Character Sheet
“A new dawn approaches. And it requires new eyes to see its brilliance.”
Name: Sable Rhodroth
Nickname: Wretched One, Dragon Slayer, Crimson One, Flayre Draconis. Reign the Ether, Wicked Summerking, Great Wanderer
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Guild: Vyper Bolt
Rank: Mage
Personality: Weirdly reckless and loud, Sable walks around towns, villages, roads, and even other guilds, as if he owns them. He has an obnoxious view of the world, where he sees everything as his. He claims he's just recovering his possessions when in actuality he's stealing what he want. Aside from this mental instabilities, its the ferocious persona and jaw-snapping pursuit of a animal that puts fear into his opponents. He's been whooped in battle plenty of times but each time, he's grievously injured his opponent(s) with sheer determination, whether that be mentally or physically. He has a stare that mimics the strength of his magic-father: Rhodroth the Land Burner.
While its possible that he has a shred of kindness in his heart, the hardships that he's been through has long since buried it. He has the strange quirk of becoming over-emotional at the slightest hints of a sad story or ending, another hint that he may have feelings deep inside. He also smells like charcoals and smoked lumber and despises the rain or cold weather even though their cold rarely bothers him. When out and about, he stays away from snakes, as he has an acute dislike for them. Oddly enough, can't stand "normal" transportation; it sends his guts into a whirlwind of knots.
History: The second child to horrible slavers, Sable was the witness of several international crimes and is considered an accomplice to over two-hundred counts of these accusations. At the age of nine, he killed his eldest brother in the spur of a moment, trying to save a small girl from a fatal beating. His family, being the ruthless savages that they were, was prepared to return the punishment in kind. A life for a life. It was his luck that a riot rupture out, the slaves had gotten out and not on accident. During the scuffle, Sable had gotten the key from his brother and tossed it to the girl. His parents weren't the wise type.
In the chaos of the riots, he watched his mother and father burned by the very people he freed. Both cheered and cursed in the same moment, Sable's mind was torn just a bit. Too afraid to be alone, he traveled with slaves for a few months, watching them as they dispersed and headed back in the direction of their own homes. When it was just him and the girl left, he decided to travel to Fiore where he would start anew. On the way there, he would lose the only thing that held his damaged mind together.
Cringle, the girl that he had grown attached to, was snatched from him by bandits on his way to Fiore.
They knocked him unconscious and though he looked for weeks, he could never find her. For months he made his home in the forest, determined to find Cringle but only finding a "large lizard". The Dragon looked upon him as a insect at first but upon witnessing his indomitable pride, he saw potential. He promised the strength to find Cringle if he was capable of learning from him.
During his time with the dragon, he was taught survival skills in the woods, though primitive as they were they worked. He forged for himself, got Rhodroth and himself countless pounds food, and went toe-to-giant with the dragon in combat. Eventually he started to notice things becoming clearer and more pronounced as if the world was giving him a perfect picture to work with. It was a sort of filter for the ugly that use to blemish it. And it was only after the filter was placed that he met the second angel of his life.
A accident during fishing left him looking after a infant. It was weird that she was the epicenter of egg shells but he didn't think much on it. She was adorable and a mess that he was tempted to leave behind but in the end, he scooped her up and brought her back to Rhodroth. The dragon showed little pity for her and told him to keep it out of his training, so to compromise the situation, Sable made a camp site for her and himself.
Begrudgingly and oddly-enough happily, he looked after her. For three years he cared for her but when thoughts of taking care of her started interfering with his training and indirectly, his true goal of finding Cringle, he had to do something. One day he overheard talk of a guild called Harpy's Wing and it sounded perfect for his little troublemaker. It was a great coincidence but it placed weight on his heart. He took a few days off of training to take her to the Guild's doorstep.
A knock on the wooden door, a demand for her to stay put, and a dash to leave her behind and he was back to his original goal. He would be a bold-faced liar to say he did not shed tears on home.
It took four years but at the age of seventeen, Sable had left the dragon and his past behind. With Fire Dragon Slayer Magic at his disposal, he took down Mages and DarkMages alike, looking for clues to find Cringle. Occasionally he would visit Harpy's Wing underneath the guise of a vagabond -cloak covering his features- to check up on Harpi but he never staid more than a few hours.
When he finally found Cringle, she was apart of a guild in Fiore called Vyper Bolt, a rather powerful guild that had molded her into a powerful mage woman. With Sable's new persona, a mischievous delinquent, he welcomed her. Though she was not as accepting. He earned a name for himself as he accomplished missions for the guild, eventually becoming something of a household name. Famous for taking on weaker guilds by himself and if ever partnered with Cringle: The Cold Witch, taking out whole armies, he had become a menace for the council.
Magic: Fire Dragon Slayer Magic & Telekinesis.
Other:
Themes
Emotional
Hard Fought
Enraged
Unconditional Madness
Bathing in Frail Truths
The Quiet Road
“A new dawn approaches. And it requires new eyes to see its brilliance.”
