) she told her father she was going on a little trip into the forest. Her father nodded in response and told her to be careful and be back for her lessons.
Flos waved and dashed off into the forest as she did every couple of days. She had been visiting the dragon and watching it in secret, of course she knew it likely felt her presence but it didn't seem to mind. She ran through the forest until she found its clearing, the dragon wasn't there so she moved on looking for its cave.
She knew when she was close for it began to smell of sulpher and glass as it always did. She had learned to enjoy the smells and they felt familiar. She reached the dragons cave and peaked in. The smell was stronger here so it must have been inside. She curiously and bravely sneaked into the cave being careful to make no noise. The cave opened up getting much bigger and as she peaked around the corner she saw the dragon. She was surprised to see it looking right back at her and she quickly went back around the corner and pressed herself against the wall.
Then something amazing happened, she heard a voice. It was deep and it rumbled in her head, yet it was smooth and fluid like water or something comforting. There was nothing threatening in it yet it felt of power and it said this:
"I know you are there little girl"
Flor shivered with delight, its voice just felt...right. She came out into the open but not all that scared she did clasp her hands behind her and looked to the side away from the dragon. The dragon looked her over and she heard a sound of what must have been the dragon laughing
"You come before me with such timidity, how sad. Begone"
She tried to speak up but its glare silenced her and she ran out. As she ran back home she felt hot tears down her face and then a fierce look came upon her face. She would make the dragon respect her and with that thought she ran back home.
For years she trained in magic and swordsman ship and did not visit the dragon until one day she felt she was ready. It was the new moon and there was little light to shine upon the forest but she felt powerful. She told her father she was going on a long walk again and he nods having long guessed where her visits took her.
As she arrived in the dragons cave she did not sneak, she walked in proudly. She turned the corner to see the dragon laying down with one if its eyes trained on her having known she was there. Its eye held amusement at her return and looked her over once again as she stood their defiant and magnificent in the crystals glowing light.
"So, you finally return and how you have grown."
She felt herself blush slightly but she did not falter or look away from the dragon. The dragon's eyes rested on the sword at her back and its strange chuckle resounded through the cave.
"Do you seek to slay me, Dark elf?"
Something about his voice annoyed her and for the 1st time she responded to it "and what if I did?" There was no hesitation in her and yet she knew she did not want to slay the dragon. It was too beautiful, to majestic for someone like her to kill.
"Then try it" The dragon rose from its laying position and stalked around her. She kept her eyes trained on the massive reptile. Then it lunged at her and she ducked under its head and spun around it and under its neck. She got on the other side and just as she neared its shoulder it shifted its body to her left and jumps away and then spins as it lands slamming its tail into her stomach.
She flew and hit a wall and the air was knocked out of her and her eyes widened on contact. She slid down the wall and layed against it trying to regain her breath while feeling the all too vivid pain in her back and torso.
"What is your name girl?"
She couldn't breath to answer him but he waited patiently and as he saw her recovering walked back towards her, his steps making the ground rumble a bit. She finally mustered enough strength to speak again "Flos Nigrantis." She said looking at him a bit angry at the dirty trick he had pulled "and that was dirty."
The dragon seemed to smile and its eyes again glimmered with amusement.
"How fitting a name, So...Dark Flower do you still seek to slay me."
She could tell the dragon was making fun of her but she had regained her strength and as she lunged up at the dragon she smiled and said "yes!" she bypassed its head and neck and slammed her palms into the spot where its neck connected to its chest.
SHe felt something happen when she hit it and the dragon as well as her seemed to shudder with power as both of their magics flowed through eachother.
Then she was thrown from it and the dragon shook and then collapsed seeming confused as it spoke.
She found she could move after several moments and she sat up looking at the dragon and smiled "seems I won."
The dragon shook itself and got back to its feet with a bit of trouble "no, lets call this a draw."
It was from that day on that Flos and Speculum became comrades and eventually dragon and rider. Their bonds strengthened over time but then a horrible incident occurred.
Flos was at her home when her father rushed in and told her that the community had decided to slay the dragon as it was a threat to the area. Her eyes widened in fear and she rushed out of the place calling to Speculum with her mind till he answered.
