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ZapdosName: Shin'za Ze'Hav
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Veilborn, very similar to humans with the key difference of their skin being much more susceptible to the negative effects of the sun making them cover as much of their body as possible with cloth. As a result, their culture has been heavily skewed towards literal posturing and bold words to make up for the lack of facial tells. They typically have a graceful and proportionate physique, often with a slightly more delicate bone structure, their eyes are known for their vibrancy and intensity.
Appearance:
Under his cloth, he appears as a very tanned man with brown hair and red eyes, he stands at 5'9
Home World: Carnagoria, a ruthless place where might makes right, drown in conflict and violence, a planet where war has been measured, calculated, and exploited to be shared equally among all its inhabitants, weakness is pitied but the choice to remain weak is scorned, however, there is fairness inherent to the system, hate is not an emotion that many locals have for conflict is as natural to them as it is to breathe. That's not to say it is a bad place to live, peace is granted at regular designated intervals and the people are kind and generous during said times as it is impossible to deal intentional harm unto others.
The biggest reason why the system works in the first place is that the God worshipped on this planet imposed a rule when he bested all other deities who lay claim to it "Death is not granted, it is earned", death is unable to claim those who died struggling, it is only during times of peace that death is rampant and is the reason why the people look forwards to times of conflict. Those who perish fighting for their survival will reawaken on the next time of peace without a single wound on their bodies and they always claim that during that time they were feasting and celebrating in their God's domain, watching those still alive fight.
Patron Deity: Havokor, the god of Conflict and Struggle. Despite being metaphysically connected to the concept of "Struggle" one doesn't think that when they met him, fashioned on the style of clothing of the Veilborn he prefers to be merry and happy, there is no necessity for hate or conquest. Just the honest feeling of desiring something hard enough to fight for it.
Champion’s Blessing: Cimson Ribbonflame Armguards
-This blessing from his God manifests as an item, a pair of Armguards that allow Shin'za to produce red ribbons from his wrists and shins, this ribbon isn't actually blood nor cloth but rather something akin to dense air which makes it behave like cloth but without weight, very resistant to tearing but not towards cutting.
-These ribbons can be exploded and cause burning damage with a flex from the user (usually a pulling movement), the radius and force of the explosion grows with the distance it has from Shin'za.
-This ability's greatest weakness is the fact that if a ribbon is cut the separated part will instantly lose all its properties and vanish from existence.
Inventory: A normal sword and some spare clothes.
Magic: Cloth control: A simple spell used to mend clothes, Shin'za learned it to make his ribbons have extra flourish when he waved them. The cloth is not particularly fast and it can't strike with any real force.
Skills:
-Martial arts: It is no mistake to say that every citizen of Carnagoria possesses at least some passing knowledge of martial arts, even if most of them are self-taught.
-Ribbon dancing: Shin'za biggest passion and the skill that allowed him to be noticed by his God. He is good at it and has trained most of his life using it.
-Basic weapon usage: Similar to martial arts is not uncommon for those of Carnagoria to just grab whatever they find on the battlefield to keep fighting.
Personality: Dramatic and egocentric are words that apply to Shin'za, speaking in an exaggerated manner and with very expressive movements he tries to form connections with others as it is custom for his planet, it is difficult to anger him and almost impossible to make him hate someone.
History: Life has been pleasant for Shin'za since the day he was born, sure being forced by the teachers to fight his fellow students by the age of 8 was a bother as it was being given a dagger and shoved to the battlefield by the age of 12, but despite those small hiccups he still lived a happy life, all thanks to his guilty pleasure.
Dancing with the ribbons his grandmother made for him.
