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₪ - S h i n i g a m i
₪ - Name
Alexander Blackstone Rozhiem
₪ - Division & Rank
Captain of Squad 8
₪ - Ideology
There are no absolutes. No one philosophy will always have the right answer.
₪ - History
50 years ago, he awoke, swords in hand, in a clearing filled with the signs of battle and covered in blood. He had no memory of who he was or how he got there. He lived as a wanderer for awhile, trying to find his past. But, one day, he met a man who changed his life. That man was then, the captain of squad 8.
Their meeting came about as what appeared to be mere coincidence. The captain was far in the outskirts of the ---, as Alex would find out later, shirking his duties. recklessly, Alex challenged him,
he became a mentor to Araris. After witnessing his power and seeing his potential, the captain convinced Arais to join squad eight. He did so, and he distinguished himself quickly as a fighter and a tactition and he rose through the ranks quickly. He became captain by the unusual means of Trial by Combat, in which he challanged the Captain to a dual. After several long and difficult battles, he prevailed by a hair. The now formor captain congratulated Araris and decided to retire, claiming he was getting too old. They parted as friends. Araris currently has opened a small pub that is run by him and his squad. They serve their own brewed sake.
Their meeting came about as what appeared to be mere coincidence. The captain was far in the outskirts of the ---, as Alex would find out later, shirking his duties. recklessly, Alex challenged him,
he became a mentor to Araris. After witnessing his power and seeing his potential, the captain convinced Arais to join squad eight. He did so, and he distinguished himself quickly as a fighter and a tactition and he rose through the ranks quickly. He became captain by the unusual means of Trial by Combat, in which he challanged the Captain to a dual. After several long and difficult battles, he prevailed by a hair. The now formor captain congratulated Araris and decided to retire, claiming he was getting too old. They parted as friends. Araris currently has opened a small pub that is run by him and his squad. They serve their own brewed sake.
₪ - Abilities
A natural swordsman and one of the best in the seireitei.
Very accomplished all around in kido, bakudo, and shunpo, though not a master of any of the three.
Studies the unusual discipline of taijutsu.
Very modern, knows his way around moral technology, even plays a guitar.(Though not very well)
Hilariously high tolerance for alcohol. (Don't try to drink him under the table.)
Very accomplished all around in kido, bakudo, and shunpo, though not a master of any of the three.
Studies the unusual discipline of taijutsu.
Very modern, knows his way around moral technology, even plays a guitar.(Though not very well)
Hilariously high tolerance for alcohol. (Don't try to drink him under the table.)
₪ - Z a n p a k u t o
₪ - Zanpakuto Spirit
Zanpakuto name: Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi
Spirit Appearance:
Amaterasu:
Personality: Hot tempered, passionate, loyal, opinionated and determined. Always up for a fight and loves combat.
Likes: Hot, sunny summer weather
Dislikes: Tsukuyomi
Tsukuyomi:
Personality: Cool, calm and rational. Perfers to think then act. Laid back and lazy. Stong sence of Honor. Pacifist.
Likes: Cool, peacful winter nights
Dislikes: Amateratsu
Spirit Appearance:
Amaterasu:
Personality: Hot tempered, passionate, loyal, opinionated and determined. Always up for a fight and loves combat.
Likes: Hot, sunny summer weather
Dislikes: Tsukuyomi
Tsukuyomi:
Personality: Cool, calm and rational. Perfers to think then act. Laid back and lazy. Stong sence of Honor. Pacifist.
Likes: Cool, peacful winter nights
Dislikes: Amateratsu
₪ - Inner World
The actual setting changes, usualy a place pulled from his memory, but always has a massive red moon that casts a red tint on everything.
₪ - Shikai
Release command: Dawn falls to night and night rises to dawn, as seasons change and tides flow. The queen sits on her firy throne, watching the king and her child dance. Shine, Amateratsu and Tsukyomi!
₪ - Bankai
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Username: Crimson Raven
"The name was my father's choice, however it is far too uptight for my liking."
Character Name: Marcus Alexander Solidor
Character Name: Marcus Alexander Solidor
"This what I am, no big secret here."
Race/Species: Half Elf
Race/Species: Half Elf
"Undoubtedly."
Gender: Male
Gender: Male
"If you live for long enough, your age becomes irrelevant."
Age: Exact age unknown, estimated to be more than a century
Age: Exact age unknown, estimated to be more than a century
"I am Archmage Solidor. Doubt me if you dare it!"
Career/Class: (Self-proclaimed)Archmage/Illusionist
Career/Class: (Self-proclaimed)Archmage/Illusionist
Weapons:
Physical Description:
Tall lean and pale-skinned with keen intelligent eyes, it is immediately obvious that he is possed of a scholarly disposition. His face is clean shaven and youngish, he looks to be in his mid-twenties, but something in his eyes reveal his true age to those who look.
