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World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

@Savo

True, I'm sure his conversation with Margot will also be interesting.

I don't have much to say for the similar abilities, I'll scrap Warrior's Wrath. Anything else to cover before I put him into the Char tab?

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

I've noticed at least two other characters with knightly armor. I'm especially interested in how a conversation would play out between Fafnir and Vikkar

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

The Dragon Knight

⦋ N/A || N/A || Male ⦌

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

APPEARANCE

Fafnir is a surviving mythological being. In his original form, the dragon stands (on four legs) at 16 feet in height, 34 feet long, and a wingspan of 28 feet. The beast has two bull like horns and a third blade-like horn on the snout, as well as sharp spines that run down his back and below his jaw. Black plated scales armor his body along with the somewhat softer crimson scales of his underbelly. His eyes are crocodilian in nature, and are a piercing yellow. Black jagged teeth run the maw of the saurian-shaped head, with a forked tongue slithering within his mouth. A sail-like frill runs along his back between the sharp spines and can extend or recede in a display, tallest near the top of long snake-like neck. Long bat-like wings act as a third pair of limbs, all 3 pairs bear sharp 3-fingered claws.

In his usual, sealed form however, he is a massive 6'11" beige-skinned human with typical Aryan facial features and a muscular build. However he still retains some leaks of his inhuman nature in the form of his reptilian, glowing snake-like eyes, a pair of wings and a large, lumbering tail of black and red keeled scales and a barbed tip.

His armor is fully plated iron, from head to foot, that fully conceals him. The only parts of him not concealed are his wings and his tail. The armor has various runes carved into it to attune with his Ki, as well as his large 6'0 lance he wields as a weapon, and a massive plated shield.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

Wise
Observant
Prideful
Honorable
Silent thinker
Loner
Vengeful
Not-very-Tech-Savy(As well as just being not too familiar with most products of modern culture in general.)
Stuck in the past, old way mentality.
Long fuse( but should that fuse be lit it can provoke him into a much more animalistic or feral nature.)

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

Fafnir was once a great dragon of malice, fueled by a thirst for utter destruction and power. As if by instinct his feral nature laid ruin to villages and kingdoms of old. Typical of a primordial creature, his natural prowess of Ki and the magical properties of his biology were to be expected and feared amongst the mortals he terrorized. Yet one brave and mighty knight of one, now lost, kingdom had finally defeated him and ended his centuries of terror. The knight named Joseph Sigurd had not only humbled the monster in his defeat, but his code of honor and mercy towards the beast, an unusual gesture of kindness towards a monster that had previously bore no sympathy, inspired Fafnir hence fourth. The beast followed the knight's example, served the same kingdom with up most loyalty, and began to become intrigued and respectful of the martial prowess of the mortals once trained to slay him. Eventually, he abandoned his form through arcane rites, and convinced a then retired Sir Sigurd to teach him his martial power. When Sigurd inevitable fell to the mortal fate of all humans, the immortal dragon carried on his mentor's legacy. Taking his enchanted armaments, lance, armor, and shield, and even his surname, he continued to serve the kingdom and passed down his ways to the knights and soldiers of that realm, and the wandering warriors that sought his teachings. However his most proud hobby was seeking worthy opponents for the sport of combat. Whether it be a monster, a warrior, or something otherwordly; ever since his battle with Gawain Fafnir has acquired the taste of honorable combat. Always seeking the next opponent that could replicate the same feelings he felt in that original battle, never truly satisfied, but eager to continue. The teachings of Sigurd never left him, both in skill and in morality. As an eternal respect for his long deceased master, the knight retains the ideologies of the honorable and chivalrous knight his mentor once was.

