Alright. So I worked hard on this. But I understand if I need to change anything or he isn't accepted. I'll keep the CS around because I really like him and he's a lot better than the simple Akito/Agito rip off he once was. Regardless, it is kinda long, to me, but here is my character.
There are no physical differences between Zenoram and Zero. Despite how they look, they are fairly toned and athletic. Under the clothes they house a considerably tough body. Their muscles have been trained and toned throughout their time with Azuron. They are considerably durable and a bit heavier than one might expect. They stand at about 5'8" and weigh about 140 lbs. They can typically be seen wearing an outfit comprised of a white button down shirt with a blue tie, navy blue pants, and black shoes. How the clothes are worn can also help tell who is in control, if the attitude change alone doesn’t give it away. If the tie is loose and the sleeves are rolled up it’s generally/always Zero cause he doesn’t like the neat look Zenoram has going on. His guild stamp is the typical shade of blue and located on his back, just under the left shoulder around the shoulder blade area.
Name: Zenoram and Zero Azuron
Age: 18
Magic:Zenoram
=> Time “Zone” Magic – This Magic allows the user to temporarily control the time within a certain area of space around himself. In order to use it a barrier must first be erected. A barrier can grow up to a mile in each direction of where his body is. Anything within or that enters the barrier will be susceptible to the time under his control. Those within direct contact with him will be affected
=> Stop – The simplest and least taxing of his abilities. For as long as Zenoram is able to hold his breath attacks, individuals, objects, etc. are all frozen in time. This works for getaways or moments of piece. By coming into direct contact with another he may free them from the time freeze.
=> Rewind – By coming into direct contact with an item or person he can temporarily reverse any damage, or fatigue from them as though it never happened. The down side is all damage and fatigue will return when the magic is deactivated or if he passes out.
=> Fast Forward – Contrary to what one may think, this does not fast forward the time of any object or person per say. Rather Zenoram can allow himself and anything he is holding or touching to move at a heightened speed in the barrier.
Zero
=> Water Dragon Slayer Magic - A type of Dragon Slayer Magic that grants the user various characteristics a water dragon. Consequently, Water Dragon Slayer Magic allows the user is able to breathe under water as well as produce and control water in its various forms such as ice, steam, snow, etc. from any part of their body, which can be used both in melee and as a ranged form of offense, assuming said user is skilled enough. Typically, using such advanced variations of even the most basic spells takes considerable amounts of magic and practice. The water produced may be cold as ice and possibly frozen, or scolding hot. The users blows may be capable of great damage or even capable of freezing or burning a target upon impact. The only ability which takes little practice is the ingestion of the user’s element. They may intake water in any of its tangile forms be they frozen or scolding apart from basic water.
=> Dragon Force - Although he never has, if Zero were to enter Dragon Force his hair would turn sky blue and light blue scales would appear along and around his eyes and cheeks. His hands and feet will become more like dragon claws up to the elbows and knees respectively. He gains dragon-like eyes and more elongated, and sharper, canines.
**I will be adding to this as time goes on; including different variations incorporating the temperature changes**
=> Water Dragon’s Roar – The breath attack of a water dragon is one of many forms. From a huge destructive torrent of water to a slicing precise stream, its capabilities know no bounds.
=> Water Dragon’s Raging Fist – After concealing their hand in condensed water, the user launches a powerful punch which seems to blow on impact causing a forceful watery explosion.
=> Water Dragon’s Riptide Talon – After encasing their foot in water the user kick their target. Whether this attack lands or no a raging wave of water with enough force and slicing power to cut through stone.
=> Water Dragon’s Suffocating Sphere – The user accumulates water in their hands and forcefully submerges a targets head with in it in order to make them pass out. In extreme cases the user will cause death.
=> Water Dragon’s Arsenal: Melee Edition – The user forms various melee weapons such at shield, swords, hammers, maces, etc. in order to hold, or simply encasing their hands in feet in order to fight and add extra damage upon impact. Enough speed and force with allow a water blade to slice or pierce the target.
=> Water Dragon’s Arsenal: Projectile edition – The user forms various types of projectile weapons such as bullets, arrows, javelins, etc. that they fire at high speeds at their target.
Magic Level: B
History: The following is the story of how Zenoram and Zero came to be who they are today.