His eye, with their gold-colored irises, his light gray hair and ears that taper to a slight points are indicators of his heritage as a half-elf.
For his day to day clothing, he dresses rather flamboyantly and richly, with quality cloth, gold embroidery and even small gemstones. His most iconic piece of clothing is a large mantle, trimmed in gold, solid black on the outside and rich purple on the inside. He wears it over a dark orange tunic that he wears open at the front to reveal a beige shirt with black designs. He also wears grey trousers tucked into a pair of black laced up riding boots. On his hands are a pair of long, shiny black gloves that reach up to his elbow. All of his clothing is fastidiously kept tidy and clean. Completing his ensemble are a pair of scholarly glasses on his face that can be magicaly affixed so as to not be knocked off.
Armor: The mantle that he wears is inscribed with layers of magic wards, making the unassuming cloth tougher then dwarven steel. It provides great protection against cutting, piercing, extreme heat and cold, and magic. It provides only moderate protection against kinetic energy so blunt force is the best way to injure him. The physical protection only extends as far as the cloth, but the magical protection extends from head to toe.
Equipment/Other:
Mental Description/Personality:
Marcus is a mysterious man with a cunning mind and a sly, scarcastic, dry wit. He acts friendly toward but he hides a cold, calculating, manipulative, personality behind that amiable mask. He is also an incurable flirt, quick with a compliment and flattery for the fairer sex. Wiether that is an act or a character characteristic of him is up for debate. He can be self-centered and egotistical, even worse, he often has a reason to be. Not much of a team player, he prefers to give orders rather then receive them.
Goals: To master magic and gain immortality. He is a wizard to the core, always pursuing knowlage, especially of magic, no matter how forbidden it might be. He wants to learn of its origin, and to achieve mastery over it. To do this, he realize that it will take a long time and when he dies, his knowledge will die with him, so he seeks eternal life.
Background/History:
- Folly: A large sabre that hangs in a sheath at his side, the blade is a deep black, and the hilt is inlaid with gold. The pommel looks like a cresent moon grasping a round red jewel between it's points. It is a high quality, well-forged blade, and it channels magic very well.
- Magic: Marcus is an powerful and experienced Mage. He knows a wide variety of spells, from calling fire to making objects stick together. But his true talent lies in Illusionary magic. He is able to cast powerful illusions that can fool nearly every sense; sight, sound, taste, smell, and even touch. However, the illusions have no inherent substance so they cannot directly cause harm.
- A pair of boot knives
- A plain silver ring, worn on his right hand, enchanted to hold back a little kinetic energy every time it moves. Marcus can mentally trigger it, firing all the kinetic energy it has stored in a single blast. At full charge it could knock a full-grown cow over.
Physical Description:
Tall lean and pale-skinned with keen intelligent eyes, it is immediately obvious that he is possed of a scholarly disposition. His face is clean shaven and youngish, he looks to be in his mid-twenties, but something in his eyes reveal his true age to those who look.
His eye, with their gold-colored irises, his light gray hair and ears that taper to a slight points are indicators of his heritage as a half-elf.
For his day to day clothing, he dresses rather flamboyantly and richly, with quality cloth, gold embroidery and even small gemstones. His most iconic piece of clothing is a large mantle, trimmed in gold, solid black on the outside and rich purple on the inside. He wears it over a dark orange tunic that he wears open at the front to reveal a beige shirt with black designs. He also wears grey trousers tucked into a pair of black laced up riding boots. On his hands are a pair of long, shiny black gloves that reach up to his elbow. All of his clothing is fastidiously kept tidy and clean. Completing his ensemble are a pair of scholarly glasses on his face that can be magicaly affixed so as to not be knocked off.
Armor: The mantle that he wears is inscribed with layers of magic wards, making the unassuming cloth tougher then dwarven steel. It provides great protection against cutting, piercing, extreme heat and cold, and magic. It provides only moderate protection against kinetic energy so blunt force is the best way to injure him. The physical protection only extends as far as the cloth, but the magical protection extends from head to toe.
Equipment/Other:
- Money/Supplies for traveling (food, tent, water, ect)
- A collection of tomes on various subjects, from magic to cooking
- Lockpocks, just incase the knowledge he seeks is in the hands of people who are not the sharing type.
- Glasses case, with a spare pair of glasses inside.
- Notepad and a travel set of quills and ink.
- Varied articles that may or may not be magical (he is stil trying to find out) including a perfectly spherical smooth wood ball, a small, plain-seeming rock that casts an eerily twisted shadow, and some kind of thing that he was given a long time ago and has been trying to get rid of since. No matter what he does with it, he always finds it again. What it is is unclear, when you look at it you can't quite make it out, and when you look away you forget what it looks like.
- A "puzzle box" given to him by a dwarf he once did a favor for. It supposedly has something interesting inside, if anyone can open it. It is a perfect cube made out of wood with eye-twistingly intricatly carved pieces.