But all things must come to an end. The kingdom he once served inevitably became lost to time, the ruins of its once proud structures sunken beneath water and dirt. With little purpose left, the ancient being sunk into a depression, and slumbered for the centuries to come. One day, amidst his ancient slumber, he had a dream. A dream of his master, a dream of promise. Dreams that filled the forgotten soldier with hope. He longed for that thrill of battle that was lost to him. Such motivation stirred him from his slumber, and the primordial knight rose from the dirt and sea to witness the new world. So much had changed, there was so much to learn. But more importantly, there were fighters to find, warriors to challenge. Though he may had lost his master and his kingdom, he still had one purpose left in life, and that was the thrill of battle.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

FIGHTING STYLE

With the exception of being somewhat more nimble Fafnir is not as strong, nor as in tune with his ki in this false image, however he makes up for that weakness with the vast amount of generations he spent honing a finesse with weaponry. His primary tactics use a mixture of Ki power and his trusty lance, one that served him throughout generations.
In unarmed combat he lacks the finesse he wields with his lance, and thus his kicks and punches, though powerful, are slow and crude. Such attacks lack the proper speed or efficiency those more experienced with hand-to-hand combat possess. His 'style' in which case usually involves excessive use of using his weight and size to body slam, elbow, or grapple enemies with his crushing strength and weight. He also utilizes his tail to whip or even stab at his foes as a spear if he feels such strategies are warranted.

He is no stranger to pain and is more then willing to take injuries so long as it means he can strike back. While winning is fine, he is more focused on the thrill of the battle itself and chooses to prolong the fight if possible. While mercy isn't strictly enforced in his honor code, he has no qualms offering that same kindness he was dealt when defeated by Joseph.

Fafnir in his humanoid form takes the time to stay mostly defensive and study his opponents carefully, using what energy is necessary to protect himself and keeping the flow of battle steady so that he can conserve the rest for when he feels the opportune moment to unleash it. He often plays to what his opponent offers, even if his foe is weaker then Fafnir, Fafnir rarely goes anything beyond his foe's own level in that case, in the start of that fight. This is for both to take pleasure in the battle itself, but to once again, take time to study his opponent.

If he ever sheds his mortal form however, Fafnir's fighting style is a u-turn from his original style. Without any finesse or weaponry, He relies solely on ki-power and physical capabilities his form offers. Just as the Dragon-Form will often go all out at the very start of his transformation, his instincts become much more of primal fury, at some points even lacking self-control with how carried away his predatory nature takes a hold of him. For this reason he only uses his true-form as a last resort tactic, or if someone really infuriates him. In most scenarios he'd much rather lose in his mortal form then to win in his true form, unless if that fight mattered more beyond his entertainment and honor.

SPECIAL MOVES & TECHNIQUES

■ Fury Jab

Fafnir imbues his lance with flames and unleashes a fast, multi-thrust attack with his lance. Unless if he has the intention to kill, the thrusts will usually be aimed to impale the arms and lower torso, and/or any equipment the target may be holding. The blade is typically outlined with a trail of flames

■ Scalelord's Conquest

Fafnir Soars into the air then lands down upon his opponent with high velocity, down thrusting his lance to either impale the foe from above or to thrust it through the ground, in either scenario the landing produces an electric and pressure blast of ki around both him and the weapon

■ Burning Honor

Fafnir becomes engulfed in flames, as if the fire was an additional set of armor. Its brightness can also obscure his figure making long-range precision based attacks more likely to miss him, in addition to slowly cooking those that are too close for comfort.

■ Disarming Grasp

If unarmed, Fafnir can channel ki into his hand to create a powerful electric charge or blast of fire, which will either be used as a simple, powerful punch, or tip grip/choke hold an opponent at the right opportunity to deliver the full voltage(or heat and force if he uses flames instead.) of that energy.

■ Thunder Spear

Fafnir can imbue his lance with electric ki to deliver a devastating blow rivaling the power of a lightning bolt. Alternatively, with a steady aim, he can abandon his weapon by tossing it forward channeled heavily with ki. The thrown lance takes the form of a lightning bolt as it blasts the surface of whatever it impacts with great radiant voltage and force.

■ Rising Fire

Fafnir and slashes or raises his lance in a sweeping motion, and a wave of flames spawn from the ground and rise up at an angle facing away from him with great force and heat. Alternatively Fafnir can use this skill without his weapon by slamming his fist on the earth below him, which creates the same firey explosion directly below and around him instead.