One may wonder, why it is that his dancing passion was considered something he should keep hidden? After all, there are many people who dance as well, even entire schools dedicated to sword dancing or martial dancing, but the answer was simple, he just loved a dancing style that was peaceful -ribbon dancing- so much that he chose to hide during war times just to practice his dancing alone. Such a take was almost sacrilegious for his people, to not partake in conflict when offered was anathema to their way of life. When he was discovered by his people he knew that they wouldn't understand his dedication to his chosen path, that they would take him to some facility to be re-educated or just locked in a prison until he perished. He couldn't accept that so he did the same thing the very thing he tried to avoid, he fought, even after his right hand was cut, even after his left eye stopped working, even when he couldn't even recognize who was he fighting anymore, he kept going until someone did the unthinkable.
They set his ribbons on fire.
Whether by spell or with a torch someone had set fire to his most precious possession, and he had to let go of them as the handles became too hot to grab. At that moment he was presented with a choice, surrendering on the condition that his ribbons were saved or keep fighting what was sure to be a lost fight anyway. The smart choice would have been to surrender, to be rehabilitated by his people while being allowed to dance in times of peace, or even to learn a more martially inclined dancing style. He didn't, instead, he tied his burning ribbons to his wrists and lept into the fray once more.
To this day he has been unable of getting a clear answer from his God for why was he there, was it amusement or interest that had grabbed his attention, perhaps he sensed the conflict that was brewing and wanted to check it out, or was it just a case of focusing in the right place at the right time. Whatever the case the answer was the same, the God saw the pitiful mortal struggle to go against the system he had established, to confront the world to satisfy his own selfish desires... and he felt giddy for it. The manifested Armguards went unnoticed by everyone in the fight until the moment the ribbons exploded and then started reforming.
The new accessory abilities complemented his own style well enough to shift the rhythm of battle in his favor until he was the last man standing amid an army of corpses of his friends and acquaintances before succumbing to his own injuries. The next time he woke up during a time of peace he immediately noticed them and was informed that his struggle and determination had earned him the recognition of their God as well as the title of Champion. Giving him the freedom to choose he so desired but chaining him to his God's household.
Extra/Notes:
-Has a sweet tooth and a younger brother.
-He still has burn scars on his wrists.
-The Ze'Hav part of his name is the addition that marks him as part of his God's household
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Veilborn, very similar to humans with the key difference of their skin being much more susceptible to the negative effects of the sun making them cover as much of their body as possible with cloth. As a result, their culture has been heavily skewed towards literal posturing and bold words to make up for the lack of facial tells. They typically have a graceful and proportionate physique, often with a slightly more delicate bone structure, their eyes are known for their vibrancy and intensity.
Appearance:
Under his cloth, he appears as a very tanned man with brown hair and red eyes, he stands at 5'9
Home World: Carnagoria, a ruthless place where might makes right, drown in conflict and violence, a planet where war has been measured, calculated, and exploited to be shared equally among all its inhabitants, weakness is pitied but the choice to remain weak is scorned, however, there is fairness inherent to the system, hate is not an emotion that many locals have for conflict is as natural to them as it is to breathe. That's not to say it is a bad place to live, peace is granted at regular designated intervals and the people are kind and generous during said times as it is impossible to deal intentional harm unto others.
The biggest reason why the system works in the first place is that the God worshipped on this planet imposed a rule when he bested all other deities who lay claim to it "Death is not granted, it is earned", death is unable to claim those who died struggling, it is only during times of peace that death is rampant and is the reason why the people look forwards to times of conflict. Those who perish fighting for their survival will reawaken on the next time of peace without a single wound on their bodies and they always claim that during that time they were feasting and celebrating in their God's domain, watching those still alive fight.
Patron Deity: Havokor, the god of Conflict and Struggle. Despite being metaphysically connected to the concept of "Struggle" one doesn't think that when they met him, fashioned on the style of clothing of the Veilborn he prefers to be merry and happy, there is no necessity for hate or conquest. Just the honest feeling of desiring something hard enough to fight for it.
Champion’s Blessing: Cimson Ribbonflame Armguards
-This blessing from his God manifests as an item, a pair of Armguards that allow Shin'za to produce red ribbons from his wrists and shins, this ribbon isn't actually blood nor cloth but rather something akin to dense air which makes it behave like cloth but without weight, very resistant to tearing but not towards cutting.