"What is wrong Flos?" He said as she arrived in his cave and she was out of breaht but used their link to speak. "Their going to attack you, my people they think you are a threat to them.
Speculum's barred his fangs in anger "a threat! when have I ever disturbed their peace!!?" Flos goes to his side putting her hand on the side of his neck and looking at him "We have to run...or they'll kill you."
Speculum looked at her a moment and nods turning briefly to look back at his treasure and then sighs a draconic sigh.
"Very well, for your sake."
Speculum reluctantly turned from his treasure and the two walked side by side towards the cave entrance. As they walked Flos heard her kind's soft foot steps outside, they had already surrounded the cave. She took a breath not panicking and walked faster then Speculum coming out before him and acting as a shield for her dragon.
The elves eyes widened as they saw her emerge from the cave, all but her fathers. Her father nods to her and she looks around to them and they begin to question her.
"What are you doing here?!"
"Come over or it will attack you!"
"Get away from there!?"
She listened for barely a few seconds and then she snapped at them "NO!" She said defiantly and they all quieted down. She looks towards the cave and Speculum walks out from it glancing around at the elves with an angry glare in his eyes.
Flos turns back to her people "Leave him alone, He has done nothing wrong. He stays in his territory and us in ours."
One man called out from the back "you dont you're in his territory! So who are you to tell us not to be!"
She holds up her hand restraining her anger "I am his friend, I am his rider." Speculum nods to her as if in agreement and understanding. She turns back continuing and notices how silent the elves have gotten. "If you hurt him, it will be like hurting me. Don't do this leave him be."
The elves raised their bows "We will not, you've only made things worse for yourself. You're exiled." The words hit her like lightning and she stumbled back. Speculum caught her with the front of is snout and pushed her back up. He then walked around her and rose his head at the elves angrily.
"Who are you to make me leave!?" His voice resounded through their minds like thunder and Flos could feel his pure anger. "My kind have lived in the forest for centuries, longer then your young race and you seek to remove me!" The elves recover and aim their bows. Magic is seen around the arrows "leave or die dragon." One calls from the back of the group.
At this Speculum raises his head and takes several steps and rears up on his hind legs and looks down at them with fury in his eyes. "Only for the sake of my rider do I leave. If such was my choice, I would tear you all asunder and bring plague and famine upon your lands." The elves flinch from the amount of venom and honesty in his words and some draw back. He slams down onto the ground and crouches down letting her on.
She climbs on his back and he takes off with a run and a leap into the air. His 6 wings(3 on each side) unfold from his back and she see's them for the very 1st time as he flies. She looked back knowing she would never see the lands again. As she turned forwards she buried her face in her dragons neck and cried.
Since then the two have traveled around supporting each other. She has become well known around the cities as a dark mercenary of sorts. She is known well as someone not to be reckoned with.
Special/Race Abilities: She is swift on her feet and her magic is fairly strong. She tends to stray towards a darker form of magic as well as illusions and a special flame she calls "Shade Flame."
Dragon Name: Speculum idoloni(Wraith Mirror).
Dragon Age: 2452.
Other: His body is capable of storing massive amounts of magical energy and can turn entirely invisible. He can also turn Flos invisible because of their connection. His breath weapon is interchangeable between a strange purple flame, pure magic, or shards of glass. Like most dragons he can use magic to shapeshift though he usually doesn't.
Rider Power Stats: 77
Strength (How much weight the rider can bear):
Power (How destructive the riders kick/punch...is):
Speed (How fast the rider can run and react to things around themselves):
Magic (How easily the rider can learn and control magic):
Willpower/Stamina (The ability to keep going no matter what):
Spirit (Controls how powerful the riders’ magic is):
Swordsmanship (How good the rider is with a sword):
Over All Power (Divide the riders number of power stats by ten): 7
Dragon Power Stats: 97
Strength (How much weight the Dragon can bear, and fly with):
Manoeuvrability (How well the dragon can manoeuvre in the air and on land):
Speed (How fast the dragon can run, fly and react to things around themselves):
Willpower/Stamina (The ability to keep going no matter what):
Power (How destructive the Dragons tail swipe/Claw slash...is):
Magic (How easily the Dragon can control, channel and learn magic):
Spirit (Controls how powerful the Dragons magic and fire is):
Over All Power (Divide the Dragons Power Stats by ten): 9
Note: If you don’t want your character to have a Sword, you can change the weapon, and put its name instead of “Sword” ie, if it’s a spear, put “Spearsmanship” I know it doesn’t make sense, but it will do.
