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Duck and cover XD Here comes the boom!
Name: Leonardo bacano
Age:17
Gender: Male
Appearance:
History: His history is hardly anything of note, a though it is relevant that he has been training in another school. Her name was Maggie, she was a spear....Shes dead though. Leonardo just shrugs whenever its brought up. His skills are notable though, able to forge a false resonance and can handle most situations without batting an eye. Reading both his friends and foes alike he can anticipate the flow of combat and help plan the next move.
If you would rather the rex character for this slot I wont be bothered. I am just hoping to start soon :D
Age:17
Gender: Male
Appearance:
History: His history is hardly anything of note, a though it is relevant that he has been training in another school. Her name was Maggie, she was a spear....Shes dead though. Leonardo just shrugs whenever its brought up. His skills are notable though, able to forge a false resonance and can handle most situations without batting an eye. Reading both his friends and foes alike he can anticipate the flow of combat and help plan the next move.
If you would rather the rex character for this slot I wont be bothered. I am just hoping to start soon :D
Mr.M
Alias: Sadist
Position:Teacher, Psychology, Politics, History, and theater. (Battle strategy, danger-room scenario designer)
Personality: A man of many faces, his students see him as the stern teacher. A man how is dependable and always ready to answer a question. To his comrades, they see him for a loyal ally but with a bad habit. He thinks very, very,very lowly of humans. A victim of experimentation and abandonment brought about a vengeful blood lust. He is trying to work through it, but old habits die hard.
History: The older teachers and Headmaster of course know, but this information would never end up in the hands of a student. Weapon X obviously wasn't the only research going on, M-08 was used in the "Next" project. His power allowed him to manifest a type of string, but it was of pure energy. It would shock and or burn depending on the stress he was put under. Chemicals surgeries and stress. To try and steal and or augment his gift. Years past. Hellish years. Soon his string was a Chain, the researchers believed it was a mental imagination of what was holding him there. Originally it only reached 3 meters now could be pulled from him to a maximum distance of almost 18 meters! But after 15 he apparently began screaming for mercy, and at 17 went as far to plead for death. It would seem he is unable to faint while they are active. The other notable experiment followed soon after. Apparently he had been with holding his ability to bend space, similar to instant transmission but the scale was much shorter, in combination with his ability to put an edge on his chains.
As they began another volley of testing he showed just how much he could do. His bladed chains formed on the other-side of the glass, bouncing about as if a serpents in a nest of rats. Obviously they had safety parameters in mind for such an event. But again and again he showed just how much he was concealing. The two chains they had been made aware of had a withdraw time. The two that bust forth from his throat and chest seemed to have enough velocity to leave a Barrett longing for a handicap.
What happened after is obvious from the fact The project vanished, every last participant....
After many years, he has cooled his head to a degree and does not let the deeds of the weak measure the deeds of a race. But it is damn hard to just smile and press on.....
As mentioned in his history, His power is the ability to release chains from within his body. To help you grasp the process they follow along his veins, and are released through gaps on the underside of his wrist. The one that comes though his throat is actually tearing through the roof of his mouth, and the one in the chest is through a gap that formed in the center of his rib cage. The ones in the chest and wrist do no harm, but the one in the mouth is a bloody mess. It would seem in times of crisis he can generate more, but the effects to his form are more than just a little damaging. His fifth chain replaced his left eye, and it sits coiled within the socket. *eye patch for sure.*
These chains start out slender but once outside his body they expand and gain their metallic look, along with their electrical charge.
He can also send his chains through "Reality rifts" The chain passes through a bend in the spectrum making it appear to from from the air.This is limited to what he can mentally picture, but thankfully if he misjudges His chain just comes back covered in material of whatever he tried to send it through.
(Will draw him but for what an image cant convey, 6'1 180lbs. Eye patch over his left eye. Suit is set up for chains to extend from eye and hands, but chest and mouth are generally emergency use and particularly harmful. As such the suit was not designed for ease of access. He dresses the part of a teacher, button down shirts and ties. Should I draw him marvel esque or anime? Or do the happy meadium with xman evolution?").
Alias: Sadist
Position:Teacher, Psychology, Politics, History, and theater. (Battle strategy, danger-room scenario designer)
Personality: A man of many faces, his students see him as the stern teacher. A man how is dependable and always ready to answer a question. To his comrades, they see him for a loyal ally but with a bad habit. He thinks very, very,very lowly of humans. A victim of experimentation and abandonment brought about a vengeful blood lust. He is trying to work through it, but old habits die hard.
History: The older teachers and Headmaster of course know, but this information would never end up in the hands of a student. Weapon X obviously wasn't the only research going on, M-08 was used in the "Next" project. His power allowed him to manifest a type of string, but it was of pure energy. It would shock and or burn depending on the stress he was put under. Chemicals surgeries and stress. To try and steal and or augment his gift. Years past. Hellish years. Soon his string was a Chain, the researchers believed it was a mental imagination of what was holding him there. Originally it only reached 3 meters now could be pulled from him to a maximum distance of almost 18 meters! But after 15 he apparently began screaming for mercy, and at 17 went as far to plead for death. It would seem he is unable to faint while they are active. The other notable experiment followed soon after. Apparently he had been with holding his ability to bend space, similar to instant transmission but the scale was much shorter, in combination with his ability to put an edge on his chains.
As they began another volley of testing he showed just how much he could do. His bladed chains formed on the other-side of the glass, bouncing about as if a serpents in a nest of rats. Obviously they had safety parameters in mind for such an event. But again and again he showed just how much he was concealing. The two chains they had been made aware of had a withdraw time. The two that bust forth from his throat and chest seemed to have enough velocity to leave a Barrett longing for a handicap.
