Name: Frami Anthonio Zeppeli

Race: Human/Undead

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 174 lbs

Appearance:

Frami stands at 6 feet tall flat and possesses a medium build to compliment his stature, not by any means bulky or commanding presence through sheer body mass but well toned as his general aesthetic would hint, most bodily definition could be hidden well enough under baggy clothing save for his lower body which commands the most size of all his muscular features. A fray of curly black hair lies atop his head which is often matted down by the black and white checkered hats he frequently wears which do good at providing shade to contrasting emerald eyes which sport small flares suggesting signs of distant oriental descent, which is challenged by his rather large protruding nose and olive skin tone. Diagonally across the bicep of his left arm and diagonally across the higher part of his torso to his waist there are 2x2 cm deadbolts bolted into his flesh.

Personality:

Despite the circumstances that have been imposed on Frami he's ever the optimist in his own breed of relaxed acceptance, which some have come to gauge as apathy which he laughs off, if he were truly apathetic about anything he wouldn't have survived as long as he has. He simply does not see the use in worrying over circumstances one cannot control, it only impedes their performance when the time comes that they can make an impact.

Abilities and powers

-Swordsmanship: Prior to his time at the monestary while exploring on his own he picked up the ways of swordsmanship and can wield bladed weapons from the size of a dagger to the size of a claymore with relative ease, though his skills were never honed his ingenuity in battle and his superior physical condition may make up for what he may lack in being considered one of the best. This is not the skill he chooses to rely on in most cases.

-Polearms: In inheriting all of the skills of the late Hamaon Grandmaster, Frami can use polearms of any nature as an extension of himself. His proficiency along with radically super human strength allow him to crush stone with ease.

-Hamaon/The Ripple: The Ripple is a breathing technique that harnesses the latent powers of an individual and force of their surroundings. It takes the form of a incandescent crackling form of electricity that is hazardous to those of the Undead family causing their bodies to disintegrate, the only reason Frami can withstand it is the inheritance from the Grandmaster. A very versatile art as it can be channeled through all surfaces, it can be channeled through a simple pipe to make it strike with the force of a ton. It can be used to alter the bodies electronic traction and cause the user to stick to surfaces, traction can be altered to allow the user to stand perfectly fine on a spike 1mm wide. The Ripple can also be used to heal severe normally fatal wounds, not only to the user but to those the user applies it to. Flesh becomes as durable as granite, even bordering on diamond, yet is not hampered by weight, in fact the Ripple can be focused through air particles to achieve flight. The Ripple can be used to superheat air to cause combustion and freeze water as well as extract it from the air. Pockets of electrons beneath the users feet can be manipulated to maneuver at speeds untraceable by the human eye. The Ripple can be used to augment every aspect of the body to large degree, this includes the five senses.

History:

Draws origin from a homely port island. Lived to the age of 10 with a relatively content if not under privileged childhood, most in his neighborhood did not have much and he was no exception so he took the simple inability to gain material desires to heart and never really pestered for much. Eventually his parents registered his incredible temperance in never pestering for things they could not provide as most children are known to do. The guilt of not being able to provide luxuries for their child led them to allow him to live with his Aunt and Uncle in the mainland where he could obtain a better living, and for a while, he did. He'd picked up language skills and academic opportunities he'd only thought were for the more privileged kids.

By the age 16 he'd grown under much better circumstances his parents could have provided for him. A pastor in Local church had been driven mad through the force of a cult uprising, the demon that had been trying to take hold in the area possessed the pastor and attacked Frami nearly severing his soul from his body, were it not for the quick rescue by Paladins in the area he'd been one soul sort of sound mind and sound body. To sustain the damage done to him magic deadbolts were implanted into his wound to anchor his soul to his body. After the arduous procedure and recovery he began to fear the potential of another brush with death and followed a path he refused to be steered away from, to travel the world in search of the best means of protecting himself from the harshness of the world.

Upon his travels he found a monastery on the Highest peaks of the East. The manner in which the Monks controlled their bodies and surroundings astounded him, practitioners of an esoteric art, Hamaon or The Ripple. He pleaded to be taught under their wing even going so far as challenging their Grandmaster to a duel to teach him what he knew, which he'd lost before he'd even known it began. It was then he learned why they refused to teach him, only the living could master the art of the Hamaon, Frami no longer was. The deadbolts that kept him animated were a form of binding, Frami was Undead, an abomination that should not be.

He was crestfallen at the news and returned to the village at the foot of the mountain of the Monastery. I the night he was set upon by the same Paladins that had save him those years ago and were revealed to in fact be Blackguards that had instigated his attack and implanted the seal on him as a manner of watching their plans come to fruition to use him as the Avatar for their deity and allowing him to go about his business to become strong to point of withstanding the possession. The ensuing battle between him and the Blackguards was one not without collateral damage but all throughout Frami made it his goal, even if it was to detriment of himself, to protect innocent civilians. When the Monastery above heard of his selflessness they retracted their previous bar and allowed him to study under them. Both for his inordinate Gentleness as a member of the undead and to stop the plans of the Cult bent on retrieving him.

It was soon that the Cultist began an attack on the Monastery itself to retrieve him and the battle dragged on until the Grandmaster was left to face the previous degredating avatar of the Deity. One careless move to shelter Frami cost him his life, but before his expiration he passed his knowledge of the ripple through way of transferring his own power causing Frami to become a link between the way of the undead and of the life of the Ripple. The battle concluded with Frami defeating the avatar and continuing his travels as despite his altruism he could not be allowed to lead the monastery.