Alistair stands at a height of 6 foot 2 inches with a caucasian white skintone. Possessing heterochroma, he has one blue left eye and one green right eye. As for his hair, he supports a long set of dark purple slightly spiked waist length hair with white and black highlights which flows behind him like a tail almost.
As for his clothing, he usually adorns himself with a sleeveless jet black turtleneck shirt which is tucked into his trousers. Along his arms, is plated magic steel, which is as lightweight as paper, giving him enhanced protection on his arms and shoulders without reducing his combat efficiency. On his right arm is a small orb along the wrist, which is his magic grappler.
As for his lower clothing, Alistair wears a pair of long white trousers and a pair of knee length heavy black boots. For accessories, he wears a fake mechanical cow shaped tail which is covered with furs to give the appearance of a cows tail.
Emblem location/color: His emblem is located on the throat of his neck, and is coloured white on the outside and black on the trident.
Years in Guild: 4
Magic Type: Holder
Magic Style: Celestial Spirit Wizard
Spells/Keys: Gold - Gate of the Golden Bull Key - Taurus Gold - Gate of the Archer - Sagittarius Silver - Gate of the Bear Cub Key - Polaris Silver - Gate of the Clock Key - Horologium Silver - Gate of the Southern Cross Key - Crux
Bio:
What can I say about myself? I grew up unhappily. For me, I was one of the unlucky people, a person who grew up in a life of dirt and general unhappy suffering. A silly child who could have became much worse were it not the day I encountered the keys.
You see, I grew up with my parents in a town far away from many of the glorious cities of our world, magic sure was thick in the air, but not many people could use it effectively where I lived. I worked at forced labour, it was easy enough if you kept yourself determined to survive. As for who I worked for? The usual scumbags. Greedy rich folk who enjoy abusing people and raking in the profits for themselves. On the outside the town was peaceful, lush green trees and fields, but inside the town was hidden anxiety and fear, and I felt it through much of my childhood.
When you live in a town where everyone is miserable and you get occasionally beaten, you tend to lose a lot of hope. I was sick of being forced around like a slave, I didn't desire this, and I wished that I would never have to experience it at all. I stole some rope, tied it near the biggest tree i could find, and intended to end my suffering there on the lush beautiful hills which should be spread with joy, not sadness... That's when I heard a voice, a mans, i thought, pleading me, inside my head to stop.
I questioned the voice, and he beckoned me down, beside the tree laid a golden key, beautiful in all its glory, I had never seen anything like it. Lifting it up, the voice was more clear. It called itself out as Taurus... A Celestial spirit... It could sense my angst and desired to know more. When i told him of my pain, and what had happened, he gave me the opportunity to make a contract, and he would help me save my family and the town from these monsters. How could I say no? We came to terms on the dates, and with that, our pact was assured.
I used taurus and laid waste to the bastards holding the town under leash and collar, and struck fear into the men and women who were against us. Even against such powerful odds, I stayed strong, and struck down the oppression holding my town. unfortunately, I passed out afterwards. Upon awakening, I was congratulated by the townfolk, and after seeing my deeds, they passed me three silver keys and a pair of dual swords, Lux and Umbra, my father and mothers own, apparently they were in the possession of the fiends. They wanted me to grow stronger and desired me to make the town proud elsewhere. I accepted, I took those three silver keys and left, to save others of my own free will, teaching myself to attack with the swords I was given along the way, i lived by myself, and grew accustomed to the wilderness. I met my own little companion too, a ringtail. I decided to name him Bastion, after my father.
People heard of me on the roads, some kid beating up assholes on the roads like some form of vigilantee hero. I didn't realise how much I was at risk, but I eventually, two years later bit off more than I could chew when a powerful wizard attacked me, intent on stealing my keys, but before the wizard could do serious harm, A member of Silver Trident saved me and nursed me to health back in their guild. As a thanks, and for my own protection, I sought refuge in their guild and became a member, at 14.
The years went by pretty innocently enough, I met wonderful people and grew attached to everyone pretty easily, whilst continuing to studying the art of swordplay. My personality became more upbeat, I started to enjoy life, and live it to the fullest, and thus, improved. During a competition on one of my missions, I managed to win first place in a competition of skill involving my swords, granting me the Golden key of the archer! Aside from that, nothing very eventful! And now we're here today!
Personality:
A laid back, carefree and optimistic person who loves to be around people who like him, Alistair displays himself as always thinking ahead for people, and always on constant worry. He looks after his guild mates and makes sure everything is in working order. Willing to put his life on the line, he is respected for his happy go lucky nature.
Of course, in the presence of one of his certain spirits, Alistair becomes... A bit obsessive. He becomes overly energetic and constantly gawks and attaches himself to the spirit whenever possible, and hardly takes into consideration the world around them, as he becomes scarily enraptured in getting the spirits attention, much to that spirits comical displeasure.
Relationship?:
Nothing is really known about his family or anyone he knew before joining the guild, and he has no known relationships. Others around the guild who likes a relaxed, comical individual like himself would find themselves drawn to his casual attitude who prides himself on keeping people safe.