■ Dragon's Blaze

After taking a deep breathe, Fafnir can use his ki to spew a short blast of pressurized air and flames from his mouth and wings at a range of 4 meters. The attack is more focused on knock back rather then heat or damage.

■ Constricting Catch

Utilizing his prehensile tail, Fafnir can lash it out at his foes from around or below him. In this technique, he uses his tail to grapple via wrapping around his opponent's arm, torso, or leg; Usually then resulting in him tossing that opponent aside.

SUPER MOVES

■ Tactical Swipe

Fafnir channels his ki to the lance's blade, giving it twice as much reach as well as a combination of electric and fire based ki, though the motion itself is slow the concentrated power is designed to break someone's guard and/or armor, if not a killing blow. Swinging or thrusting his charged up blade will also create a crescent shaped wave of pressurized flames and electric current, creating a projectile that is not as powerful as being hit with the melee attack itself.

■ Wrath of the Dragon

Fafnir summons an oriental dragon made entirely of fire based ki; willed to charge and either smash or engulf a target with intense flames. Though the dragon's length can extend it's only half a body, with Fafnir's body being attached to where the dragon's lower half would be. The dragon disperses shortly after its initial attack. During it's summon, Fafnir is immobile.

■ Unmasking the seal

Fafnir reveals his true form, a monstrous dragon.

Dragon form

Although Fafnir is immune to heat-related damage in both his mortal shell and true form and being fairly durable with both a tough body and tremendous natural ki, his superhuman resilience is increased further with scales (except the underbelly) that have the durability to rival steel even without his ki. In flight, the form can be quiet fast and nimble in the air despite his size and weight. Claws and maw that can crush stone and bend metal with ease, as well as a powerful tail equipped with a sharp spine at the tip to simulate a spear. The dragon can also breathe a torrential spray of fire or bolts of black lightning from his maw. However, due to Fafnir having spent most of his days now in his sealed form, the seal had grown a tight lock on his true nature. Fafnir can only transform into his original state for a brief time of 5 minutes with a few hours of cooldown time.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

Worst of worlds: In most situations, Fafnir starts out slow in his sealed form, or goes all out and reckless in his dragon form. It isn't difficult to take advantage of Fafnir at either strategy.

Glutton for punishment: His bloodlust for battle and refusal to dishonor his opponents often lead him to purposely taking hits. Usually he takes advantages of these blows to counter attack, however the sport he finds in testing the strength or force of his opponent's attacks can often give him situations with damage that he could have prevented.

Prideful Vengeance: Despite his worked up tolerance, those that damage his pride can potentially tear through his wisdom and better judgement if they know what buttons to push. Insulting his honor is one sure way to enrage him. Though he is often humble, he still carries with him a sense of pride of his own power partially fueled by the innate, natural arrogance of a dragon.

Imperfect Armor: In his dragon form, the underbelly is soft and vulnerable to attack.

Cold-blooded: Fafnir does best in hot environments. Exposed to cold conditions or cryogenic based attacks can weaken his endurance.

OTHER

His armaments; Shield, Lance, and Armor, are enchanted and it will be restored after a day to his arsenal if they are damaged or destroyed. Out of combat he can summon and unsummon these equipment's at will.

Well here he is. I've rewritten his backstory and added/modified a few of his techniques. I have no issues with any possible nerfs if he has too many moves or some moves that are too strong, in a worst case scenario I can just give him the same toolkit he had from the previous rp. I look forward to feedback.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

@Savo@redbaron1234@KaiserElectric

I apologize for flaking out last year. If its alright with you guys, I'd like to resubmit a revamped version of my old char after I make some changes if you don't mind me joining. Now that I'm back to a normal schedule I feel obligated to be committed to this.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

-Didn't realize the ooc was up-

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Christopher Drake Francis

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𝕄𝕠𝕟: 𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟙𝟚, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥 / / 𝔾𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 ℤ𝕖𝕣𝕠 / / 𝟚𝟙𝟘𝟘

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With Chris already having transformed today, he was unable to test the powers of his fully monstrous self for the rest of the day. That didn't matter, he still held some power in his natural state, and now was the time to fully make use of it. After his, rather bitter talk with Zoe, he had headed back to the center of his destruction. His eyes viewed the scenery of destruction and gore. Burned corpses, blood, and debris littered the streets that he had rampaged earlier today. It brought back unpleasant memories, the flames and collapsing buildings from the monster that destroyed his village, the monster that took everything from him. The creature's form was vague, he never saw the details, nor did he know what was that beast's fate after that disaster. What he did know, however, was that pain. The despair of having everything he had once known and love pulled away from him and dragged into the abyss.