Mental Description/Personality:
Marcus is a mysterious man with a cunning mind and a sly, scarcastic, dry wit. He acts friendly toward but he hides a cold, calculating, manipulative, personality behind that amiable mask. He is also an incurable flirt, quick with a compliment and flattery for the fairer sex. Wiether that is an act or a character characteristic of him is up for debate. He can be self-centered and egotistical, even worse, he often has a reason to be. Not much of a team player, he prefers to give orders rather then receive them.
Goals: To master magic and gain immortality. He is a wizard to the core, always pursuing knowlage, especially of magic, no matter how forbidden it might be. He wants to learn of its origin, and to achieve mastery over it. To do this, he realize that it will take a long time and when he dies, his knowledge will die with him, so he seeks eternal life.
Background/History:
Marcus's father was part of a traveling troupe. He was, ironically, a stage magician, who incorporated a touch of real magic to his tricks. The troupe was small, but well known, especially for going to out-of-the way places to perform. Thus one of their excursions brought them to the Kingdom of Leth'Arian and the Siver Elves that lived there. With some difficulty, the troupe leader convinced the elves to allow them passage to the island. There, they had a pleasant time, entertaining and laughing, and there, throught some extremely unlikely circumstances, Marcus's father met a beautiful, mysterious elvin woman. They enjoyed each other's company, so they kept meeting each other and spend longer and longer amounts of time together. When the trope bid goodbye to the city, they had one extra member. Unknowist to them, soon after they left, there was a massive outcry in the city. One of the younger elvin princesses had disappeared.
The troupe made it to the mainland without incident, but they were stopped by elvin soldiers a few days out for questioning. They searched the troupe, but couldn't find her, because she had disguised herself with magic. And the troupe was allowed to go.
Marcus's father and elvin woman predictably fell in love. They were never formaly married, but they came together anyway. For a year, they were happy and she was soon pregnant. However, the childbirth was compicated, and did not go well. She died giving birth to Marcus. After that, his father was never the same. He grew depressed, strove to drown his grief in drink. He never was a proper father to Marcus. Eventually his performances suffered so badly, that they were kicked from the troupe since he no longer made money, he was no longer worth anyting to them. Marcus's father slowly grew worse and worse, and one day, he just disappeared. Gone without a trace, leaving a young Marcus as an orphan on the streets of the dump of a random city.
Fortunately, Marcus is the resourceful type, he had received rudimentary magic traing from his father, and at this time, his talent began to blossom and grow. He scraped together a harsh living, doing odd jobs, and more then once resorting to theft. His magic aided him in this, but it also drew the attention of a conclave of wizards who had their base in that city. The found him, took him in, and gave him to their order to train him. It was there his hunger for knowledge awakened. He was a keen student, absorbing and comprehending their teaching at an alarmingly fast rate. Some of them feared his growth, while others encouraged it. His meteoric rise was halted suddenly by a certain incident. The details are unknown, but the result was Marcus's immediate and perminate expulsion.
Unperturbed, Marcus still hungered for knowlage, so he traveled the land researching magic. It was his passion and obsession. For the better part of a century, he wandered the land, learning and growing in skill with magic. He built himself something of a reputation, and people startd calling him the 'Sorcerer in Glasses' and he is wanted in several lands for stealing secret tomes of magic. Hearing rumors of powerful magic being found in the North, he traveled there seeking ever more knowledge.
The troupe made it to the mainland without incident, but they were stopped by elvin soldiers a few days out for questioning. They searched the troupe, but couldn't find her, because she had disguised herself with magic. And the troupe was allowed to go.
Marcus's father and elvin woman predictably fell in love. They were never formaly married, but they came together anyway. For a year, they were happy and she was soon pregnant. However, the childbirth was compicated, and did not go well. She died giving birth to Marcus. After that, his father was never the same. He grew depressed, strove to drown his grief in drink. He never was a proper father to Marcus. Eventually his performances suffered so badly, that they were kicked from the troupe since he no longer made money, he was no longer worth anyting to them. Marcus's father slowly grew worse and worse, and one day, he just disappeared. Gone without a trace, leaving a young Marcus as an orphan on the streets of the dump of a random city.
Fortunately, Marcus is the resourceful type, he had received rudimentary magic traing from his father, and at this time, his talent began to blossom and grow. He scraped together a harsh living, doing odd jobs, and more then once resorting to theft. His magic aided him in this, but it also drew the attention of a conclave of wizards who had their base in that city. The found him, took him in, and gave him to their order to train him. It was there his hunger for knowledge awakened. He was a keen student, absorbing and comprehending their teaching at an alarmingly fast rate. Some of them feared his growth, while others encouraged it. His meteoric rise was halted suddenly by a certain incident. The details are unknown, but the result was Marcus's immediate and perminate expulsion.
