... and I'm just here like... HI GUYS I'LL GO WHEREVER U WANT ME!!

@Weird Tales
Alright will do, any other issues?

Is this RP still open to new characters? Never done an RP here before

Ayy, I had an app up on the IC but I never finished it. I'll get an app up soon prolly, he'll be based on Guts from Berserk in a few ways, but he'll be far different personality wise.

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Always good to see another Berserk fan!

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I'm only on golden age tbh, but it's been pretty amazing so far.

@Weird Tales Am I allowed to write a little paragraph along with the 5 words, or am I limited to that?

Hey @Weird Tales, Can I make a character, or am I too late?

Hannibal [+]

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Name:
Conrat Stoyan - Hannibal
Age:
In every way but chronologically he's about 19. He was born in 1170.
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Conrat towers at a tall 6 foot 4 and has a muscular physique fit for a man who wields a sword taller than him by about a head. His hair is an ebony black, and is kept in a short and messy style. He has a strong jaw and handsome features, although some are put off by his scars. The three most notable wounds on him are all on his face. First and foremost is his left eye, which he keeps closed at all times as it was taken out around a year or two before he was frozen in time. Secondly is the scar that traces horizontally across his nose and lastly is a strangely shaped scar, tracing around the side and underside of his remaining eye. Various other scars trace his body, but none as notable as the ones on his face of course.

Although he has lived in the modern world for all of 2 months, he still does not fully understand the clothing habits of the modern day. His costume consists of his black, lightweight armour and nothing but a red scarf to cover his mouth and subsequently his identity.

Day-to-day he's become quite accustomed to flannels and jeans. A safe bet for sure.
Personality:
Dated/Loyal/Vengeful/Naive/Ruthless

By all means, Conrat should be your stereotypical brutal, misogynistic, angry warlord who goes around killing for no reason and acting about as edgy as his blade. However, he's completely different. He's optimistic, ready to learn and cheerful at about all times. At first glance, you could even think he was a hero. A hero is something he isn't though, it is something he'd always liked to be however. His brutal life has raised a child born of hatred and anger. His real emotion is hidden behind a facade of joy. He's accepted that it's simply in his nature to kill and do evil.

His attitude towards women is also, not what you'd expect. He isn't misogynistic at all, and could tell you tales of the women he'd met on the battlefield and fought alongside. However, he does get quite embarrassed when seeing some of the skimpier outfits worn in the present day. Even shorts can make him go all red.
Powers/skills:
Conrat's most obvious power is his sheer strength. His sword being the most obvious example of this.
Furthermore, his speed is far beyond that of any human, without his sword he could probably run faster than your average sports care.
It's not really true to say that Conrat has increased durability, it's only slightly above that of the average human. It's more like an ignorance to pain that allows him to keep on trucking through injury.
A less obvious power of his is related to his curse. He is able to manipulate and create fire. He dislikes creating, and only really does so in times of dire need.
Equipment:
Conrat's main piece of equipment is his sword, The Black Death. It's more like a hunk of iron than anything else, and is unliftable by any normal man. Even to those with enhanced strength it can be a tricky, or damn right near impossible weapon to use. It feels imbalanced to those who haven't used it for years on end, but to Conrat it feels just as easy to use as your average long sword.
Short Bio:
Conrat was born in Germany, during the winter of 1170. He was the seventh son of a seventh son. Anyone who knows their mythos would know that this must mean he was born with some sort of special power, but rather than some sort of magic spell, Conrat was born with a curse. His family couldn't cope with six sons, let alone seven. They sold Conrat into slavery. For the first two years of his life he was cared for by a slave woman before he was sold off to a mercenary battalion. Now, I know what you're asking, "Why would a mercenary battalion buy a slave baby?". The simple answer is that the head of the battalions wife was baron, and attempts at suicide had been made.

Conrat was raised a soldier. To think that he would have had an easy life because of his father is to think a lie. He was in every battle from the age of 5, handing weapons to soldiers and eventually even fighting on the field as a squire. As he grew older he gained an affinity for heavier weapons, and took a liking to the zweihander.

His life was thrown into ruins during a fight that no one could have expected. For the first part of it they were fighting what looked to be ordinary foot soldiers, but soon enough the battalion was surrounded and were being slaughtered by the dozen. Soon enough, all that was left was Conrat and his 'father'. The beast that rode before him gave Conrat two options, kill his father and join them or die on that field.

He, of course, chose to kill his father.

He regretted it almost immediately after. The 'man' that had given him the options removed his helmet to reveal a charred, horned face, with teeth sticking out like a sabretooth. The entire battalion looked that way, like demons. Conrat's transformation began that day.

They used various concoctions and spells to transform him, giving him unimaginable abilities and even crafting the very sword you see him with today. Things were not all beneficial though. After giving him these abilities they required a sacrifice, one of the flesh. They first took his eye, and then a part of his nose, it was only when they began to take his other eye that Conrat rebelled and escaped his former commanders.

He travelled throughout his homeland for about a year after that before they found him. He took on around 200 of them before it was over. They froze him on the spot, turning him to stone and encasing him underground for presumably all eternity.

It was of course, not meant to be.

He woke up just 2 months ago, and has already been making headlines for his crime spree, killing those who got in his way and taking what he liked. Soon enough, he was contacted by 'The Presence' through a dove of all things.
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