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League of Assassins

Ok. Tell me if I made any mistakes. I originally designed this to be a Chakra/Power teacher because I thought it was open. Made a few changes for a Dean application.

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Dean Application

Full Name: Andante Vermaux
Alias/Assassin name: Xero
Age: 25

Personality: Andante has a very careful personality. He is patient and polite, though he can be somewhat aggressive and dangerous if given extreme circumstances. For the most part he is well collected, composed and a withdrawn individual that is typically on top of his emotions. He thinks things through to a great detail before acting on them and always works with a plan. He isn't rash or rambunctious in the slightest and wouldn't ever just act based on the heat of the moment or the necessity of the situation. Even when under pressure he is still able to take step back, look at the whole picture, and plan accordingly. A key feature of Andante's personality is his ability to be understanding and his lack of being judgmental. He can take any case and any situation in for consideration. It is due to this quality that he is an excellent teacher. Even the most hard-on, rough, anti-social, vulgar pieces of work are worth his time. He isn't arrogant or condescending and treats all as adults. He knows each individual is different, with a different story and a different facet of skills, thus he approaches each situation with the same calm, calculating consideration he would everything else in his life. His patience and adaptability know, really, no bounds.

Skills: Long Range assassinations. He is fair in terms of weapons and poisons, but his greatest ace is in power based assassinations and he is an individual that specializes in killing individuals with strong powers. He is very skilled in magical theory and different forms of new age magic as well as the arcane, thus his book and studies are fairly advanced.
Weapons: None
Powers: Lightning/Electric Manipulation

Background: Andante came from a family of little to no importance and was a child of little to no significance. He wasn't a prodigy or a born killer like some. He started off as an impoverish orphan who's mother died from a drug overdose and father was, well, who knows? He grew up with another band of orphans that spent most of their time stealing and working odd, random, sometimes illegal, jobs for slave wages. They were always involved in trouble and in the little city he was from they had somewhat of a notorious reputation.

One day, the most prominent militant force sought to exterminate them. Andante was around 12 years old, give or take, when they came in with batons and fireballs. He discovered his ability that very day while accidentally killing all his friends when they were caught by an officer and, immediately after, killing a forth of the force coming after him. Andante sought to use these powers that he found to make his life better. Sure, the murder of his friends bothered him, but the intoxicating sensation of utilizing his extraordinary power was far more distracting that, as he'd call it, crying over a bunch of wimps.

Andante stole and killed, typically barely so, but he managed to survive with his abilities. That was, until he accumulated a small little bounty on his head. It was only 3 months of enjoying and experimenting with his new found abilities that an assassin was sent after him. Unlike the local police force, this assassin was adept at killing and familiar with fighting another that held powers. They beat him easily and were prepared to kill him like a mutt in the streets. Whether fortune or fate, Andante was saved by an old man. His father.

His father was also an assassin, sworn to a certain place the young boy didn't know about. Just like his father, they held the same ability. An ability that was spawned through biological and genetic manipulation a generation prior with a meld of highly volatile radiation upon his grandfather. His father took him in, to Andante's confusion, and taught him. He taught him caution and patience and the tact necessary to be a true assassin. He taught him to steal and to kill anyone that could remember him. He taught him how it was to be efficient, dangerous and mighty. It was his father that gave him the codename "Xero" and it was his father that raised his name to the level of being considered for the Assassin's league.

When he was 15 he was admitted.
Naturally, the boy had a knack for studying. It wasn't without extreme, strenuous effort, but he managed to be one of the top assassins of his class. He survived the threats, ploys and attempts from his classmates, passed all his curriculum with honors, and graduated to be an exemplary member of the Assassin's league. There was an opening for an instructor and, seeing it as a way to further himself, he took the opportunity.

For a few years he was instructor he demonstrated great leadership ability and quickly was promoted to dean. As of now this is his first year as the Dean of the League.

Allies: Staff
Family:
F-God of Thunder [Duran Versmas]
M-Vermille Vermaux

Other:

League of Assassins

No teacher spots open at this point? Damn

Naruto: Of Compassion and Tyranny

Ah. I was aware of that, which is why I had my character as border patrol. Kinda figured it made sense seeing as, from other posts, there are still soldiers all over the place. I can edit though. I just hadn't intended on sending my character for war as she's really not tailored to go to one. She's not actually a ninja and all that.