Zenoram and Zero share a body, but different ages and birthdays. At least that is how Zenoram would try to explain it. The young man was born in a small village just a bit away from the base of Mt. Hakobe. His father was a criminal and magician in many areas, but his mother had fallen in love with him. He had truly tried to change. No… He had changed. The villagers simply refused to believe that. Thus, they had no problem leaving him to die when he fell ill. This had taken a serious toll on his mother who passed not more than a month later. He remained healthy, but at this time Zenoram was a mere four years old.
He had never been treated very well before. But he had always had his mother and father. Thus, when he had to face it himself he couldn’t bare it. He tried. He really did. For a year he faced bullying and anger because of who his father was and his mother’s choice. He was simply born. That was his crime. Still, something broke not long after he’d turned five. He remembers it so vividly. He was being picked on again. There were three boys. Each was a bit bigger, and a little older, and much meaner. That day he had just lost control. He didn’t black out. He saw everything that happened. He was fighting back. He was hurting the boys. But it wasn’t him.
“I’ll protect you.” The one in control said calmly after the trouble had ended. They were alone. Back home. Zenoram was once more in control, but in the back of his mind was another. It was him and yet it wasn’t. “Who are you?” Zenoram questioned. “I’m exactly what the villagers say. Exactly what those assholes try to make me out to be. I’m nothing. Zero.” The other answered simply. Though Zenoram doubted he believed that himself. But at least he wasn’t alone now.
That day things changed. The village’s opinion worsened, but he wasn’t really bullied anymore. Zero changed so much. Nothing could go wrong. Or so they thought. One day, two years later, on the day of tribute, his home was invading. Things were destroyed. Some stuff in a bag. Some packed up. It was like nothing he’d experienced before. Zero of course attempted to fight, but it didn’t amount to much. There were too many. That was it. He’d be the tribute.
However, rather than eat him, the dragon reacted in anger. “Those damn villagers force a child into this now?” He seemed to have had enough. He looked as though he’d attack the village. “Good! Go get em!” Zero spoke loudly, but the control shifted quickly. “No! You can’t!” Despite everything Zenoram wished to protect them. He wouldn’t allow the dragon to do it. Luckily, the confusion of him and Zero caught the dragon’s attention. From there they began to speak. The dragon was Azuron. The dragon seemed skeptical about Zenoram and Zero, but he grew to accepted. Azuron allowed them to live with him. Zenoram and Zero had another to care for and care for them. They had someone who’d protect, teach and raise them.
Since then, the two have grown considerably. They have each learned many things. Much of what they’ve learned has varied between each of them, but neither has had much to complain to. It was rare that they’d leave the cave and mountain. But when they did, they would always return with some amazing things. Books, scrolls, food, and other various items were all acquired. To this day they enjoy a life of solitude with their surrogate parent Azuron. However, just as he does, they fear these pleasant days may soon come to an end.
Personality: While each personality has its share of similarities, they are for the most part vastly different.
Zenoram
Zenoram is kind, forgiving and trusting to a fault. He is loving and innocent and wishes to protect life. Above all he is not a fighter. He wishes to protect, but he does not have the mind set to bring harmt o others. He believes it better to be hurt than hurt others. He is loyal. He cares. He truly does.
Zero
Zero while sharing loyalty and a certain kindness towards those he actually does care for is Zenoram’s polar opposite. He quite enjoys dealing pain on to others and is not afraid to even kill if it means protecting what he wishes to protect. He is distrusting. He holds grudges. He is an asshole. But only if he doesn’t see you as important to him or Zenoram.
Team Members: None
Three Strengths:Zenoram
Zenoram can generally get along with just about anyone fairly easily.
Zenoram is durable as he shares a body with Zero
Zenoram knows when he cannot win and knows when to back down. He uses his brain and intelligence.
Zero
Zero is able to properly utilize his body’s combative capabilities to extraordinary heights. Whether it is his heightened senses or enhanced physical abilities, he is highly skilled.
Zero can take a hit because of his durable body. Thus, he may go down, but it’ll take a lot to take him out.
Zero has a very strong will and a high aptitude for combat. Thus, he can fairly easily adapt to battles.
Three Weaknesses:Zenoram
Zenoram’s kind and trusting nature leaves him to be subject to trickery and manipulation. He is easily fooled and it could very well be his undoing.
Zenoram lacks the mindset and the ability to properly use his body to its combative potential. Thus, he is support and not much else.
Zenoram has little to no actual combat ability. Physically, he should. But mentally his knowledge is blank.