SpoilerName: iendar, Syx.
Code name: Shēdo-en(Shade-Flame).
Weight: Average for his age.
History: He has lived his life fleeing PANDORA for they desperately want him for studies. He was born into PANDORA as a test subject when they tried to make artificial contractors. All other attempts failed, except for his. He lived and when he awoke his memories from his past were erased. He shot up out of his bed and since he had no control over his powers a blast of fire shot off him and killed all within the operating room except one. He fled the facility leaving a trail of blood in his path but only becuase his new found ability was out of control. Now he lives the life of a fugitive, and because of that traumatic night he finds himself to have gained a liking for killing. So he took up an assassins for hire. He both does it for money and for fun, he has assassinated some key figures of PANDORA and is one of the most wanted men in the country.
Personality: Sadistic, he loves the killing especially roasting them alive. Sometimes he simply blinds them and leaves them beaten and bruised. He is calm all the time but if he finds someone who might know about his past he will use ANY method to get that information out of them. He is analytic and very hard to fully understand. Many thoughts are always running through his head, plans within plans as they say.
Ability: He has control over Flame and Light. He cannot however make flame from nothing he has to either use a lighter or a match or it has to be present in an area of a block or so. For light well..its everywhere. He can bend it to make himself invisible and he can make mirages in the air as well as offensive fire attacks and flashes of light to blind people.
Payment: Due to his double ability he has 2 payments.
Payment 1: Whilst using light he cannot use his eyes. If he uses his eyes to see things he will become blind. To do this without closing his eyes he wears glasses so dark that they block out his eyesight completely when he uses light. They also cover up all spots that he could accidentally see out of. They can be knocked up and if this happens he has trained his eyes to automatically shut the moment the glasses move from their desired position.
Payment 2: After using fire he has to destroy something without the use of his ability otherwise he will lose his offensive capabilities of fire for a day and only be able to change tempurature slightly. As well as mirages which are not offensive(at least not directly).
Weapon (Keep it simple): He carriers a katana. Silver blade triangulat hilt. The handle is thicker is mechanical and can open on the bottom and release numerous cords of energy. He can light the cords on fire or tie the cords to things aswell as tie things to the cords. The cords can be cut.
Extra info: Due to his 1st payment he has enhanced his other senses in order to make up for his lost sight. He has a powerful sixth sense.
SpoilerName: Ikaru, Tensonai.
Alias: Dark Envoy.
Age: 100(looks 17).
Height: 6 feet.
History: Originally Ikaru was not named Ikaru but instead was named Gisei-sen(Sacrificial Vessel). "Ikaru" was born in a village who utterly adored and worshiped the Sealed Ancient Hyakuhei. They were one of the few villages that did so and for some strange reason they remained untouched by the horrors of the Rapture. After the Release of Hyakuhei the village offered up a scrafice to the ancient, little did they know that the act would cause Mugen infinitely more problems. Upon the ritual sacrafice Ikaru did not die when stabbed instead his body shined with a dark light and his eyes turned black. He had been possessed by Hyakuhei and had become the Dark Ancients Vessel. Since then Ikaru has lead the human armies of Hyakuhei while another entity known as Hason tamashī(Corrupted soul) aka Hyakuhei's unknown brother leads the Ancients on their side. he is thought to have gained immoratality as well as the power of an Ancient since his partial possession.
Ikaru's power has been witnessed in many a battle, so many in fact that when a human army with no strong individuals see's Ikaru arrive they try to retreat only to be obliterated by the Dark Envoy's incredibly powerful ability.
Personality: Evil beyond comprehension he is the exact replica of Hyakuhei not liking anything good or light based. All happiness dims before him and his very presence in a place causes all to fall silent as they feel a foreboding evil and fear seeping from his body. He is literally darkness condensed into a once mortal body.
Affiliation: Yami raijingu(Rising Darkness).