Unperturbed, Marcus still hungered for knowlage, so he traveled the land researching magic. It was his passion and obsession. For the better part of a century, he wandered the land, learning and growing in skill with magic. He built himself something of a reputation, and people startd calling him the 'Sorcerer in Glasses' and he is wanted in several lands for stealing secret tomes of magic. Hearing rumors of powerful magic being found in the North, he traveled there seeking ever more knowledge.
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Song Knight
"I am Alexander, first imperial prince of Bach, and true successor to the throne."
Name: Alexander (last name?)
Title: The Imperial Knight
Age: 19
Grade: 4th
Academy: Imperial Song Knights' Academy of Cadenza.
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 250 lbs
Appearance: Fine-featured, and hansome, he lookes very much the part of a noble prince. Humorously, however, he is sometimes mistaken for a she.
Personality: A kind, but seemingly distant person. He shows little emotion, and is the quiet type. He is an efficient, and hardworking person, the first to get to work, and the last to finish. He is very passionate, but he does not diplay it, which gives the impression that he is cold, apathetic, and unfriendly. In reality, he is an amiable, kind-hearted person. He believes strongly in chivlary, justice and honor, ideals like the strong are to protect the weak, and the end does not justify the means. That said, he can get over his sence of honor if there are more importaint things at stake.
His station means nothing to him, he treats everyone like an equal, especially on the battlefield. He is level-headed, and practical, and is often the voice of reason. Strong willed and stubborn, he doen't backdown, and he never gives up. He has a sence of humor, but it is so, quiet, subtle and dry, many miss it.
History: (W.I.P)
Instrument and Weapons:
Shardblade: His sword, powerful relic from the ancient past, it is said that the Shardblade severs the soul itself, without harming flesh, the only indication of death being that the victim's eyes burned. Any part of the body that is cut dies instantly. If the Blade touched a man's spine, he dies,eyes burning. If it cuts through the core of a limb, it will "kill" that limb, rendering that limb permanently limp, numb, and useless. A severed Shardblade limb needs repair to the soul before it would function again. However, with time and effort, magic can heal anything severed by the Shardblade. The Shardblade does not sever living things, however, once dead, flesh can be cut just like any other object. Also, parts of a living body that are made of non-living tissue such as hair, and fingernails are cut normally.
Instrument: An 8-stringed Lyre
Magic: Holy and Dark Magic (standered RPG fare)
Other:
Is particularly found of animals, especially small, furry ones.
Spirit
"I detest humans but that one is...special. Hehehe....
Name: Kiraveil
Title: Seal Guardian
Gender: Male
Element: Light x Dark
Rank: A
Height: 7'0"
Weight: 440 lbs
Alignemnt: Chaotic Neutral
Personality: Kiraveil is a smug, prideful spirit, with an overly high opinion of himself. He doesn't take orders well, and hates the idea of being bound. To him, humans are a curiosity, and he understands very little about them. He doesn't care to try to learn more, though. He usualy is cruel, and merciless, he doesn't care about anything other himself. There is some type of mutual understanding between himself, and Alexander, so he recognizes Alexander as his master, he sort of sumbits to him, although he resists him in the small things, and tries to find loopholes in his orders.
Powers:
Kiraveil's powers revolve around sealing and unsealing. He can seal things for a short time, the effectiveness of it depends on the strength of the attribute, the stonger the attribute is, the less effective the seal. Unsealing brings out the full potental of an attribute, often increasing it tenfold, however this is also temporary, and using it on a person's body is dangerous. Using it on himself is not. He can fluidly change between sealing and unsealing, which can be very useful. He can only have two targets sealed and two targets unsealed at any time. But he can put a "pre-emptive seal" that acts as a "bookmark" for his power.
While powerful, Kiraveil is an extremely demanding spirit that requires a lot of power to manifest, and stay that way.
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Valiant Ark, Lord of Courage, The Conqueror
"Glory is meeting your enemy's eyes and watching the hope drain away with their life."
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"Dealing with the living is a pain. Dealing with Children will be the death of me."
Eyra The Seer:
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Kinon The Fool:
"I like him. He has a way of bringing out emotions in me, laughter at his jokes, or frustration at his tricks. I've been on the receving end of those... Of his motive or Goals, I know not, nor do I care, but one thing stands out to me: He is no Fool..."
O-Dan/Wu The Grandmaster/Spirit of the Mountain:
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Therelon, Keeper of Knowledge:
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Tarthus:
Chinasa the Pallid/The Pastel Lord/The Horror of Beyza:
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Azoth, The Kindly Man:
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Aylin the Huntress/Aylin the Watcher/Aylin of the Moon:
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Kozz the Forgemaster:
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Ash the Changing/The God of Many Faces/The God of Many Names:
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Nod, the Great Beast/The Relentless Storm/The Unfettered:
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Eyra The Seer:
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Kinon The Fool:
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O-Dan/Wu The Grandmaster/Spirit of the Mountain:
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Therelon, Keeper of Knowledge:
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Tarthus:
Chinasa the Pallid/The Pastel Lord/The Horror of Beyza:
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Azoth, The Kindly Man:
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Aylin the Huntress/Aylin the Watcher/Aylin of the Moon:
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Kozz the Forgemaster:
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Ash the Changing/The God of Many Faces/The God of Many Names:
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Nod, the Great Beast/The Relentless Storm/The Unfettered:
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Name:
Description: Physical and psychological. At least two paragraphs please.