Naruto: Of Compassion and Tyranny

I'm actually pretty excited to see this "Ninja Bear". Just screams badassery.

Naruto: Of Compassion and Tyranny

Ahaha! I just now realized that. The reason being is because Sketcher controlled her before.
Well, now I can easily find the profile. ahaha.

EDIT: Call her -obaasan, ruronihs. She'll love it.

Naruto: Of Compassion and Tyranny

Daaaammnnn iiiiittttt!
I didn't see your post, ruronihs. Well, include yourself in what I did to Sketcher's characters. haha.

Naruto: Of Compassion and Tyranny

~A few hours ago~

It was the early morning. By early morning, it was sooooo ungodly early that it was near impossible to find the sun or the moon at this hour. The cool air felt really nice and the sky seemed mostly clear at the hour and the village of Konohagakure was almost completely silent. There were three of them together, waiting just outside the village gates. There was a man, older with long blond hair and dim green eyes. He was a ninja, by the headband and the clothes. The man's name was Inori Yamanaka and he was formerly a part of a pretty big and popular clan or something. Not that any of that really mattered too much anymore, but he thought pretty highly of himself. The other man with them was a bit younger, late 20s, and he was really tall. He was also a ninja, though lacked the headband that titled him, and wore simpler clothes. He was quiet, only talking when necessary, and had this bloodthirsty air about him. Perhaps it was how deeply he stared or the deep, sleepless bags under his eyes or, just maybe, it was the bloodsplatter stains on his clothes here and there. His name was Durian. Weird name, but he wasn’t exactly from these lands, or so most figured. The only female of the group stood out a little more from the other two. Her name was Shuya, though the other two simply referred to her as 'Crashwhite'.

She was a lot younger than the other two with short white hair, pale blue eyes, with a slim, yet athletic frame and more humanly casual clothes than the other two. Unlike the other two, she wasn't trained to kill and wasn't as dedicated to the current task at hand. Some would think of her as the usual "arms-for-hire" mercenary, though she honestly didn't have much of a choice in the matter of being here. For some strange reason, in order to get food you have to do this awful thing known as "work" and this "work" entailed a 12 hour night watch for terrorists.

"Almost there," A exasperated sigh flooded her mouth as she wiped some non-existent sweat from her brow, "I can't wait to eat!" Almost flowing with her words her stomach grumbled loud enough for the other two to hear.

“And you were so energetic at the start of the shift...Where’d all that enthusiasm go?” Inori asked, crossing his arms as he watched the young girl complain.

A habitual smile spread on Shuya’s face, “I’m always enthusiastic! But!” She said, a rush of bubbly optimism that quickly drowned into a depressed relient, “I’m so hungry I can’t think!” She hung her arms, slouching, as if she were about to fall to the ground right then and there. Inori chuckled and opened his mouth to say more, but he was interrupted by a presence that appeared.

The body flicker technique always amazed Shuya. It was so quick and mystical, yet sometimes followed a comical cloud or dazzling swirl of wind that made it seem pretty or cute. This guy loved to use the technique. In fact, he almost always did it. As if walking were an outrageous idea!

He was tall, broad, muscular and tan. He had one dark brown eye and one strangely green one, pretty weird. He had a bleach blond hair and favored a large broadsword on his back. He was from Kumogakure, but was completely faithful to the Empire, so Shuya heard. He has a deep voice, strong grip, and has almost no patience or sense of humor. His name was Taraki Shendo and he is the man they refer to as Captain.

“End brief! End brief!” Shuya chanted, throwing up her arms happily as if she were about to be rewarded by an adult for doing all her chores.

“Crashwhite, you won’t be receiving the End Brief just yet,” He responded, curtly. He even paused, as if the reason for it was obvious.

Shuya looked to her current partners and realized they weren’t going to ask why, which was slightly frustrating! So, being as starved and tired as she was, her stomach won over her patience and, a little sassy, she offered a “Why the heck not!?” In response, which made Inori grin again.

“Your job as Night Watch is to watch for anything that happens during the night. I believe we have a possible infiltrator. You three are going to retrace the perimeter then proceed with Tactical Code D within the village. Support any soldiers you find that are in need of any assistance, as you are required as the preliminary security task force,” He said, not asked, to which Inori was the only one to acknowedge with a nod.