Affinity: Fire, Darkness, and Other.
Abilities- Yōshanai aku no hason yami(Corrupt darkness of the unrelenting evil): His ability forces him to always keep his eyes closed lest it go out of control. He cannot use the ability unless he opens his eyes, once open darkness wreathes his body and everything organic around him(including really weak conscious beings and animals) begin to turn black with the amount of evil and corruption seeping from his body. If left like this eventually the whole area will be completely corrupted and black, however instead of doing this he directs it sending waves, attacks, weapons and huge pillars of crushing corruption at his enemies. Its only known weakness is light abilities and the abilities of other ancients or of priests utilizing the power of an ancient.
Weapons: Norowa reta ibutsu(Cursed Relic)
Ability: Norowa reta ibutsu(Cursed Relic) was another weapon that has been sealed deep within the earth for centuries so that no foolish humans would come into contact with it. The weapon is a vessel for another sealed ancient known as Kakuson Anei(Spreading Shadow). Normally any mortal who touches the weapon would become possessed by the ancient within allowing him to escape but since Ikaru is already possessed this did not happen it instead gave him a powerful sword with the ability to cut anything that has a shadow.
Kurotenku(Dark-Sky): He fires a condensed pillar of darkness into the sky and the sky itself begins to corrupt and the light is blocked out and dulled making a sort of grey glow over the area. it has no actual ability but it is known to be deadly due to giving Ikaru the ability to fire darkness from the sky.
SpoilerFull Name: Illarion, Spiritus.
Age: 2000. He is considered young, around 20 in his race's standards.
Species Explanation: Demonia are strange beings, they're culture and abilities are unknown to those outside of their families. This species have specific families each of which specializes in their own type of ability, element, or specialty/tool/weapon. Typically however Demonia are considered extremely long-lived to the point where some forget their own age and others seem immortal. However these beings bodies can be killed however their souls cannot. When any of their kind die they do not reincarnate, instead their souls are forced to wander till they find a suitable host which can essentially be anything. They can take host in dead bodies or even possess and take over other sentient or non-sentient beings bodies if they are weak of will. Additionally all Demonia are equal in strength and speed to a vampire and depending on their clan/family they can regenerate.
Spiritus Clan Explanation: The Spiritus clan in particular are considered the most shrouded in mystery. The spiritus are very unique because they, upon birth are bonded with 1-5 spirits that can help them in varies ways along their long life journey's.
Flammam, Volvens(Rolling, Flames).
Spirit Appearance: What he appears as when within Illarion's mind.
Physical Form: what he looks like when he is materialized.
He is a being of flames and symbolizes destruction, power, and a rash headstrong attitude. He is intelligent but he relies on strength instead of brains to get things done. He is considered to be one of the most violent spirits.
Gelidus, Plana(Freezing, Plains).
He represents a cold logical outlook on life and he never does or says anything without thinking about it. He hates those who are rash and simply rush into things for he likes to stratagize and execute plans. He is cold blooded and cool headed not letting anything but his opposites effect him(opposites being fire and lightning and nature/plants).
History: Since he is so old he is only able to remember about 500 years back but he still retains the experience, skills, and knowledge of his entire history. Since 500 years ago he has been wondering the lands trying to figure out exactly why people fret so over foolish issues and things that can easily be resolved through a conversation but are instead solved with wars, violence, and chaos. He has always wished to stop such things but of course sometimes he succumbs to them himself because of his triple nature. He still searches for answers even today.
Personality: He is essentially in between Plana and Volvens in the sense that he is cool headed but has a bit of a temper. Its hard to get him angry but it can definetly happen when put under enough stress. He dislikes to take sides in fights but will always take one or the other to the best of his moral judgement. He is extremely wise despite his people considering him young for he has actually had 2000 years of experience and has thus gained many things in life to help him through his journeys and adventures. As a friend he is trustworthy and will do his best to help those that he is friends with lest they abandon him. However he sometimes feels that having comrades is useless when he is almost certainly bound to outlive them by A LOT. He is a bit sad in the respect that he has never had a friend who could live as long as himself and has thus almost completely given up on having friends.
Likes: Nature, the night, the ocean, volcanoes(he likes bathing in them).