Zero
Zero just doesn’t know when to quit. He can sometimes lose himself in a battle and go to far even if he cannot win.
Zero’s insecurities over his feelings regarding Zenoram and his existence can be a tactical weapon against him if one knows that much about him.
Zero is fairly paranoid and can make simple mistakes and cause problems because of his own anger and paranoia.
Greatest Love:Zenoram
Zenoram cares for Azuron and Zero, but also deeply cares for the life inhabiting this world and the lives of each individual and creature around him.
Zero
Zero’s greatest love or loves include Azuron and Zenoram. He cares for nothing else in this damned world.
Motivation:Zenoram
Zenoram’s motivation is the dream of one day living happily. He doesn’t know what circumstances exactly, but if he can be happy, it will be enough. He will strive for this life.
Zero
Zero’s only motivation is to see that Zenoram isn’t hurt. Sure he can’t stop physical pain, but he can do his best to relinquish any further mental damage.
Bonus info: As I have nothing more to say regarding Zenoram and Zero for the moment, I shall regail you with the tail of Azuron, The Water Dragon.
Near the end of the battle with the Dark Mage Zeref and his followers, just as magic came to be feared and the Magic Management council was created there was a discovery. A total of ten fossilized dragon eggs were found. This was amazing. Using the magic and technology at their hands these marvels could be revived and brought back to life. However, those behind this discovery new that with all that had been done, it was likely that no public support would be gained. Worst case scenario the eggs would need to be destroyed. However, they could prove to be mighty weapons in the future if raised and tamed.
Thus, under the watchful eye of the Magic Management Council and the king these eggs were studied in secret. Five years, or grueling work, experimentation, and failure after failure passed, but finally the fruits of labor ripened. At this point only five eggs remained. But these five eggs were more than enough. They were revitalized. They were then cultivated and hatched. Under the watch of the kingdom’s higher ups, the dragons were to be raised and tamed. Taught to obey. However, things did not go as planned. Another five years passed and three of the five dragons had died. As it turned out the process had only succeeded properly with the final two as they were rejuvenated with the final adjustments made. It was a miracle they were alive.
Only five years of age, the dragons knew very little. But they did know that their brethren were lost. These people did not care for their lives. They knew they had to flee. The two had been named Erebus, and Azuron. They were of darkness and water respectively. These facts lined their minds. It was all they truly knew of themselves. Everything else was sheer instinct. It was likely for this reason that during their escape plan on the sixth year of their lives, only one was able to escape unharmed. They could just barely fly, and had little control over their magic. They did manage to escape, but soon after, Erebus passed. Azuron was stricken with grief and a loathing of the humans. Not all were hated. But none were trusted.
Azuron made his way to Mt. Hakobe after having hidden his dear brother’s body in the ground so as not to be found. He had no idea he’d actually given the young dragon a burial, but he did know he was alone. One more fact to add to his list. Days passed, and then months, and years and decades. Time halted for nothing. He learned, and grew. He trained. He could live on this mountain in solitude. Nobody would bother. Alone he spent his days in a cave not too far up from the base. At least, that was until a small village settled just a mile or so away from the base. Adventures and travellers. Often one would venture into the mountain. They wouldn’t get far. He didn’t make any moves towards them. No acts of aggression. He simply watched.
Still, it was inevitable that as years passed he would be discovered. They began some idiotic ritual in which they sacrificed a member of their home to him. They dared not act against him. While this was in his favor he had no reason to consume the humans. He had no taste for them. Thus he’d often carry them to safety and urge them to never return. They never did. He went on like this slowly growing more annoyed with the ritual and people altogether. He’d not asked for them, nor their fear, nor any of what they did. Azuron simply wished to live in peace.
Azuron went on about his life until one day he nearly snapped. A child was brought as an offering. So far it’d always been an adult. One who’d volunteered. Had no regrets or fear. But this child was forcefully brought. The villagers looked at him with disgust and anger. They treated him like nothing. Did his life mean nothing? It reminded him of his early years. And yet, one voice urged him to proceed while another pleaded for him to leave the humans be. The strange thing was both voices came from the child. Confusion ensued until Zenoram explained. Zero confirmed, but Azuron was skeptical.
Eventually he accepted it. Joke or not the child didn’t seem to let it go or change his story. Azuron had neared adulthood. He’d have brought the child to safety, but that was impossible. He would surely die on his own. Thus, Azuron concluded to raise the young boy. To teach him, and help him live. Over the years he grew close to the boy. To this day they live in solitude together. Though he fears their time together may soon end.