Shuya was stunned...For a moment, she just stood there with her mouth agape. When that bastard Taraki vanished in a puff she whimpered, realizing that this was going to be the longest shift of her young life.

“B-but, I’m just so hungry,” She cried, sounding as if she were close to tears.
“Well, at least it won’t finish too boring. Besides, its a few more hours you’ll be paid, Crashwhite,” Inori emphatized, even offering a slight pat on the shoulder.

“I don’t want money! I want a meat!” She said, shaking her head.
“‘A meat’?” Inori asked, chuckling.
“I mean, what are the chances of even finding some rebels this close to the village? Rebels wouldn’t do that. I think he just hates us. We probably aren’t going to do anything but walk around for the next couple hours.” Complaining, she just didn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel. When would they be free? When she passed out from lack of sleep!?

Durian just walked off without a word. He was rude like that. Shuya took it as a hint that, at this moment, she had no choice but to man up and prepare for the next shift.

“I promise you, nothing is even going to happen. He’s going to have us running around doing absolutely nothing!”

“Well then, I hope that is the case. It would mean all is well.”
“Yeah, except my stomach being filled with yummie foodies,”

~Currently~

In an instant, a hefty explosion crashed into the foodstand. It was the very place Katsu, Matsuka, and Ryozan stopped to take a bite. It was a hefty, chakra filled fire-based attack that devoured his familiar little ramen stand. Naturally, two highly skilled ninja would have been able to get out just in time, or not depending, however the fire attack was any low level attack. It was powerful enough to continue on, passed the stand, and dive into a nearby building setting it aflame.

A young girl with pearly white hair ran in, running along the side of a building with great speed before jumping and, with a twirly twist, landed gracefully on her feet.

“You missed~” She would boast, sweetly.
She was facing the fiery devastation that the fire wrought at coming straight at her. Due to the heat and the remaining fire it was difficult to see what was beyond the burning rubble of the former ramen stand. However, a shadow silhouette could be slightly made out within the flames. That form threw it’s hand, tossing out 3 shuriken. A glint of ninja wire could be seen attached to them as they flew ever onwards.

The silverhaird girl effortlessly dodged them and, when she did, they caught fire. The shuriken at the end of the wire became birds, somewhat similar in form to a small, rounded finch. They trailed after her and, as they came in close, she had to fall back to escape them. She was quick, talentedly so, and agile. Never once did they seem close to catching her.

A tall man with an all black sword in hand leapt off a building to the far left and, slashing that weapon once, sent a crescent slash in the directly of the oncoming weapons and severed the technique by splitting the wire. The flames died out. From behind the shadowy figure a pair of water bullets whizzed through the air, forcing him to leap forward to evade them.

The man, cloaked in a warm and beaten robe, was inbetween three forces. One was clearly a Yamanaka as he jumped after the man. He was slightly wet, which was a hint that he shot the water bullet. The other man, tall and with a few bloody cuts, held his sword ever ready to cut down the man a few yards ahead of him. Then there was the white hair girl. Of the three, she was the only one smiling.

The man in the middle smacked his lips.
He was low on chakra, exhausted, and now he was cornered. He had no choice but to do everything he could to escape before additional help came in. The man threw off his cloak to show off typical ninja attire. He wore the headband of his country, Konohagakure, proudly and had a twin pair of short swords at his sides. He as a rebel. An independant rebel at that. He wasn’t one that unionized or strategized with a whole group. He had a grudge to settle and a mission to accomplish. It was possible he was just acting out on his own, but there was also the possibility that he was acting on orders to go through a solo mission for the rest of the Rebels and made the mistake of being caught.

Katsu Uchiha would most certainly recognize this man. This man was also an Uchiha. Likely, the ninja was apart of Katsu’s childhood and, like Katsu, also hated the Empire. This man had spoken to Katsu on many occasions and most of them were kind, encouraging words. However, just like all the others, this man was one of the many Uchiha that chunned Katsu when he returned from “that” mission that long age ago. The man’s name, which Katsu would most certainly know, was Fuuki Uchiha.