Name: Sable Rhodroth
Nickname: Wretched One, Dragon Slayer, Crimson One, Flayre Draconis. Reign the Ether, Wicked Summerking, Great Wanderer
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Guild: Vyper Bolt
Rank: Mage
Personality: Weirdly reckless and loud, Sable walks around towns, villages, roads, and even other guilds, as if he owns them. He has an obnoxious view of the world, where he sees everything as his. He claims he's just recovering his possessions when in actuality he's stealing what he want. Aside from this mental instabilities, its the ferocious persona and jaw-snapping pursuit of a animal that puts fear into his opponents. He's been whooped in battle plenty of times but each time, he's grievously injured his opponent(s) with sheer determination, whether that be mentally or physically. He has a stare that mimics the strength of his magic-father: Rhodroth the Land Burner.
While its possible that he has a shred of kindness in his heart, the hardships that he's been through has long since buried it. He has the strange quirk of becoming over-emotional at the slightest hints of a sad story or ending, another hint that he may have feelings deep inside. He also smells like charcoals and smoked lumber and despises the rain or cold weather even though their cold rarely bothers him. When out and about, he stays away from snakes, as he has an acute dislike for them. Oddly enough, can't stand "normal" transportation; it sends his guts into a whirlwind of knots.
History: The second child to horrible slavers, Sable was the witness of several international crimes and is considered an accomplice to over two-hundred counts of these accusations. At the age of nine, he killed his eldest brother in the spur of a moment, trying to save a small girl from a fatal beating. His family, being the ruthless savages that they were, was prepared to return the punishment in kind. A life for a life. It was his luck that a riot rupture out, the slaves had gotten out and not on accident. During the scuffle, Sable had gotten the key from his brother and tossed it to the girl. His parents weren't the wise type.
In the chaos of the riots, he watched his mother and father burned by the very people he freed. Both cheered and cursed in the same moment, Sable's mind was torn just a bit. Too afraid to be alone, he traveled with slaves for a few months, watching them as they dispersed and headed back in the direction of their own homes. When it was just him and the girl left, he decided to travel to Fiore where he would start anew. On the way there, he would lose the only thing that held his damaged mind together.
Cringle, the girl that he had grown attached to, was snatched from him by bandits on his way to Fiore.
They knocked him unconscious and though he looked for weeks, he could never find her. For months he made his home in the forest, determined to find Cringle but only finding a "large lizard". The Dragon looked upon him as a insect at first but upon witnessing his indomitable pride, he saw potential. He promised the strength to find Cringle if he was capable of learning from him.
During his time with the dragon, he was taught survival skills in the woods, though primitive as they were they worked. He forged for himself, got Rhodroth and himself countless pounds food, and went toe-to-giant with the dragon in combat. Eventually he started to notice things becoming clearer and more pronounced as if the world was giving him a perfect picture to work with. It was a sort of filter for the ugly that use to blemish it. And it was only after the filter was placed that he met the second angel of his life.
A accident during fishing left him looking after a infant. It was weird that she was the epicenter of egg shells but he didn't think much on it. She was adorable and a mess that he was tempted to leave behind but in the end, he scooped her up and brought her back to Rhodroth. The dragon showed little pity for her and told him to keep it out of his training, so to compromise the situation, Sable made a camp site for her and himself.
Begrudgingly and oddly-enough happily, he looked after her. For three years he cared for her but when thoughts of taking care of her started interfering with his training and indirectly, his true goal of finding Cringle, he had to do something. One day he overheard talk of a guild called Harpy's Wing and it sounded perfect for his little troublemaker. It was a great coincidence but it placed weight on his heart. He took a few days off of training to take her to the Guild's doorstep.
A knock on the wooden door, a demand for her to stay put, and a dash to leave her behind and he was back to his original goal. He would be a bold-faced liar to say he did not shed tears on home.
It took four years but at the age of seventeen, Sable had left the dragon and his past behind. With Fire Dragon Slayer Magic at his disposal, he took down Mages and DarkMages alike, looking for clues to find Cringle. Occasionally he would visit Harpy's Wing underneath the guise of a vagabond -cloak covering his features- to check up on Harpi but he never staid more than a few hours.
When he finally found Cringle, she was apart of a guild in Fiore called Vyper Bolt, a rather powerful guild that had molded her into a powerful mage woman. With Sable's new persona, a mischievous delinquent, he welcomed her. Though she was not as accepting. He earned a name for himself as he accomplished missions for the guild, eventually becoming something of a household name. Famous for taking on weaker guilds by himself and if ever partnered with Cringle: The Cold Witch, taking out whole armies, he had become a menace for the council.
Magic: Fire Dragon Slayer Magic & Telekinesis.
Other:
- He's recently stopped smoking.
- Wanted as an international criminal but under his birth name: Mikhail Summerking.
- Has a pet crow named: Mooky.
- Is a flirt.
- Has a very adaptable and fierce martial art. Overwhelming in destructive possibilities.
Themes
Emotional
Hard Fought
Enraged
Unconditional Madness
Bathing in Frail Truths
The Quiet Road