Powers: What makes your Child supernatural? It doesn't have to be as flashy as throwing fireballs, it could be as simple as a giant minotaur being very strong, or a warrior knowing neither fear nor pain. Remember that you won't be at full strength, your power being inversely proportional to the number of humans alive.
Original tribe: Every Child had their own, thematically aligned tribe in antiquity. Write a short paragraph describing their traditions, exploits, relationship with your child, and/or ultimate fate.
Faction: In the Age of Dawn, which side did your character fight on, the Angels or the Demons? It essentially affects whether they were defeated and locked away, in the case of a demon, or betrayed and magically confined to the Pit, as for the Angels. Keep in mind, morality is variable across both sides; Children had all sorts of selfish reasons to chose one side or the other. Also, your character's morality might have changed over the millenia, a demon seeking redemption or an angel becoming evil.
Anecdotes: If your character had interesting adventures in the Dawn, or if you feel as if there's something about it's past you need to share, put it here. You should indicate which side your Child fought on in the war between the Angels and the Demons. You're not locked into those views either; a former Angel could have turned against humanity after being locked away, while a Demon could be repentful and seek redemption.
Opinions: As other people submit characters, fill this section with what your character thinks of theirs- are they friends, foes, or indifferent? I highly recommend getting into contact with the other players and fleshing out historical interactions between them.
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"You seem like the decent sort, perhaps we'll get along..."
"Call me Whirlwind. ...but that's just a nickname."
Name: Whirlwind
"Hey, I'm not that old, you know."
Age: 35
Height: 6'4"
"Haha, I am who I am, I guess."
Personality:
Whirlwind is a laid-back, and well mannered man. He treats other well, and respectfully, yet is not intimidated by titles or social standing. He wears an almost ever-present smile, and it comes with unfailing good humor. But, beneath the good-natured exterior, lies a calculating, driven mind. He won't hesitate to do whatever he needs to to accomplish his goals.
"My past? Nothing special, really. Everyone has run into heartache and pain. That is part of living. Its how we grow and learn, and its what makes us appreciate what we have."
Brief History:
Whirlwind was born to a then powerful, wealthy, and influential family of mages, under the name Marcus Alexander Solidor. He was the eldest of many siblings, his father remarried three times, each wife died of various causes. Growing up...his life was surprisingly normal. Aside from the magic. He went to school, made mistakes, had a few crushes, ect.
His nickname "Whirlwind" is both a misnomer, and perfectly accurate. When he was a kid, he would love to run everywhere, and he would often make a mess doing so, causing his father to declare that he would come through like a tornado. As he grew up, he became much more mild, and laidback, making the name ironic, and something of a joke.
It was in his teens that everything fell apart. For several years, the once great House Solidor had slid into decline. They were nearly bankrupt, their allies had abandoned them, and they were out of options. Over during this time, Whirlwind's father had gone deeper and deeper into his research, soon becoming obsessed. He began to rave about "the answer", and mutter dark things to himself. He was convinced that their loss in fortune was the god's doing, and that they were using other mage clans as tools. He started delving into forbidden research, breaking nearly every rule set in place by mages, lusting after power. To that end, he started sacrificing his children in black rituals, and even forced Whirlwind to consume a Yggdrasil seed.
Eventually, Whirlwind couldn't take it anymore, and he used certain contacts to inform the mage's autorities what his father was up to. His father found out, and confrontated him, they argues, and his father tried to kill him. Hurt, and afraid, Whirlwind flead, discarding his name and his ties.
His father was soon catured, and executed. The name of House Solidor was blighted forever.
Since then, Whirlwind became an independent, making work where and how he can. Since them, he has done well for himself, in magical rearch and financially. As the time for Ragnarok came around, Whirlwind devised a plan. Ober several years, he built up the ruins of house Solidor, and entered Ragnarok, representing House Solidor.
His objective remain a mystery...
Magic:
In certain circles, Whirlwind is know by another epitet. Runemaster. Indeed, he has achieved great proficiency with runes, over a lifetime of practice. He is able to carve and activate many kinds of powerful runes.
The main way he eploys them is on small, square tiles, like Scrabble pieces, he keeps. The tiles are of widely diffent materials and each have a magic Rune carved on them. Their effects very greatly, from blasts of fire, to opening locks ,to healing. A simple force of will from Whirlwind is enough to active one, but they have one use only. After that, the tile shatters, and is rendered useless. Given time, he can make more.