This man, an Uchiha with a mind similar to Katsu, was about to be gunned down by Empire sympathizers, captured and most likely tortured. If he was lucky, his eyes would be slowly gouged out and used as a trophy weapon for at the Empiresses discretion. Would Katsu allow that? Would allow this man to be defeated like this, despite how his heart burns with the all impressive Uchiha pride and the resolute will of fire? Then again, this man had decided to forsake Katsu just like most of the other Uchiha. Why should he deserve any help or even any consideration? Would it be so bad to just watch this Rebel suffer for his decisions, be captured by these three Empire subordinates, just as the man watched Katsu suffer alone after the death of his master? It was only fair...Or was it?

The choice was Katsu and he didn’t have hardly any time to ponder the repercussions of either action.

The Yamanaka formed the characteristic handsigns of their clans signature technique.
The tall man with the black sword readied himself to attack the moment Fuuki let his guard down. He’d take care of any ninjutsu or haphazard escape attempts swiftly.

Then...There was the white haired girl.
“I’m going to do this nice and quick so I can eat! You owe me Dinner, Breakfast and Lunch now, Mister!” The girl said, the happiest grin on her face. Shuya couldn’t help but be excited! There was going to be food! Lots of food! So much food! She as going to eat until her stomach tore, go to the hospital to have it repaired, then start all over again! She didn’t have any heartfelt regrets about what she was going to do. She was going to painfully knock this man out, let him be arrested, then stuff her face with all the wonderful things that her tongue would taste! Oh the amazingness that she was going to be involved in!

The girl rushed forward. She was quick, taking a sprinters charge, and would be at that man in moments. Even if he could take her, the other two would be sure to end this match quickly. Such was the plan and the point behind the formation.

There would be no escape for him. He was through.
Now...Would Katsu watch this man lose here and now or would his own pride as an Uchiha cause him to take a stance, openly, against the Empire?

Naruto: Of Compassion and Tyranny

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Naruto: Of Compassion and Tyranny

Mulling over whether it'd be more fun to post to Chev or Sketcher. Hmm. The possibilities!

Kingdom Hearts: Dirge of the World Eater

Basic Information

Name: Nimbus Weatherly
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Old Bastion [Eden]
Affiliation: Old Bastion/Light

Physical Information

Appearance: Link

Casual Attire: Same as Image

Battle Attire: Same as Image

Personal Information

Personality: Nimbus is a smart, good hearted, whole full guy that has big dreams and a big heart. He values life and is a large lover of animals. He has a curious heart and loves to learn and ask questions. He has lived most of his life under his parents guidance so he can be a little naive when dealing with others. He’s completely honest and often times think others are mostly completely honest as well. He’s careless and trusting of others, especially if those individuals are aiming to be his friends. He doesn’t hold grudges and is mostly incapable of hate. He has a completely optimistic, positive and understanding sort of personality and always knows there is some reasonable way to do something or some rational explanation for everything. Despite being fairly scholarly, he’s still gullible and ignorant of the world and that is mostly due to his low experience with dealing with people.

History

~Before Birth~

Nimbus’s parents were actually born on a world known as Eden. His mother, Rein Weatherly, was the Queen and his Father, Strom Weatherly, the King of the entire planet and the two were the most revered and beloved pair of the entire world. Similarly to it’s name, the land was a paradise. It was lush with wildlife, resources and endlessly brimming with magic. Eden was a world that was almost entirely comprised of magic. Every quality of the world held some magical basis in its composition. Beings that lived there enjoyed the lavish, secure quality of life supported by magic and their planets near infinite resources. Those born on Eden had everything they could ask for and they lacked any and all complaints regarding their lives.

Long ago, when the World Eater went rampant, the beast threatened to consume their world. Eden attempted, as best as it could, to defend itself, however it could not. His father was, by far, the most powerful magician out of all of Eden and, sacrificing all his and his wife’s power, the two managed to transport themselves randomly away from their world. They had no control over where they were to be transported and they unfortunately could not take anyone other than themselves. The pair appeared in Old Bastion.

In their early youth, the two did everything they could to support the conflict against the World Eater. Both his mother and father took up arms in that plight and fought, with the debilitation of having their magic exhausted away, suffering through pain after pain. Although no where near their peak, the pair were an immeasurable asset during the conflict and devoted all their strength, knowledge, and ability to support the Keybearers. Eventually, their hard work paid off and all powerful Keybears sealed away the daunting World Eater and all was well in the world again.