Equipment:
Grapplehook: A magic operated device which allows him to shoot a magic laso like hook from a small circular grey orb on his right arm to propell himself upwards to leap away from danger or otherwise reach higher distances.
Rapier: While he may be a celestial mage, he has trained in the arte of swordsmanship and always carries two rapiers on his person at all times, appropriately named Lux and Umbra. One is a glistening white blade adorned with angel feathers, with a light blue hue along the middle and the other is a pitch black blade, with a dark purple hue along the middle adorned with a wolfs emblem on the hilt.
He can either use one or the other or combine them together for a better movepool of dual bladed strikes.
Other:
One of the more comical traits of Alistair is that he possesses a rather unusual love and crush for Taurus, which to the spirits horror, ceases to slow him down from continuous denial, and is relentless in pursuing the spirit like an overly attached girlfriend. Hilarity ensues.
Alistair also possesses a pet, a ringtail named Bastion which sits sleeping mostly atop his head or on his back.
The longer he whailed, the more he heard a voice laugh out at him. Quickly raising his head fearfully he looked up to see his Shadow self, sitting upon an overly massive throne, the sparrow mask on his face and its body coated in dark ominous flames. The shadow grinned and wept as well, before he spoke with a sarcastic, mocking tone.
"Don't you wish you could be here, me?! We should be the ones who are perfect! But since that was striken from us... We should just die shouldn't we? Isn't that what you want? You don't have to hurt anyone else by being their friend, and you simply want to be the best! To rule over everyone and not be a nobody! You're unable to obtain that though, we both know that! We both know you're just a weak willed, weak minded, weak bodied little kid who gurns and cries and depends on everyone for ANYTHING! you're a loser! A wimp! A moron! Just another toy for everyone! Admit it~"
Johnathan wiped his eyes and sat on his knees, looking up at his shadow self. He never denied who he was, and in all honesty... He always knew he was weak and dependent on others. It's true he wanted to give himself to people, but only because he didn't want to be alone, didn't want to be left behind. He can't live without others. He knew this. Johnathan spoke up, crying as he spoke, unable to look away from his shadow counterpart.
"You're right... I am. I'm just a user who uses other people for my own personal gain... I'm too weak to do anything myself. I need others to do things for me or i'd die. You're right. I should die, and i'm too much of a coward to kill myself because I fear death, so I stick around, using others, while unable to give anything in return. So my reality is realised. I want to give up my life to make sure... That... That I don't hurt anyone else... and so i won't be used like a tool a- anymore... I'm a horrible person!"
SHADOW JOHNATHAN
The others who were not possessed by their shadows were able to hear the words of the real johnathan speak out from the shadows own mouth. Surprised by this, the shadow screamed in agony, and held its head with fear and guilt, squeeling in terror at the voice. Perhaps if the others talked to the shadow, Johnathan inside might be able to hear them. The shadow yelled.
"SHUT UP... NONE OF THESE ASSHOLES CARE ABOUT YOU! THEY WANT YOU TO DIE, THEY WANT TO USE YOU! They want to deflower you... JUST LIKE HE DID! THEY DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU!"
With that, Raising his crossbow up again, Shadow Johnathan shot a bolt for Kazuo once more.
*Roll = 10*
The bolt managed to hit him and evaporate into static, dealing a damage total of 20 points to Kazuo@Blu
Alistair stands at a height of 6 foot 2 inches with a caucasian white skintone. Possessing heterochroma, he has one blue left eye and one green right eye. As for his hair, he supports a long set of dark purple slightly spiked waist length hair with white and black highlights which flows behind him like a tail almost.
As for his clothing, he usually adorns himself with a sleeveless jet black turtleneck shirt which is tucked into his trousers. Along his arms, is plated magic steel, which is as lightweight as paper, giving him enhanced protection on his arms and shoulders without reducing his combat efficiency. On his right arm is a small orb along the wrist, which is his magic grappler.
As for his lower clothing, Alistair wears a pair of long white trousers and a pair of knee length heavy black boots. For accessories, he wears a fake mechanical cow shaped tail which is covered with furs to give the appearance of a cows tail.
Emblem location/color: His emblem is located on the throat of his neck, and is coloured white on the outside and black on the trident.
Years in Guild: 4
Magic Type: Holder
Magic Style: Celestial Spirit Wizard
Spells/Keys: Gold - Gate of the Golden Bull Key - Taurus Gold - Gate of the Archer - Sagittarius Silver - Gate of the Bear Cub Key - Polaris Silver - Gate of the Clock Key - Horologium Silver - Gate of the Southern Cross Key - Crux
Bio:
What can I say about myself? I grew up unhappily. For me, I was one of the unlucky people, a person who grew up in a life of dirt and general unhappy suffering. A silly child who could have became much worse were it not the day I encountered the keys.