What did Zoe know? What did Angelique know? What did any of them know whats that like? Before he had always assumed that they understood what it was like. Even Angelique, who had the unfortunate fate of murdering her fans, even that couldn't compare to the pain he felt. The fear, the Anger. None of them could ever understand.

Her words echoed in his tormented mind.

you're not intimidating,
you're not mature,
you're not some put-upon martyr.
What you are is an overgrown baby; a spineless little bitch who can't control his temper-tantrums.

What did she know? What did she damn well know? Was he supposed to be intimidating? Was he supposed to be mature?! What did that matter here? A martyr? None of them were damned martyrs. They were all cursed, damned by the universe. Who gives a shit about any of that nonsense when the world around them is crumbling. She didn't know, none of them could know, could comprehend, that. To lose, everything. Family, friends, the neighborhood you grew up with, the smiles you used to see. They couldn't fathom his pain. He was sure of it now. They have yet to see the true hell of this world, only glimpses and pieces of the despair the universe was filled with.
Well, they could all go to hell. Chris didn't want to care. Zoe could fuck off for all he could give a shit about. Zoe, Brent, Marcus, they could all be in there trivial friend circles, laugh, and pretend that nothing is wrong. That this is just some school and they were all going to be taken care of. He didn't need any of that bullshit.

An arm clad with scales swung at a cement wall, gouging it. The more he dwelled on that conversation, and his own despair, the angrier his output became. His view became clouded in firey judgement. Forcing himself to cease his inner rants, he focused on training. He needed to become stronger. Strong enough so that no one else has to die. Both the monsters and the amigos will pay in full for what they have done. There was no room for pointless attachments that would just get in his way, that would hurt him once they leave him. He will show everyone, this damned universe that has spitted on him included, that he will rise above it all.

Determination and rage fueled his endeavors. He tested the strength of his armor on cement debris from his previous rampage. He tested his breathe on the walls and floor. Eventually he moved on to the denizens of GZ itself. He swung the back of his armored hand, as hard as he could, at the first pedestrian he could. In his natural form, the desire of destruction was suppressed and could not by itself shake away his morality. Fortunately for him, they weren't real people. Murdering them didn't matter, he knew this, and this thought dismissed the empathy and guilt he felt as he curb stomped the head of the man he knocked down. He drew flames on a crowd of people, punched and kicked at individuals, murdering to practice the lethality of his non-transformed abilities. Passing a metal bar, he melted its ends off with his breath and wielded the iron piece as a sort of weapon. The tips were sharp after they hardened, and he continued his bloodshed by swinging and stabbing the ground zero civilians.

The more he killed, the further that suppressed primordial rage sneaked into his human mind. His anger, his hatred, was first targeted towards the monsters and the amigos. That ire however eventually spread into some of his allies that have brought his anger. Zoe, Marcus, Brent, he occasionally saw there faces on a few he killed. At first he smiled. Not a half-assed smile, not a little curl of the lips. His instinctual vengeance and triggered a morbid cathartic pleasure. It took him a few minutes to fully become aware of his waning sanity, and he forced himself to stop. The result this time, which naturally was of no scale to his dragon form's, still had a moderate trail of murder and destruction. He willed himself away from smiling, and contemplating his actions. Since he was exhausted from his 'exercise', it was relatively easy to tone down that instinct. That desire for blood and vengeance. He tossed away his makeshift weapon and sat down with a sigh.

Have I become what I hated?

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

You thought you could get rid of me Red, but drag never dies.