As weeks went by, the loss of their homeworld wore on the pair. A piece of their hearts had been torn away and there would be no way to ever replace it, no matter how accustomed and acclimatized they became with Old Bastion. The two sought to focus their efforts on improving Old Bastion the best they could. Rein spent a great deal of her time teaching, explaining the complexities of magical theory and Strom did his best to aid the governing bodies all his intellect, experience, and tactical skillfulness so that the next generation would have something to benefit from. Eventually, the two settled down enough that they would have a child.

~Childhood~
Nimbus Weatherly was his name. Having never been to his original homeworld, Old Bastion was always home for young child. He spent the earliest of his earliest days wandering the wilds of the land, though never straying too far from the castle. His mother was his teacher and his father his example. Nimbus loved his parents dearly. They were always there for him, explaining things to him and comforting him whenever they could. They were caring, affectionate, attentive parents. In his early childhood he clung closely to both his parents. If he wasn’t watching his mother attend classes he was trailing after his father as the man got involved in one business after another.

When he hit his late pubescent years he started to recognize certain sensations running through his body. It was like heat sometimes and a chill other times and, often times, it felt like an invigorating surge that was coursing through his body. He didn’t tell his parents outright, figuring it was some normal feeling, however it started to grow. There was an unexplainable urge to dive into this feeling, but he wasn’t sure how. Often, just walking around he’d feel a wave of this alien phenomenon and it would feel a little different each time, but each time he felt it would feel a little stronger. Nimbus wasn’t sure how, but he was giving signs that he was going through this and his mother and father both caught on to them. His mother decided to take full responsibility of explaining and tailoring the young boy on the border of going through puberty.

Nimbus was on his own, sitting in some room by himself in front of a candle. He had right right hand close to the candle. The heat emanating from the candle felt like more than just warmth. It felt like words, feelings, and...power. It felt like strength and invigorating energy. To Nimbus, sitting in front of that candle was like, for a normal child, to be within arms reach of the chemical reaction that ran through the body upon the metabolism of sugar or caffeine. It was unexplainable, yet it was rational. He could tell that it was power rushing from that candle, just as a child could look at a candy bar or cup of soda and imagine the rush, and he could feel it, far beyond what one could do simply looking or touching something to that effect.

His mother smiled and sat beside him, startling the poor boy. She watched the candle a moment before lightly picking up her child’s hand and put it close to the fire. Fearful, Nimbus withdrew his arm and questioned her. She only smiled and, asking him to trust her, placed his hand in the fire.

It didn’t burn. His mother joyfully laughed at the effect as Nimbus played with the fire, rushing his hand through it feeling that unfamiliar rush of power and strength that flooded into his body.

“Magic” She said.
It was magic.

For a couple weeks his mother taught him about magic, however these were lessons specifically tailored to his own nature. He possessed a magical quality that was common on Eden, though an inexplicable anomaly here on Old Bastion. Nimbus was an elemental eater, which meant he was an individual that grew stronger when surrounded by natural elements in their natural, unaffected and purest of forms. She explained the complicated mechanics revolving around this nature and explained the advantages and strengths of someone born with such power.

She also explained the dangers.
For months she taught him lessons. Nimbus had to swear not to use any magic or attempt any magic until all his lessons were completed. He trusted his mother and, despite his growing curiosity, had to comply with her request.

Unfortunately, however, a child’s curiosity can often times be stronger than their willpower. It was when Nimbus was 13 and his parents were off attending business as usual. He had the entire day to himself and completely finished his studies, magical and the rudimentary general ed., so he decided to explore a little ways outside of the castle border. This wasn’t the first time he’d done such, however it was the first time he went so far. He was drawn to a black, smoldering black cloud in the faraway distance. He wanted to see what it was from or what was below it.

Nimbus found, after hours of travelling, a small destroy village with large portion of it on fire. He heard screaming and yelling coming from one part of the land. A man and women both studded in shiny armor with the brightest and largest swords Nimbus had ever seen were outside of it. They were desperately trying to enter, however...They were distracted by something and the flames were rampant. Nimbus didn’t pay too much attention to them when he figured out what the problem was. There were cries of children coming from inside! Hurrying, the young boy ran into a building that was on fire. The fire...Felt amazing.