I've had a look over him, and I like it. I like the two personality thing, and all that, and I have no issues with this. I'll let expolar and Zarkun have their says too.
Normally I would be hesitate about a slayer magic user. But from how you have him in your CS, I think it could work. So I guess I'll approve it since it does give him time to develop his character.
Thank you! Yes, I wanted to aim for character development over time. I'll make sure to keep him fair and not be godmoddy or OP. I know it's kind of a curse of FT RPs that lots of people want to be some kind of Slayer to the point that it's often considered Mary Sue, I just wanted to make an attempt at "doing it right" so to speak.
I believe now I just have to wait for Zarkun's opinion, correct?
I don't believe it's a split personality unless I read it wrong. In any case, it seems fine, though having a Dragon Slayer just a couple weeks after talking about it is hilarious.
Hello everyone, I realize that this RP's already got a sizable foundation, but I've been feeling a Fairy Tail itch and wanted to see if it'd be possible to join this. I've talked over my character idea with Caits, and was told to place my CS here for approval. If anything needs to be changed or clarified, just let me know!
Name: Rutger Artz
Age: 18
Magic: Flame God Slayer
Magic Level: B ((I'd like to be able to raise this over the course of the RP, because events in his backstory have caused him to need to learn how to better use his power, and also to stop holding himself back))
History: Born and raised on a snowy mountain in a small, nearly isolated village, Rutger and his father were herders responsible for providing a great deal of meat, cheese, and wool to keep the villagers supplied during the harsh winters. As such they had more wealth than many in the small settlement; not nearly enough to be considered rich, but enough to afford a few more small luxuries--such as books. Rutger adored books, and whenever the odd peddlar braved the dangers of the mountain and brought their wares to the village square, Rutger would beg his father for enough money to buy every book he could. His parents easily relented; after all, knowledge was power.
Little did they know the power their son would gain.
One day, the peddlar brought a pile of books they had collected from all corners of Fiore, and Rutger bought them all. Among them was a book with a strange cover, blackened and dusty with the appearance and texture of charcoal. Rutger originally found, when he opened this book, that it was written in such an old dialect as to be neary indecipherable, a throwback to the days when Fiore was instead known by another name: Ishgal. He struggled to translate it so that he could read it, using other books as resources, but even then the contents simply seemed to squirm before his eyes. During a particularly cold storm, Rutger read next to the fireplace, as he usually did. Once again he was trying to decipher the book. He cried out in sudden despair when an ember popped from the fire and landed on one of the pages...but the book did not burn.
Instead, the letters within began to glow, and a warmth spread through Rutger as he watched in fascination. He felt something within him being pulled out, and the book reacted to it. From this reaction, the letters shifted, and became readable. Though Rutger did not know it, it was not only the flame that had changed the book. Within him, as within roughly 20% of Fiore's population, was the potential for magic, and the book had reacted to it, choosing him as its new owner.
He became obsessed with the book, poring over its contents day after day. He began to practice the magic in secret, his curiosity overcoming the risks and the possibility of being ridiculed by his family or the other villagers. It was here, however, that he learned just why magic was so feared.
Black flames threatened to consume the village, and Rutger could not stop them. The only fortune to be had that day was when the heat melted part of the snow on the mountainside and caused an avalanche that managed to put out the flames, though many villagers were trapped in their homes until they could be dug free. Because of Rutger's magic, he had almost destroyed everything and everyone he had ever loved. The villagers began to treat him with fear and disdain, and his family decided it would be for the best to send him away. Rutger left the snowy village in the dead of night, keeping himself warm with his power, a blessing and a curse.
Knowing he had to find someone to help him control his abilities, he headed for the Mage Guilds...
Personality: Deeply unsettled by the events of his life, Rutger is often gloomy, but when his heart finally begins to open up, traces of an imaginative, curious, and energetic youth can be seen.
Team Members: N/A
Three Strengths:
Fount of Knowledge - Rutger is widely read in a variety of subjects, and thus knows a great deal about many things.
Steel Trap Memory - Rutger doesn't have a photographic memory, but it's a good one nonetheless, especially if it's something he's read.
Analytical Mind - Rutger's great at discovering and putting together clues to deduce possible answers, though some of his predictions are based on "genre-savviness" rather than realism.