Yggdrasil Seed:
Will of Creation: The seed's power allow Whirlwind to create solid constructs out of mana. What he creates is limited only by his imagination, and mana They can be animate, having a limited intelligence and able to follow simple commands, or inanimate. However, there are a few rules, the more mass of a construct, the more mana and time it will take to make. Similarly, the more complex it is, the more mana and time it will take to create it. The constructs he makes are temporary, lasting about an hour or two, he can extend this by infusing it with more mana Until they expire, the constructs have the normal properties of whatever they are made out of, and can be broken or shattered like normal. Animate constructs fuction similarly to living things, hit something vital, or do enough damage, and it will die.
"I want to create a ideal world, a world where our children, and grandchildren can live in peace, and prosperity. A world where tears are not shead, and people need not die.
At least, that was what I wished.
I know now that such a world is an impossibility. Time has seen to teaching me that lesson, over and over again.
But even so, I will, with my own two hands, create a better world. Even if perfection is a dream, improvement is not.
While that is my ultimate goal, it is not my current one.
To know the proper course, one must have the proper knowledge and most importantly of all, time..."
Other:
He runs on coffee.
His hobbies include running and playing guitar.
He carries a handgun on him, because who expects a mage to carry around a gun?!
He has trained in self-defence martal arts from a young age.
He recently has had training in marksmanship, and swordsmanship.
Unlike most mages, he embraces modern technology.
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“Hey, I'm just along for the ride.”
"Call me Alex. 'Marcus' is just too uptight for my liking."
Name: Marcus Alexander Solidor
"I deserve this name..."
Aliases: Whirlwind, Lunatic Pyker
"Put 'overwhelmingly'."
Gender: Male
"Old enough to know better, young enough not to care."
Age: 21
"I'm not sure if fugitive is a job, but it certaintly is a full-time occupation, amIright?"
Job Title: Fugitive
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 165 lbs
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Pale Blue
Skin Color: Tan
Scars:
Tattoos:
Modifications:
Cybernetics:
Other:
Weight: 165 lbs
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Pale Blue
Skin Color: Tan
Scars:
- Surgical Scars from Experimentation
- Several all over from various accidents like falls from buildings, crashing into walls, getting shot, and once from being mauled by a dog.
Tattoos:
- N/A
Modifications:
- N/A
Cybernetics:
- N/A
Other:
- Loves Coffee
- Knows how to play a guitar, and is moderately good at it
- Fond of any kind of music.
- Has a hard time remembering names, so he gives out nicknames, usually insulting ones.
He is always wearing his gold vest, and a pair of googles around his neck. Other clothing is whatever he can beg, borrow, or steal.
His shards are few in number, he has one big one on the right side of his face, two on his back, and one on his forearm.
His shards are few in number, he has one big one on the right side of his face, two on his back, and one on his forearm.
Alexander is currently on the run from the government for being a Pyker. Not much to say, except the only reason he has lasted so long, is that having a precious Psyker on the loose is such a massive potential embarresment, they are taking great pains to not let the information go public.
Alexander was born to a rapidly rising middle-class family. His father was a very sucessful entrepreneur, he single handedly brought them from living in the slums of the Core to living in moderate comfort in Aetherdale. His mother worked odd jobs, but mainly his father supported them. Alex went to school and had a very normal life growing up.
When Alex was old enough, he became a police officer. The pay was crap, but he joined because he enjoyed helping people. He also had a nack for the foresic science which helped. However, he didn't fit in with most of the other officers. They were rich and spoiled kids from the uppercust of society. Alex frequently mouthed off to them, and to his superiors, which did not endear him to them.
Life was pretty good, until his father's business prospects earned the wrath of one of the wealthier businessmen. The detals are unimportaint, but his father's business was an obstacle to one of this man's businesses. At first, he tried to get Alex's father to sell out. When he refused, the man resorted to more violent methods, he sabotaged his business, he bought off most of the workers, and beat the ones that refused. He pulled strings, and had Alex's mother fired from her job, and had Alex kicked from the police force. In the span of a month, they were financially ruined. His father met with the man, and tried to reason with him, but on his way back, he died in a car wreck. An "accident" of course.
With debts looming, and no way to support themselves, they were force to move back to the core. They were hardly there for a week, when Alex's mother fell ill. Desperate for work to pay for her illness, Alex got hired as a core miner, along with several small jobs on the side.
Sadly, the small amount of income he made barely scrached the debts they owed, and dispite what medical treatment she got, his mother died of the sickness.
Alexander was all alone now, he had more debt then he could pay in a lifetime, and no chance of ever making anything of himself. Still, he smiled, and got out of bed, everyday.
However, fate still had plans for him.
He had been working as a core miner for almost a year before he started showing signs of core sickness. He was almost immediately snached up, his death faked, and stolen away to top-secret research labs. There he was tested, and examined. They found that he was remarkably resistant to the deterioration that came with the core sickness, they predicted that he could live for a good thirty or forty more years, with treatment.