Dislikes: Controlling situations/when he has no choice or control. He doesn't like the ocean very much and dislikes moderate temperatures liking more of the 2 extreme's of hot and cold.
Turn ons: Intelligence, Experience, Cosplay, dress-up, nice body, dirty talk.
Turn offs: Men, gayness, arguments.
Wants: More experience and knowledge of the world and beings around him.
Recruit Powers: (Must be weak)
Rookie Apprentice Powers: (More powerful but still weak)
Junior Apprentice Powers: (Medium)
Senior Apprentive Power: (Midium-High)
Knight Powers: (Highest power you will achieve)
PICTURE/DEFINITIONS: He has 2 forms, 1 he walks around in and the other that he uses when fully powered and using his spirits.
Affiliated element: um...?
Weapons: The cutting edge, sheath, and handle are all ice blue. The main part of the blade is multiple shades of red and crimson, like blood and fire.
SpoilerName: Saln, Jareo.
Alias: None yet.
Hair Color: Black.
Eye Color: They change colors with his emotion but normally they are a dark hazel green.
Faction: He is a wanderer, a lone wolf who follows the rules of no one and as such is an outlaw in both countries.
Personality: He is a quiet boy and he almost never says anything, instead conveying his feelings and needs/wants through a strange kind of telepathy. Instead of traditional telepathy or speech he has something that is a bit more rare with the exclusion of dragon riders. He uses Empathy which conveys more vague things instead of words.
He uses his eyes and eyebrows the most to express himself and one can usually tell his mood or what he is trying to say through the look in his eyes.
History: Unknown but he has traveled to both countries and acted as a kind of mercenary and sometimes a helper of the people. He is not infamous or famous exactly but he is well known.
(I apologize. I'll reveal it in the RP becuz I reeaaaally don't feel like it right now. I might write one later, tommorow maybe but probably not :/)
Nulla(Ice) and Flamma(Flame): The Larger blade is Flamma and is imbued with magic allowing it to create 10x the amount of friction with the air it runs through in comparison to a normal blade. However this makes it difficult to weild and as such most swordsman do not seek it out despite it being one of the 10 legendary blades, or rather one in a pair of legendary blades.
Nulla is the smaller blade and it is imbued with magic as well and possess the ability to slow the speed of molecules it moves past. In this way it essentially creates cold air. However as there is a large amount of hydrogen, and oxygen as well as normal water particles in the air it causes a line of freezing cold magical energy to form. Additionally this sword can bond hydrogen and oxygen together to create water and then freeze it.
Special/Race Abilities: He is stronger then most elves but has a kind of lithe speed that is close to theirs. He is not as graceful as an elves movement but he can move with the flowing motions of a true swordsman.
Empathy: Empathy allows 2 or more beings to feel each others emotions, sensations and other such things both mental and physical. He does not use this on purpose but could learn how to use it to his advantage. It also allows him to feel what other people around or near him are feeling internally and it sometimes clouds his thinking and makes it hard to concentrate. As such he tries to avoid largely populated areas.
Other: Take in mind for his magic stats that he does not actually use magic but rather manipulates his blades which utilize magic.
Character Power Stats: 80.
Strength (How much weight the Character can bear): 10
Power (How destructive the Character kick/punch...is): 15
Speed (How fast the Character can run and react to things around
Magic (How easily the Character can learn and control magic): 5
Willpower/Stamina (The ability to keep going no matter what): 10
Spirit (Controls how powerful the Character s’ magic is): 5
Swordsmanship (How good the Character is with a sword): 15
SpoilerName: Satyr, Malcivk.
Personality: Arrogant and unpleasant he is not a good comrade in terms of relationships and is largely antisocial. He hates people in general and pretty much insults them whenever he can for he is technically no longer human. He will never die as long as he keeps consuming the magic from others. He is immortal in an evil way and could be called a vampire in some senses. However he does feel partially responsible for the meaningless lives he ended in his village and thus tries to do SOME though very few, good deeds.
History: Satyr is a resident of the world and was born in a town far from the rest of people. The town was a place of magic and almost everyone there was born with it. However he was not, he was not born with the abilities to manipulate the magical energy within his body as they were. He grew up not being able to play the games that the other kids did and eventually grew resentful towards them.