The flames caressed his body, heating him up and filling him with a euphoric rush that quickened his heart and caused some profound clarity that rushed through his head. He felt strong and fast and powerful! Nimbus felt as if he could crush anything in his way. A white glimmer started to surround him and, as he treaded deeper into the building, it became apparent that his body was glowing. In that rush of strength, as the flames ran rampant all over him, he ran right through the flames. There was a young boy there and an even younger girl there. Both of them had light colored hair and had the smallest of frames. Nimbus went to pick up the boy first, before hesitating. He lightly poked the boy, hoping he wouldn’t burn him, and when he didn’t he snatched the two up and ran for the outside. Half the home collapsed, falling right in his way, and the flames towered at his rear. Sure, Nimbus could walk right out the way he came in, however the two children would surely burn. He didn’t know what to do. He felt a rush of panic filled adrenaline rush through his chest as his mind ran faster than he could articulate his thoughts. Do something! Do something! He continued to shout that to himself, in his head, as the flames crept closer and the cracking and splintering of the rest of the home told him he wouldn’t have long before the three of them were crushed.

“Do something!” He yelled, though it wasn’t to himself. This “magic” that he had had to be able to do something. He read all about it, despite having no practical experience doing such. He knew there was a means for it to accomplish great things...He just didn’t know how! It was useless! The one time he needed it, the only time he needed it, and it wasn’t helping him at all! He felt so frustrated at himself, his inexperience, how he’d rushed in without thinking, how he couldn’t save these kids...At his mother! He wanted it all to just...Work out!

The flames in the building, as if understanding his frustrations, spun around. The flames flew across the room and they ran into his body, driving directly into his core. He felt the immense power as the flames became apart of himself and his body. The children were unharmed all the same and, as the flames assimilated into his body, vanishing, he felt an intoxicating strength. His eyes closed, his breath paused, he relished the power. It was amazing. It felt as if everything wrong about him was rectified and he was...Perfect.

All the flames rushed into his body, leaving the building emptied.
The roof collapsed next, threatening to crush the boy finally. Opening his eyes and releasing one, cool breath, Nimbus set it free. He, with some newfound understanding, released the power he’d taken in from his surroundings.

There was a powerful, hot, fiery explosion that tore apart the remains of the building and blew all the wood, metal, and cinged personal effects dozen of yards away. Those that were spectating were blown backwards. All that was left standing was Nimbus, in the middle of scorched earth, with the two children in his hand and his body glowing a brilliant crimson.

He’d done it! He’d saved them!
As the power started to relax and the glow started to fade, he felt relief come next.
The parents came over, taking their children hastily and asking if the two crying kids were alright. Nimbus was lost a moment. He was lost in some daydream as the sounds started to drown out and it felt like gravity was slowly warping around him. He was having some sensation of vertigo, but it was more extreme than that. It was almost like the world were spiraling. He felt light and hollow. He felt as if he were high on something (not that the young Nimbus could really relate to being high at all).

“Nimbus!”
He heard the words and it snapped him back to reality. He looked over to see his father running over with some others..? Probably. His vision started to turn red before long and he felt a sharp pain hit his chest. He buckled, putting his small hand to his chest and doubling over, watching blood rush from his eyes as tears. It was coming from his nose, ears and the corners of his eyes. As if struck with a hammer, his head started to hurt next. The pain was so bad that it dropped him to the floor.

For a few minutes he felt the pain spread from his chest and head to the rest of his body, paralyzing him. He couldn’t feel his father lift him up or hear the “Are you alright?”. Before long, he was unconscious.