-These ribbons can be exploded and cause burning damage with a flex from the user (usually a pulling movement), the radius and force of the explosion grows with the distance it has from Shin'za.
-This ability's greatest weakness is the fact that if a ribbon is cut the separated part will instantly lose all its properties and vanish from existence.
Inventory: A normal sword and some spare clothes.
Magic: Cloth control: A simple spell used to mend clothes, Shin'za learned it to make his ribbons have extra flourish when he waved them. The cloth is not particularly fast and it can't strike with any real force.
Skills:
-Martial arts: It is no mistake to say that every citizen of Carnagoria possesses at least some passing knowledge of martial arts, even if most of them are self-taught.
-Ribbon dancing: Shin'za biggest passion and the skill that allowed him to be noticed by his God. He is good at it and has trained most of his life using it.
-Basic weapon usage: Similar to martial arts is not uncommon for those of Carnagoria to just grab whatever they find on the battlefield to keep fighting.
Personality: Dramatic and egocentric are words that apply to Shin'za, speaking in an exaggerated manner and with very expressive movements he tries to form connections with others as it is custom for his planet, it is difficult to anger him and almost impossible to make him hate someone.
History: Life has been pleasant for Shin'za since the day he was born, sure being forced by the teachers to fight his fellow students by the age of 8 was a bother as it was being given a dagger and shoved to the battlefield by the age of 12, but despite those small hiccups he still lived a happy life, all thanks to his guilty pleasure.
Dancing with the ribbons his grandmother made for him.
One may wonder, why it is that his dancing passion was considered something he should keep hidden? After all, there are many people who dance as well, even entire schools dedicated to sword dancing or martial dancing, but the answer was simple, he just loved a dancing style that was peaceful -ribbon dancing- so much that he chose to hide during war times just to practice his dancing alone. Such a take was almost sacrilegious for his people, to not partake in conflict when offered was anathema to their way of life. When he was discovered by his people he knew that they wouldn't understand his dedication to his chosen path, that they would take him to some facility to be re-educated or just locked in a prison until he perished. He couldn't accept that so he did the same thing the very thing he tried to avoid, he fought, even after his right hand was cut, even after his left eye stopped working, even when he couldn't even recognize who was he fighting anymore, he kept going until someone did the unthinkable.
They set his ribbons on fire.
Whether by spell or with a torch someone had set fire to his most precious possession, and he had to let go of them as the handles became too hot to grab. At that moment he was presented with a choice, surrendering on the condition that his ribbons were saved or keep fighting what was sure to be a lost fight anyway. The smart choice would have been to surrender, to be rehabilitated by his people while being allowed to dance in times of peace, or even to learn a more martially inclined dancing style. He didn't, instead, he tied his burning ribbons to his wrists and lept into the fray once more.
To this day he has been unable of getting a clear answer from his God for why was he there, was it amusement or interest that had grabbed his attention, perhaps he sensed the conflict that was brewing and wanted to check it out, or was it just a case of focusing in the right place at the right time. Whatever the case the answer was the same, the God saw the pitiful mortal struggle to go against the system he had established, to confront the world to satisfy his own selfish desires... and he felt giddy for it. The manifested Armguards went unnoticed by everyone in the fight until the moment the ribbons exploded and then started reforming.
The new accessory abilities complemented his own style well enough to shift the rhythm of battle in his favor until he was the last man standing amid an army of corpses of his friends and acquaintances before succumbing to his own injuries. The next time he woke up during a time of peace he immediately noticed them and was informed that his struggle and determination had earned him the recognition of their God as well as the title of Champion. Giving him the freedom to choose he so desired but chaining him to his God's household.
Extra/Notes:
-Has a sweet tooth and a younger brother.
-He still has burn scars on his wrists.
-The Ze'Hav part of his name is the addition that marks him as part of his God's household