You see, I grew up with my parents in a town far away from many of the glorious cities of our world, magic sure was thick in the air, but not many people could use it effectively where I lived. I worked at forced labour, it was easy enough if you kept yourself determined to survive. As for who I worked for? The usual scumbags. Greedy rich folk who enjoy abusing people and raking in the profits for themselves. On the outside the town was peaceful, lush green trees and fields, but inside the town was hidden anxiety and fear, and I felt it through much of my childhood.
When you live in a town where everyone is miserable and you get occasionally beaten, you tend to lose a lot of hope. I was sick of being forced around like a slave, I didn't desire this, and I wished that I would never have to experience it at all. I stole some rope, tied it near the biggest tree i could find, and intended to end my suffering there on the lush beautiful hills which should be spread with joy, not sadness... That's when I heard a voice, a mans, i thought, pleading me, inside my head to stop.
I questioned the voice, and he beckoned me down, beside the tree laid a golden key, beautiful in all its glory, I had never seen anything like it. Lifting it up, the voice was more clear. It called itself out as Taurus... A Celestial spirit... It could sense my angst and desired to know more. When i told him of my pain, and what had happened, he gave me the opportunity to make a contract, and he would help me save my family and the town from these monsters. How could I say no? We came to terms on the dates, and with that, our pact was assured.
I used taurus and laid waste to the bastards holding the town under leash and collar, and struck fear into the men and women who were against us. Even against such powerful odds, I stayed strong, and struck down the oppression holding my town. unfortunately, I passed out afterwards. Upon awakening, I was congratulated by the townfolk, and after seeing my deeds, they passed me three silver keys and a pair of dual swords, Lux and Umbra, my father and mothers own, apparently they were in the possession of the fiends. They wanted me to grow stronger and desired me to make the town proud elsewhere. I accepted, I took those three silver keys and left, to save others of my own free will, teaching myself to attack with the swords I was given along the way, i lived by myself, and grew accustomed to the wilderness. I met my own little companion too, a ringtail. I decided to name him Bastion, after my father.
People heard of me on the roads, some kid beating up assholes on the roads like some form of vigilantee hero. I didn't realise how much I was at risk, but I eventually, two years later bit off more than I could chew when a powerful wizard attacked me, intent on stealing my keys, but before the wizard could do serious harm, A member of Silver Trident saved me and nursed me to health back in their guild. As a thanks, and for my own protection, I sought refuge in their guild and became a member, at 14.
The years went by pretty innocently enough, I met wonderful people and grew attached to everyone pretty easily, whilst continuing to studying the art of swordplay. My personality became more upbeat, I started to enjoy life, and live it to the fullest, and thus, improved. During a competition on one of my missions, I managed to win first place in a competition of skill involving my swords, granting me the Golden key of the archer! Aside from that, nothing very eventful! And now we're here today!
Personality:
A laid back, carefree and optimistic person who loves to be around people who like him, Alistair displays himself as always thinking ahead for people, and always on constant worry. He looks after his guild mates and makes sure everything is in working order. Willing to put his life on the line, he is respected for his happy go lucky nature.
Of course, in the presence of one of his certain spirits, Alistair becomes... A bit obsessive. He becomes overly energetic and constantly gawks and attaches himself to the spirit whenever possible, and hardly takes into consideration the world around them, as he becomes scarily enraptured in getting the spirits attention, much to that spirits comical displeasure.
Relationship?:
Nothing is really known about his family or anyone he knew before joining the guild, and he has no known relationships. Others around the guild who likes a relaxed, comical individual like himself would find themselves drawn to his casual attitude who prides himself on keeping people safe.
Equipment:
Grapplehook: A magic operated device which allows him to shoot a magic laso like hook from a small circular grey orb on his right arm to propell himself upwards to leap away from danger or otherwise reach higher distances.
Rapier: While he may be a celestial mage, he has trained in the arte of swordsmanship and always carries two rapiers on his person at all times, appropriately named Lux and Umbra. One is a glistening white blade adorned with angel feathers, with a light blue hue along the middle and the other is a pitch black blade, with a dark purple hue along the middle adorned with a wolfs emblem on the hilt.
He can either use one or the other or combine them together for a better movepool of dual bladed strikes.
Other:
One of the more comical traits of Alistair is that he possesses a rather unusual love and crush for Taurus, which to the spirits horror, ceases to slow him down from continuous denial, and is relentless in pursuing the spirit like an overly attached girlfriend. Hilarity ensues.
Alistair also possesses a pet, a ringtail named Bastion which sits sleeping mostly atop his head or on his back.
I am doing good just it sad but watching a new show its really brining me up just...gonna cry river tomorrow I am sure...but taht still tomorrow... -prepares-
I dont know what its like just yet, and i hope i never do. Stay strong okay? :[ i cant imagine how pained you feel, but know i hope you feel better soon.
Any hopes i could reserve being a celestial spirit wizard? Also, any idea on the maximum number of golden and silver keys my wizard can have in the beginning? Out of curiousity.
Edit: im also guessing for spells as a C.S.W il just list my keys, i assume?
Arty Fox