The side effect has many names, however on Eden it was called Overlimit. It was when a mage assimilated raw elements into their bodies at large amounts to greatly increase their strength, magical power, health and mental capacity. There is a large potential for the Overlimit, his mother had explained, however there is a recoil. When it was explained to Nimbus an example with a balloon and sheet of plastic was used. The plastic, his mother told him, represented the body of the user and the balloon the Overlimit effect. She explained that the air she would blow into the balloon is the natural element being assimilated and she blew up the balloon. As she blew up the balloon the plastic sheet that was his body stretched. She explained that stretching the “body” resulted in “tears” and “stress” from the inflation. This would mean one would die after using an Overlimit, because they have pulled in much more than the body is naturally suited to accommodate. Overlimit Damage doesn’t always lead to death, but it almost always leads to critical injuries on the physical and mental body. She then continued to blow up the balloon until it popped. That, she explained, what happened to many of the mages on Eden when they dared to assimilate far too much power...Or power that cannot be assimilated. Lightning is one such element, due to its volatility. There has only been a handful of mages that have ever been able to use lightning based magic on Eden and, out of all Eden’s many generations, only 6 that have beena be able to use ambient lightning as a weapon or for an Overlimit. His father was one of those 6 and it was a skill he used adamantly during the brief loss against the World Eater near 35 years ago at the time.

For 3 days the boy was bedridden and, when he was allowed to leave his room he had to relearn how to walk and use his arms properly. Pain was forever a reminder of what he had done, but slowly it faded away. After about 16 days he was himself again and, when he was, his father decided it was time to teach him how to properly utilize his skills as to prevent such a catastrophe from happening again. Nimbus was hesitant, having endured the suffering of the Overlimit Recoil once, but he trusted his father and, honestly, he yearned for that feeling. That rousing sensation of the magic and the power.

His studies under his father were easier than the ones performed by his mother in that there were no tests, quizzes or hours of readings. However, it was more frustrating because they were practicals. He was given a task and had to figure out how to do that. When dealing with magic that you have hardly any experience with it was like trying to learn to write legibly with limbs he didn’t even know he had. It was always very frustrating and his father was typically quick to laugh at him, but he was encouraging and offered many hints, tricks and tips. His father was an incredible teacher. He was able to explain things that suited exactly how Nimbus was feeling. Nimbus was constantly reminded that his father was once an fantastically mighty mage and lost everything long ago. Nimbus sometimes wondered if his father was sometimes saddened at teaching Nimbus something he’d lost, but he never had the courage to ask his father something so personal for fear of his father saying yes.

A majority of his childhood was spent interacting with his friends, his parents, and focusing on his learnings. He was never truly interested in taking the path of being a Keyblade bearer, thus he never did. However, talk of monsters with wicked powers started to arise and he had to learn more and more about the teachings of the great Master Yuan Lao. At his father’s request, Nimbus would attend studies or receive some tutelage from Master Yuan in the aspect of magic.

The first time Nimbus met Master Yuan it was intimidating. The man was as hard as stone and spoke with a heavy, wise voice. It was hard to form words around the man, as if he were some nefarious villain about to strike Nimbus. Nimbus felt a strong desire to be respectful to this man as his presence alone was able to speak for just how important he was. Master Yuan was powerful, of that Nimbus could tell with a glance. Nimbus wanted to be that powerful. He wasn’t going to be a Keyblade bearer, however he wanted to be an amazing mage. He wanted to be as powerful as Master Yuan, however all with his own devices. He didn’t want Master Yuan to show him how to be strong...No. He would figure it all out. After his lessons with Master Yuan, which were invaluable, Nimbus decided he no longer would take studies after his mother and father. They were very proud.

~Teenage Years~
As he grew into a young man he focused a great deal of his efforts into Fire magic. It was the element he was best able to associate with, not to say that others didn’t interest him. He spent a great deal of time studying the history of Fire magic and Fire magic theory, as finely described in tomes written by his mother. He spent his youth furthering his skills in magic and, when he hit 14, he began using those skills in combat.

The black, shadowy monsters that were mere rumors before had started popping up on the far outskirts of Old Bastion. Nimbus dedicated his efforts and time to supporting a small regiment of warriors and mages that put their lives on the line to protect outermost edge of Old Bastion. It was unfortunate, however, that Old Bastion has a low population. Their efforts often were in vain or their effect too small to truly make an impact on the growing black, sloothy monsters and, due to their low numbers, there were often casualties. Only the Keyblade bearers were able to effectively and proficiently deal with the monsters and this put a large dent in the courage of many of the men and women who tried to fight with their own strength.