You got pranked

Celestial Bonds

Your local Necromancer

Alistar A’sarel Ravencroft

Male

18

5’9”

155 lbs

Alternate wizard attire

Jet black hair, sickly pale skin, eyes of crimson, and a frail build establishes Alistar as the typical solitary scholar that spends little time outside of his own research. Both his slightly pointed ears and narrow nose, combined with pale lips give him a rather strange yet enchanting look much like an elf of sorts. His crimson eyes especially help allude to his arcane influences, eyes that are common among his family tree. His slim and frail stature allude to his lack of physical finesse.

He typically sports one of two rather strange but fitting attires(as seen in both FC) one of which being of a yellow studded black and grey garb with pointed leather shoes and a black coned hat studded with bone fragments, as well as a cape with two large rubies and black gloves. This custom made attire the he later modified with his magic is what he usually sports, but in a more casual setting he can be found with nothing more then black trousers and a white cotton shirt. Other times he may also be found sporting a black cloak and cape that hides his face.

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History

The Ravencroft family are notorious for their arcane lineage, and that tradition was to be continued with Alistar and Gwen. While Alistar himself was intrigued deeply with the arcane, his sister lacked such interested. Combined with her dyslexia, it was only inevitable that she would be disowned by their family, and when the time came, Alistar he had chosen to abandon his family for his sister’s sake.

It was to be arranged they’d go to an orphanage, but such a place didn’t last as the two left in hopes of a pursuit of a better life. What they got instead was an abandoned building in the outskirts of town. No money, No Supervision, Without any proper tutors Alistar was left only with a few books he took with him in his departure for his personal studies, and his future for the pursuit of magic was looking grim, a sacrifice he still didn’t entirely regret his sacrifice. When he wasn’t re-reading the same pages, he was sure to look after Gwen. Together they had to survive on their own, and despite the odds they were able to survive long enough on their own merit. Gwen was able to provide for the two of them better than Alistar could, to his surprise. It was thanks to her that the two of them were able to live well enough before partaking in the ritual.

Brief Personality

Alistar has no interest in socializing, sport, or any other simple pleasures. His passion lays within the arcane and all of its vast knowledge. Quiet a fanatic over the mystic arts, nothing intrigues him more than researching a new branch of magic or studying magic inscriptions. Is lack of any other interests, and some ounce of regret for leaving his family, have ultimately rendered him the lifestyle of a loner, preferring to himself and his books over the company of others. He has no tolerance for the uneducated, even his sister at times, he is quite rude to those he deems ‘unfit’ to be in his presence. That hostile nature has forged a rather cold-blooded attitude, so much so that he rarely shows much of his own emotion even to that of his Sister. And while there is a very apparent gap between how Alistar feels about Gwen and how she views him, he certainly does care about her in the same role of a typical overprotective brother, despite how little he shows of it. He does not, however, tolerate Gwen’s stronger affections and prefers to ignore it, hoping that such feelings from her are only temporarily and that she will grow out of it.

Emotional Bond

Protective Sibling. Though he share no where near the same level of devotion his Sister has, nor does he tolerate that extreme side of things, he still values her above other priorities as he feels it his duty as a brother. Since their childhood he has always stayed by her aid. But it is that sense of obligation that has made him grow resentful of her in some aspects, the sacrifices he has made to support her have certainly been an expensive tole that has only accumulated mild disdain towards his sister, putting him at taste of simultaneous care and animosity towards her.
Partner: Gwen A'ladriel Ravencroft

Fighting Style

Alistar is a cautious strategist who conserves the uses of his spells due to their potential fatal dangers it can hold to both himself and Gwen. He has adoptive a methodically approach to only use the power necessary and not overextend that arbitrary limit for fear of serious wounds. He himself is not much of a fighter, he is far more interested in the scholarly approach of reading then being in the heat of action, and while he can defend himself with his own powers in extreme situations, his inexperience and preference to not dirty his own hands certainly put him at a disadvantage.

Equipment

A simple iron dagger.

Several books and tomes illustrating novice information of magic.