Three Weaknesses:
Self Control - Rutger is still new to his magic, and has a great deal of trouble controlling it, making him dangerous in flammable areas, tight spaces, or when allies are crowded around him.
Fear - Rutger is so afraid of hurting people he cares about with his magic that it severely weakens his spells and abilities.
Passiveness - Rutger isn't often one to take initiative on his own, and he's stopped taking as many risks. He often tries to think of excuses to justify this to himself, and in the process is his own worst critique, creating mental blockages that can keep him from doing what's necessary out of fear of failure.
Greatest Love: Reading
Motivation: Learning to control his magic
Appearance: Rutger stands at 5 feet 10 inches and weighs around a hundred and seventy pounds, with a bit of tone from working with animals and living in a harsh environment, but not so much like a weight lifter. He has dark red, almost auburn hair that spikes sort of to the right, with a cowlick on the left and slightly back. He wears a long sleeved black wool shirt under a thick blue, denim-like jacket with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and heavy brown leather gloves lined with white wool. His pants are dark gray in color and his boots are made in the same style as his gloves. A black leather belt with a silver, square buckle holds two leather pouches, one on the side of his left hip and the other on the back of his waist. The last item of clothing he wears is a bright red woolen scarf sewn with double layers for extra warmth; this particular item was a gift from his mother before he left, and he tends to wear it all the time to remind himself of his family even if he changes the rest of his outfit.
Additional Details: Always has at least one book on hand.
Our other god slayer vanished, so I'm fine with this one. No problems that I could see.
I don't believe it's a split personality unless I read it wrong. In any case, it seems fine, though having a Dragon Slayer just a couple weeks after talking about it is hilarious.
Well it's essentially like having two minds. Two completely different personalities within one body, but the second persona was derived from the first's weakness and inability to defend himself. So I guess that's split personality? I could be wrong... Idk. Point is... One person. Virtually, not literally, two minds.
Now I just need one more okay. Come on expolar. *fingers crossed*
Our other god slayer vanished, so I'm fine with this one. No problems that I could see.
Thanks! I'll post him in the characters section. Will it be alright if he just waltzes into the guild off the street looking to join up? I'll read over who's where in a bit, but is there anyone at the guild he could interact with? Also, I looked over the Job Board, and if no one has taken it yet I'd like to call dibs on the "Temporary Librarian" job, since that's right up Rutger's alley.
Our other god slayer vanished, so I'm fine with this one. No problems that I could see.
Thanks! I'll post him in the characters section. Will it be alright if he just waltzes into the guild off the street looking to join up? I'll read over who's where in a bit, but is there anyone at the guild he could interact with? Also, I looked over the Job Board, and if no one has taken it yet I'd like to call dibs on the "Temporary Librarian" job, since that's right up Rutger's alley.
Afraid you missed them, cause now those in the guild hall are in Edolas xD
Our other god slayer vanished, so I'm fine with this one. No problems that I could see.
Thanks! I'll post him in the characters section. Will it be alright if he just waltzes into the guild off the street looking to join up? I'll read over who's where in a bit, but is there anyone at the guild he could interact with? Also, I looked over the Job Board, and if no one has taken it yet I'd like to call dibs on the "Temporary Librarian" job, since that's right up Rutger's alley.
Might be best to wait it out with me until things calm down somewhat. Lol xD
Afraid you missed them, cause now those in the guild hall are in Edolas xD
Oh lol. Literally everyone who was in the guild hall, or just certain characters? I could have him go solo for a bit if necessary.
I believe it was everyone in the room. Could he mistaken but I think that's the case. Some others could return soon sometime and find out their buddies are gone.
There are no physical differences between Zenoram and Zero. Despite how they look, they are fairly toned and athletic. Under the clothes they house a considerably tough body. Their muscles have been trained and toned throughout their time with Azuron. They are considerably durable and a bit heavier than one might expect. They stand at about 5'8" and weigh about 140 lbs. They can typically be seen wearing an outfit comprised of a white button down shirt with a blue tie, navy blue pants, and black shoes. How the clothes are worn can also help tell who is in control, if the attitude change alone doesn’t give it away. If the tie is loose and the sleeves are rolled up it’s generally/always Zero cause he doesn’t like the neat look Zenoram has going on. His guild stamp is the typical shade of blue and located on his back, just under the left shoulder around the shoulder blade area.