However that was not to be.
Seeing his power, and resistance, he was selected for weaponization. He had no choice in the matter, but if he had, he would have volunteered for it anyway. He underwent numerous treatments, experimentations, and intense forced physical and mental training. In short, he became a Pysker.
In short order, he was consided of their best, obeying orders like an obediant dog, all while plotting his escape. He spent two years planning, and when he saw his chance, he took it.
What he did, or how he did it is something of a mystery, but he did the impossible. He escaped, and now he is living in the core like a hunted animal.
When Alex was old enough, he became a police officer. The pay was crap, but he joined because he enjoyed helping people. He also had a nack for the foresic science which helped. However, he didn't fit in with most of the other officers. They were rich and spoiled kids from the uppercust of society. Alex frequently mouthed off to them, and to his superiors, which did not endear him to them.
Life was pretty good, until his father's business prospects earned the wrath of one of the wealthier businessmen. The detals are unimportaint, but his father's business was an obstacle to one of this man's businesses. At first, he tried to get Alex's father to sell out. When he refused, the man resorted to more violent methods, he sabotaged his business, he bought off most of the workers, and beat the ones that refused. He pulled strings, and had Alex's mother fired from her job, and had Alex kicked from the police force. In the span of a month, they were financially ruined. His father met with the man, and tried to reason with him, but on his way back, he died in a car wreck. An "accident" of course.
With debts looming, and no way to support themselves, they were force to move back to the core. They were hardly there for a week, when Alex's mother fell ill. Desperate for work to pay for her illness, Alex got hired as a core miner, along with several small jobs on the side.
Sadly, the small amount of income he made barely scrached the debts they owed, and dispite what medical treatment she got, his mother died of the sickness.
Alexander was all alone now, he had more debt then he could pay in a lifetime, and no chance of ever making anything of himself. Still, he smiled, and got out of bed, everyday.
However, fate still had plans for him.
He had been working as a core miner for almost a year before he started showing signs of core sickness. He was almost immediately snached up, his death faked, and stolen away to top-secret research labs. There he was tested, and examined. They found that he was remarkably resistant to the deterioration that came with the core sickness, they predicted that he could live for a good thirty or forty more years, with treatment.
However that was not to be.
Seeing his power, and resistance, he was selected for weaponization. He had no choice in the matter, but if he had, he would have volunteered for it anyway. He underwent numerous treatments, experimentations, and intense forced physical and mental training. In short, he became a Pysker.
In short order, he was consided of their best, obeying orders like an obediant dog, all while plotting his escape. He spent two years planning, and when he saw his chance, he took it.
What he did, or how he did it is something of a mystery, but he did the impossible. He escaped, and now he is living in the core like a hunted animal.
Weapons:
Armor:
Gadgets:
Key Items:
Miscellaneous:
Literal fluff, in his pocket.
- Mk XI: A powerful rifle that runs off of his powers, and who's firepower can rival or exceed even gauss weaponry. Its big, and conspicuous, however so toating it around when one wants to stay hidden is difficult. It certainly falls under the category of Illicit
Armor:
- N/A
Gadgets:
- Goggles
- Multitool
- Gas mask
- A radio
Key Items:
Miscellaneous:
Literal fluff, in his pocket.
Manifested Phenomena:
- Gravity Manipulation
- Telekinetic pushes, and pulls
- Increased/Decreased weight
Proficiencies:
- Gingerbread Man- Very hard to catch, and very good at not getting caught. Powers aside, he is agile, fleet of foot, and slick as an eel.
- Elementary, Watson- He has a naturally keen and curious mind. (It often gets him into trouble, but thats another thing.)
- 🎶Last known survivor🎶- He will do whatever it takes to survive, no matter how humiliating, or amoral.
- Sticky Fingers- He has had to steal to survive, and so he is a sucessful thief.
- To be or not to be. How know, brown cow?- He is an actor, with a flair for the dramatic, a ham, as it is called.
- Deadpan Snarker- Armed with nothing but his wits, and a wisecrack or two, he will take on the world.
Limitations:
- Renagade- He is on the run so he has to maintain a low profile.
- 🎶He's just a poor boy...🎶 He owns nothing but the clothes on his back, and what he carries with him.
- Curiosity has killed...- He is curious, and meddlesome, where he goes, trouble is not far ahead.
- Lone Ranger- He tends to act first, and plan later. He will dive head and heels first into danger, with a grin on his face and not a care in the world.
- Loose Cannon- He does not have full control over his powers yet, sometimes he uses them on accident, sometimes he can't use them when he wants to.
- Incurable Flirt- Dispite that most see Pyskers as abominations, he will still flit with almost anyone of the opposite sex.
Likes:
- Coffee
- Music
- Freedom
Dislikes:
- Cages
- Assholes
- Authority
Important People:
- Dead, all dead.
