Wisp said
I apologize if this comes off as rude ( as it is not intended to be, but simple text can be interpreted so many ways ), but Touhoure and I would appreciate if you would refrain from posting any more unnecessary images in lieu of actual words. If you absolutely post them, then it'd be preferred that they're at least in a hider. :3
I understand. My next images will be put in hiders unless they're for character bios.
Speaking of character bios, I just worked on this one with Touhoure (therefore, it's been revised and awesome-sauce'd). Feedback is still appreciated, but I honestly think this character should not be taken as seriously as my previous one.
"The first time I saw him, he ran toward a cliff with his pants off while screaming 'PRAISE THE SUN!!!'"
Name: "Sir" Prize Batt
Age: 25
Species: Human
Role and Kingdom: Warrior, Gabriel's Kingdom
Ability: Inverse Law of Perception - Sir Prize has a surprisingly flexible body, allowing him to make maneuvers impossible for an ordinary armored knight to make.
Short Biography: When he was a young boy, Prize always dreamed of being a farmer.
Well, look how easy that was.
Jokes aside, he loved being a farmer. The boy always loved poking at the scarecrow that looked so similar to his father, and his angelic mother (though she wasn't really an angel) gave him the motherly love he constantly needed. He was a happy boy, and he remained happy. His father would cook up some weird stuff he did not care about at all, and they would all spend time being regular old farmers.
But were they regular farmers?
In fact, they were far from regular farmers. His father was actually not a farmer, but a warrior that served the kingdom of Gabriel. While his father was a man primarily against some of the kingdom's motives, his mother was actually a healer who tended wounded warriors from battles.
Then, Prize realized that he was not a farmer at all, but rather, the son of a warrior and a healer! In fact, he actually learned what a farmer was when he hit puberty! "An idiot I am!" Prize exclaimed like the doofus he was.
His naivety continued to stay with his ever-growing maturity, which winded him up in having a funny condition. He was eventually trained to become a warrior like his father, and he liked it. But whenever his mother patched him up after a sparring session, he felt pathetic in terms of strength. It was not that he disliked her motherly love; he just hated having no pride of his own. So what did he do?
Well, he decided to make himself more flexible to prevent further injuries, and he broke his back twice by putting ten iron bars on his back at once.
Up to this day, no one knew why the baffoon decided to hurt himself to become flexible. But what was more surprising was the fact that Prize grew up to be a dark horse within the army of Gabriel. He was a valiant warrior; a man who cared for his allies! Though his name is small and overshadowed by the more famed knights and warriors, he finally learned that humility was far harder to achieve than such selfish desires as pride. And as much pride as he might have within, there is far more humility in the warrior of Gabriel that now goes by "Sir Prize Batt."
And he is ready to learn so much more.
Personality: He is a loyal servant to nearly anyone that is not his enemy. In fact, if he is tricked even by what could be the dumbest of lies, he might start helping everyone in the world. Prize tends to pop out of nowhere, attack people from nowhere, and start talking with people from nowhere. He also tends to tear apart a woopie cushion whenever he gets extremely angry, and he has some dense sense. Prize is efficient when it comes to defending others, and he is surprisingly willing to do tasks that no one else would be willing to do. He is prideful about his "virgin lifestyle," or at least, that's how he likes to call it.