As he got older he discovered that the adults treated him differently aswell, as if he was stupid or some type of mental illiterate. He hated it and so he did something taboo, he stole something from the great library. For his village had one ancient structure that was considered sacrad. It was a library filed with thousands upon thousands of spell tomes that was guarded and run by a group of mysterious spirit-like beings.
He snuck in and stole a tome. The tome told him that there was a way to gain magic, which was through taking anothers. As he did not read the consequences or limitations or even consider trying another one of the ways he ended up doing it incorrectly.
THe disaster was so huge that the town was destroyed along with its inhabitants. He was left the only one alive and his body was bleeding from the massive amount of magical energy within it. He later discovered the downside of the ritual. If one did not keep doing the process they would eventually die or lose all potential for magic and become incredibly ill or weak of body and mind.
So he lives like this using power he stores in crystals to fuel his spells instead of his own lest he die from it. Another strange thing is that he lost the need to eat and drink from the ritual for magic is now his sustenance.
Party: ...which are there?(He'll probably start as a loner).
Effects: His gloves are embedded with a special type of crystal which conducts only pure magical energy. He took them to a smith and an enchanter to make them only work with energy that he controls so as to make them useless to anyone else.
Istaryr An'tor(Crystal Storm)[Focus): Using the crystals he surrounds the area with a few and then positions many in the air near his enemies but high up. He then conducts his energies through the crystals. He can either use this to trap them in a specified area or to shoot down blasts of lightning by absorbing static energies into the crystals as well as magical. He keeps a few crystals free to move and attack with.
Kisan Tresh'jl(Blast Shield)[Skill]: He positions any number of crystals above 2 around himself and forms a shield that can block attacks. He can increase its strength by adding crystals, this takes concentration. He can also form this in close combat and blast it from his body doing a type of damage of his choosing.
Inventory: He has a couple pouches at his waist in which he carries varies supplies. 3 of the 6 pouches hold a score of crystals (about 15 in each). The crystals have the same attributes of those in his gloves and he uses them for his specialized combat techniques.
Shane "Spur" Loyfield.
SpoilerName: Shane "Spur" Loyfield.
Alias: The Spur.
Hometown or country: The West.
Backstory: He has always lived in the west but he wasn't always an outlaw. His childhood was fairly undisturbed except for the murder of his parents by a group of outlaws who raided their house for money and ended up killing his parents in the struggle. That night permenantly scared Shane, literally for one of the outlaws found him in the closet and used his spurred boot to gouge a scar just above his eye. He grew up alone wandering around and eventually bought four guns to protect himself from the dangerous outlaws that roamed the west. He gained his fruit as a reward from some traders he saved from an outlaw gang. After eating the desert fruit he gained the ability to change the trajectory of objects in a certain radius. In fact this fruit was the accidental reason for him becoming an outlaw. Everytime someone would try to attack or bother him while he ate in a bar their bullets would automatically reverse their trajectory and kill the person who shot it. So even though Shane isn't a evil person he has an evil ability that he doesn't like using.
Personality: He is quiet and is one of those people that most like to pick on. Under his quiet exterior is a man who hates violence and wishs that people would just leave him alone. Even though he doesn't like violence the harsh west has forced him to learn how to fight and thus he is called the spur because of his scar and the fact that he 1.) uses spurs like shurikan to fight(aswell as his pistols) and 2.) because he takes the spurs from the boots of people he has defeated.
Desert-Fruit power: Pasu no henkō(change of path): His desert fruit allows him to change the trajectory of objects in a certain sphere around him. The sphere extends about 3 yards from his body in every direction. Its hard to hit him with anything but a knife for if its not in your hand its most likely not gonna hit him. He can also change the speed of the object, he can make objects that aren't moving move and objects that are moving stop. The heavier the object that harder it is to move/redirect.
Bounty: 0.(wish I could do more but oh well).
Weapons: He carries a lot of spare spurs and 4 pistols as well as amunition.
Melee Weapons(Spurs): 20
Hand guns(pistols, revolvers): 20
Two-Handed guns: 0(not something he uses).
Explosives: 0(not something he uses).