Necromancy

Spells:

Sphere of the Bloodline

The spilled blood of a Ravencroft’s can be siphoned and gathered from the surroundings and collected into a magically formed sphere that can store up to a quarter gallon of blood. Bits and pieces of bones can also be collected. This sphere levitates and can move anywhere within a 3 meter radius of the user. The container can either leak a certain amount of blood or shatter itself to allow use of the stored content of blood for spells. Container can be destroyed as it as durable as quartz, but can be reformed after a 1 minute cool down.

Blood Painter

Alistar can control Gwen’s blood to manipulate and control it vastly by changing the shape and form of the blood, enough where it can potentially become near-solid and sharp like a blade, or resemble something like a tentacle. While the size of the blood creations can be increased, there is a limit to how large such creations can grow or stretch based upon how much is used from the original blood sources mass. Alistar has free control over the blood of anyone with the blood of a Ravencroft (including himself, but due to the pain of which he tends to avoid that option entirely) even within one’s body but has to be careful to not draw too much without causing her to pass out or die, let alone the injuries that would be inevitably caused by it. Blood that is being bended by this ability will gradually evaporate over time, making continued use difficult.

Bone Sculpter

Alistar can ‘sculpt’ any form of bone matter so long as it is no longer apart of its owner’s body (or if the owner is dead.) Unlike his blood painter ability, the manipulated bone matter isn’t as fluid as liquid resulting in more rigid creations. In contrast, the limit of growth from the source is greater than his blood bending skill and these creations can not only be more complex in design but also do not evaporate over time and thus they tend to be more permanent. Bones susceptible to his will can also be levitated telekinetically with an overall range of 6 meters, and can be thrown as effectively as a javelin. The weight limit for this telekinetic control is 300 lbs.

Likes

Anything involving the Arcane
peaceful/quiet environments
dimly lit atmospheres
books
monsters

Dislikes

Socializing and people
filth
excessive labor
idiocy

Hobbies

Reading
edgy brooding

Theme Song

Celestial Bonds

Your local Necromancer

Alistar A’sarel Ravencroft

Male

18

5’9”

155 lbs

Alternate wizard attire

Jet black hair, sickly pale skin, eyes of crimson, and a frail build establishes Alistar as the typical solitary scholar that spends little time outside of his own research. Both his slightly pointed ears and narrow nose, combined with pale lips give him a rather strange yet enchanting look much like an elf of sorts. His crimson eyes especially help allude to his arcane influences, eyes that are common among his family tree. His slim and frail stature allude to his lack of physical finesse.

He typically sports one of two rather strange but fitting attires(as seen in both FC) one of which being of a yellow studded black and grey garb with pointed leather shoes and a black coned hat studded with bone fragments, as well as a cape with two large rubies and black gloves. This custom made attire the he later modified with his magic is what he usually sports, but in a more casual setting he can be found with nothing more then black trousers and a white cotton shirt. Other times he may also be found sporting a black cloak and cape that hides his face.

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History

The Ravencroft family are notorious for their arcane lineage, and that tradition was to be continued with Alistar and Gwen. While Alistar himself was intrigued deeply with the arcane, his sister lacked such interested. Combined with her dyslexia, it was only inevitable that she would be disowned by their family, and when the time came, Alistar he had chosen to abandon his family for his sister’s sake.

It was to be arranged they’d go to an orphanage, but such a place didn’t last as the two left in hopes of a pursuit of a better life. What they got instead was an abandoned building in the outskirts of town. No money, No Supervision, Without any proper tutors Alistar was left only with a few books he took with him in his departure for his personal studies, and his future for the pursuit of magic was looking grim, a sacrifice he still didn’t entirely regret his sacrifice. When he wasn’t re-reading the same pages, he was sure to look after Gwen. Together they had to survive on their own, and despite the odds they were able to survive long enough on their own merit. Gwen was able to provide for the two of them better than Alistar could, to his surprise. It was thanks to her that the two of them were able to live well enough before partaking in the ritual.