He had an interting, possible romantic reltionship with his handler that may or may not have been how he escaped.
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Name:
Ferris Gray Solidor
Age:
20
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
Weapon:
Damocles
Equal parts gun and sabre, able to smoothly transform into one or the other. As weapons go, this one is pretty simple, but its simplicity belays its deadly efficiency. The semi-automatic handgun packs powerful, high caliber rounds, and the blade is razor sharp. His favorite type of ammunition are hollow-point tracer rounds. As with all weapons, Ultimatum is Dust ammunition compatible.
Gauntlet(Pictured above):
Ferris's prosthetic left arm and his main weapon of choice. Made from a durable, highly-heat resistant metal, the "fingers" taper to a very sharp point, effectively functioning as a claw. Set into the palm and through the wrist is a massive and powerful shotgun so large it could called a cannon. It has a huge amount of recoil, enough to knock Ferris off his feet. Made to put down your average oversized, armored and charging Grimm. Dust can be loaded directly into his Gauntlet, allowing him to charge it or his Semblance with various effects. With his Semblance, though, he has to physically touch the metal for it to have an effect.
Also worth noting is his left leg, which is also prosthetic. He keeps lightweight so it does not hinder his speed, and as such, it is void of weapons except for a gun set into the heel.
Specialty: Midrange
With his semblance and weapons, he can effectively fight from any part of the battlefield, at almost any distance, except for extremely long range. He is a fast and nimble fighter that sacrifices defense for speed. He prefers to fight from a safe distence, gathering information on his opponent's capabilities, finding their weaknesses or waiting for an opening before moving up close and personal. His hand-to-hand fighting style is a juxtaposition of graceful, fluid slashes with his sword punctuated by brutal, crushing blows with his Gauntlet.Semblance:
Metallurgy:
Ferris's semblance is quite complicated at first glance, but it primarily deals with two simple forces: Push and Pull.
When activated, his semblance allows him to telekinetically exert either a Push or a Pull on most anything made of metal, including alloys, similar to a magnetic force. Most metals can be affected, however, for some reason, certain metals, like aluminum and its alloys cannot be manipulated. Normal laws of physics (Force = Mass * Acceleration, Momentum = Mass * Velocity, and the conservation of momentum -- for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction) still apply here, so if he pushes or pulls against a more massive object, then him, he will be moved. Or if he pushes (or pulls) against an object much less massive then him, the object is moved. If he and the object are similar in mass, both will move relative to their respective masses.
A secondary aspect of his semblance, is when active, transparent blue lines appear. The lines are visible only to him, and serve a very important purpose. They connect to his center of gravity and lead to sources of metal in his vicinity, allowing him to "see" metal that is not immediately visible. The thickness and transparency of the lines indicate the distance and mass of the metal, respectively.
While powerful, his semblance does come with a multitude of drawbacks and risks. One of the more obvious ones is that if there is no metal in the vicinity, his semblance is completely useless. Another would be accidentally injuring himself by pushing himself into something, pulling something at himself with too much force, crushing himself by Pushing or Pulling on so, something too heavy. He has to be very careful when using his semblance lest he hurt himself, or even others around him. The direction he can Push or Pull can only be outward or inward from his center of gravity. Very importantly, he cannot manipulate metals in direct or indirect contact with another's awakened aura. No idea why, just another quirk of his semblance.
Personality:
Ferris is charming and dashing, yet cunning and cynical. He comes across as cocky and self-centered, but he usually put others first. He also tends to be theatrical, acting melodramatic for his entertainment and others. When he is not being a large Ham, He carries himself with a refined, gentlemanly manner. But when provoked, he has sharp tongue, and an even sharper wit. However, he will walk away from a fight if he can. He likes to meet people, and he is generally friendly, but he emotionally keeps people at arms length, never letting them get too close. He is not much of a team player, he would rather give orders then receive them.
Color:
Argent
Emblem:
A series of separate silver geometric patterns in a cross shape that resembles a sword pointed downward.
Appearance:
Ferris is a very tall, lean man, with short, semi neat, black hair that slightly covers one of his piercing yellow eyes. Several old scars ranging from small to large mar his face and body, especially around his left shoulder and leg. His left arm and leg are replaced by prosthetics. His left arm is long and shiny silver in color, it looks to be made of interlocking metal plates that function as protective and decerative armor. He keeps it covered by his coat, and on the sleeve over it is stylized black metallic pattern. His leg is much more natural in a appearance, being normal sized and shaped.
He is almost a always seen wearing a white and black coat with metallic buttons and black belts wrapped around it with a hood lined with grey fur. Under the coat, he wears a white and black sleeveless shirt without trims. On his right hand he wears a white glove with his emblem on the back. He wears black pants with metallic patterns on the belt and a white metallic pattern by his knees. On his feet he wears black armored shoes with white-grey fur.
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