Nimbus never gave up, however. He believed in the strength and might of an individual. He was one of the ones that fought the hardest. He strived to destroy these dangerous, dastardly demons and used all the power he had to ensure that no lives were lost. His combat prowess escalated quickly as he gained a considerable amount of actual experience. As years went on he eventually decided to draw back to the castle and provide training and magical support to those that still wished to patrol the borders, but mostly it was due to their considerably low numbers that he was forced to retreat. There just weren’t many that called Old Bastion their home. Many could just take a ship and fly off to some other part of the Cluster and be safe. Not Nimbus thought. This was his home and he wasn’t just going to abandon it. He spent a lot of time trying to figure out just what the monsters were. They were very diverse and they were incredibly tenacious almost as if the people had done something to wrong them willingly.

~Currently~

Nimbus currently seeks to be rid of the black monsters. He’s grown now, having evolved into a talented mage, and wishes to continue his training as a mage while also figuring out the state of the world outside of his own world. He feels unrest rising around him and knows that something big is about to transpire. If something is to happen, he wants to prevent it. Nimbus refuses to lose his home as his parents lost their Eden. As such, he’d prepared to fight on any plane if it means uncovering this sinister darkness that is slowly creeping unto Old Bastion from the outside.

Other Notes: None

Battle Information

Weapons: None

Abilities:

• Fireproof - Cannot be burned or singed by fire magic. He is completely immune to being negatively harmed by flame based spells, attacks or naturally occurring fire. Is burn proof and maintains an equal temperature while under the effect of fire.



• Fire - Able to conjure flames and launch them at a target.


~Fireball: Supplementary application of fire. Able to create fire in both hands to create a moderately sized fireball. This fireball holds great destructive capability, able to burn and hit with some impact together. The fireball is a superheated flame, thus it is somewhat hotter than regular fire and greatly resists cold magic. The Fireball’s trajectory can be manipulated and altered.


• Fire Assimilation - Power to, willfully, absorb nearby fire into the body to bolster the power of spells. The increase of magical spells depends on how much actual fire is absorbed into the body. Absorbing fire also increases the magical capacity of the user, rejuvenating their lost reserves, and it replenishes health too, providing very minor healing even with large amounts of consumption. Fire Assimilation allows the user to draw power from fire and add that power to their own bodies. Unfortunately, this only applies to naturally occurring fire, and not magically created or supported fire, and it must be drawn from the source.



• Iceproof - Cannot be frozen, suffer from frostbite or suffer cold weather injuries. He is completely immune to being negatively harmed by blizzard spells, attacks, or naturally occurring cold. He maintains his regular body temperature even when in extreme cold and doesn't suffer from being cold himself.



• Blizzard - Able to summon magically frozen water and launch it at a target with some force.


~Icespike: Supplementary application of ice. By focusing ice magic in both hands he can create a large, longer ice spike that is made from condensed, focused cold magic. This spike can be fired out at a target. It consist of such a heightened cold that it is highly resistant to fire magic. It shoots swiftly and holds a great deal of penetrating power.


• Ice Assimilation- Power to, willfully, absorb nearby ice or snow into the body to bolster the power of spells. The increase of a spell’s magic depends on how much actual ice is absorbed into the body. Absorbing ice also increases the magical capacity of the user, rejuvenating their lost reserves, and it replenishes health as well. Snow, and snow specifically, provides better healing and can heal minor and some moderate injuries should the user be laying or surrounded by snow. Ice Assimilation essentially is a power that draws naturally occurring ice into the body of the user to draw power from and add that power to their self. Unfortunately, this only applies to naturally occurring ice and snow, and not magically created or supported ice or snow, and it must be drawn directly from the source.

Other Information: Possesses what is known as Overlimit. This is the power to bolster magical power by some means. Due to his magic type, his Overlimit is by absorbing natural elements, such as Fire and Ice, in their natural, unedited states. He can absorb the nearby fire and ice to bolster his own magic, however there is a limit to how much he can do this for. Without endangering himself, he could absorb fire and ice to double the effectiveness of his spells and, should he desire to triple or quadruple their effectiveness he will critically harm himself. That is the greatest limitations of his assimilation techniques. *A longer definition of Overlimit can also be found in the bio for additional clarification.

He cannot use his Ice Assimilation and Fire Assimilation on enemy spells yet.