Brief Personality

Alistar has no interest in socializing, sport, or any other simple pleasures. His passion lays within the arcane and all of its vast knowledge. Quiet a fanatic over the mystic arts, nothing intrigues him more than researching a new branch of magic or studying magic inscriptions. Is lack of any other interests, and some ounce of regret for leaving his family, have ultimately rendered him the lifestyle of a loner, preferring to himself and his books over the company of others. He has no tolerance for the uneducated, even his sister at times, he is quite rude to those he deems ‘unfit’ to be in his presence. That hostile nature has forged a rather cold-blooded attitude, so much so that he rarely shows much of his own emotion even to that of his Sister. And while there is a very apparent gap between how Alistar feels about Gwen and how she views him, he certainly does care about her in the same role of a typical overprotective brother, despite how little he shows of it. He does not, however, tolerate Gwen’s stronger affections and prefers to ignore it, hoping that such feelings from her are only temporarily and that she will grow out of it.

Emotional Bond

Protective Sibling. Though he share no where near the same level of devotion his Sister has, nor does he tolerate that extreme side of things, he still values her above other priorities as he feels it his duty as a brother. Since their childhood he has always stayed by her aid. But it is that sense of obligation that has made him grow resentful of her in some aspects, the sacrifices he has made to support her have certainly been an expensive tole that has only accumulated mild disdain towards his sister, putting him at taste of simultaneous care and animosity towards her.
Partner: Gwen A'ladriel Ravencroft

Fighting Style

Alistar is a cautious strategist who conserves the uses of his spells due to their potential fatal dangers it can hold to both himself and Gwen. He has adoptive a methodically approach to only use the power necessary and not overextend that arbitrary limit for fear of serious wounds. He himself is not much of a fighter, he is far more interested in the scholarly approach of reading then being in the heat of action, and while he can defend himself with his own powers in extreme situations, his inexperience and preference to not dirty his own hands certainly put him at a disadvantage.

Equipment

A simple iron dagger.

Several books and tomes illustrating novice information of magic.

Necromancy

Spells:

Sphere of the Bloodline

The spilled blood of a Ravencroft’s can be siphoned and gathered from the surroundings and collected into a magically formed sphere that can store up to a quarter gallon of blood. Bits and pieces of bones can also be collected. This sphere levitates and can move anywhere within a 3 meter radius of the user. The container can either leak a certain amount of blood or shatter itself to allow use of the stored content of blood for spells. Container can be destroyed as it as durable as quartz, but can be reformed after a 1 minute cool down.

Blood Painter

Alistar can control Gwen’s blood to manipulate and control it vastly by changing the shape and form of the blood, enough where it can potentially become near-solid and sharp like a blade, or resemble something like a tentacle. While the size of the blood creations can be increased, there is a limit to how large such creations can grow or stretch based upon how much is used from the original blood sources mass. Alistar has free control over the blood of anyone with the blood of a Ravencroft (including himself, but due to the pain of which he tends to avoid that option entirely) even within one’s body but has to be careful to not draw too much without causing her to pass out or die, let alone the injuries that would be inevitably caused by it. Blood that is being bended by this ability will gradually evaporate over time, making continued use difficult.

Bone Sculpter

Alistar can ‘sculpt’ any form of bone matter so long as it is no longer apart of its owner’s body (or if the owner is dead.) Unlike his blood painter ability, the manipulated bone matter isn’t as fluid as liquid resulting in more rigid creations. In contrast, the limit of growth from the source is greater than his blood bending skill and these creations can not only be more complex in design but also do not evaporate over time and thus they tend to be more permanent. Bones susceptible to his will can also be levitated telekinetically with an overall range of 6 meters, and can be thrown as effectively as a javelin. The weight limit for this telekinetic control is 300 lbs.

Likes

Anything involving the Arcane
peaceful/quiet environments
dimly lit atmospheres
books
monsters

Dislikes

Socializing and people
filth
excessive labor
idiocy

Hobbies

Reading
edgy brooding

Theme Song

Boku No Hero Academia RP: New Horizons

I'll admit I'm not too familiar with the anime other then the established premise, but this rp does have my interest and if there's still room I'll make a sheet shortly after getting more familiar with the subject matter, if thats OK.