What happened after is obvious from the fact The project vanished, every last participant....
After many years, he has cooled his head to a degree and does not let the deeds of the weak measure the deeds of a race. But it is damn hard to just smile and press on.....
As mentioned in his history, His power is the ability to release chains from within his body. To help you grasp the process they follow along his veins, and are released through gaps on the underside of his wrist. The one that comes though his throat is actually tearing through the roof of his mouth, and the one in the chest is through a gap that formed in the center of his rib cage. The ones in the chest and wrist do no harm, but the one in the mouth is a bloody mess. It would seem in times of crisis he can generate more, but the effects to his form are more than just a little damaging. His fifth chain replaced his left eye, and it sits coiled within the socket. *eye patch for sure.*
These chains start out slender but once outside his body they expand and gain their metallic look, along with their electrical charge.
He can also send his chains through "Reality rifts" The chain passes through a bend in the spectrum making it appear to from from the air.This is limited to what he can mentally picture, but thankfully if he misjudges His chain just comes back covered in material of whatever he tried to send it through.
(Will draw him but for what an image cant convey, 6'1 180lbs. Eye patch over his left eye. Suit is set up for chains to extend from eye and hands, but chest and mouth are generally emergency use and particularly harmful. As such the suit was not designed for ease of access. He dresses the part of a teacher, button down shirts and ties. Should I draw him marvel esque or anime? Or do the happy meadium with xman evolution?").
Lol thats the equivalent of going no offense you suck :D
Whats wrong with it. As I don't see the problem. Not saying its perfect but my ability to understand grammar is limited :D I will adjust it as needed.
Whats wrong with it. As I don't see the problem. Not saying its perfect but my ability to understand grammar is limited :D I will adjust it as needed.
I was working on one for you as well. You just gave me a lot less to go on. Making a meister to compliment that is a tad harder.
Actually am I allowed 2?
Actually am I allowed 2?
I used flee XD
Static livesssss
Static livesssss
I am working on it, I was trying to finish Haunter first. Then like 9 more pokemon attacked me in the tall grass and I was like o.o
Name: Zubuzi mymoka
Age:15
Gender:female
Appearance: .
History:
Zubuzi is from a long line of weapons. Trained in combat practically since she leaves the womb! In her early years her Grandfather was a driving force, being a notorious demon arm, he had brought great shame on the family. Determined to surpass his power she did anything to gain an edge, she challenged her father every day! Challenges in any feat of strength or skill! They began to ambush one another a silly game between father and daughter, as she grew in age the game got more and more serious. However she never landed a blow her father was far to skilled. She honed her edge to make no sound, her breath to be ever still! Yet still she always was deflected, her father was the greatest weapon she had ever known. Less than 4 months ago, she claimed her first and only victory to her father....
Her father was a man of some importance within the political circles of weapon and meister. Of enough importance it would seem to be poisoned. As she dropped down upon him, she even said good morning! She was preparing her mind to react to the counter and spar in their normal fashion.But her next memory was her blade sinking straight into her fathers spine, the distinct sound of her perfect blade sliding through flesh as if it was sliding into a sheath. The immidate feeling of tears, the terror, the anger overwhelming emotions. And her fathers words. "That was a beautiful strike, but remember to work on the heart rate. I can feel yours racing before I enter the room. Ha ha..."
He knew she was there so why enter? Did he want her to kill him? Was it a test to see if she knew he was sick? WHY?! WHAT?
Obviously there is more to it, but her family keeps it hushed and quietly pushed it under the rug. Expelling the murder to the streets. Leaving her to grief in exile, it was an act of mercy that death invited her to the academy. Not that she much well had a choice.
Weapon-Form:Double sided glaive
Resonance: "Blood soaked blade" The glaive gains size, and glows with a "Dark" light. The energy it emits posions the air for friend and foe alike. In addition if the blade cut flesh the effect is intensified making it almost impossible to function. Likely there is room for growth but at the moment she is just as scared to use it as her opponent is to face it.
For Dante.
Age:15
Gender:female
Appearance: .
History:
Zubuzi is from a long line of weapons. Trained in combat practically since she leaves the womb! In her early years her Grandfather was a driving force, being a notorious demon arm, he had brought great shame on the family. Determined to surpass his power she did anything to gain an edge, she challenged her father every day! Challenges in any feat of strength or skill! They began to ambush one another a silly game between father and daughter, as she grew in age the game got more and more serious. However she never landed a blow her father was far to skilled. She honed her edge to make no sound, her breath to be ever still! Yet still she always was deflected, her father was the greatest weapon she had ever known. Less than 4 months ago, she claimed her first and only victory to her father....
Her father was a man of some importance within the political circles of weapon and meister. Of enough importance it would seem to be poisoned. As she dropped down upon him, she even said good morning! She was preparing her mind to react to the counter and spar in their normal fashion.But her next memory was her blade sinking straight into her fathers spine, the distinct sound of her perfect blade sliding through flesh as if it was sliding into a sheath. The immidate feeling of tears, the terror, the anger overwhelming emotions. And her fathers words. "That was a beautiful strike, but remember to work on the heart rate. I can feel yours racing before I enter the room. Ha ha..."
He knew she was there so why enter? Did he want her to kill him? Was it a test to see if she knew he was sick? WHY?! WHAT?
Obviously there is more to it, but her family keeps it hushed and quietly pushed it under the rug. Expelling the murder to the streets. Leaving her to grief in exile, it was an act of mercy that death invited her to the academy. Not that she much well had a choice.
Weapon-Form:Double sided glaive
Resonance: "Blood soaked blade" The glaive gains size, and glows with a "Dark" light. The energy it emits posions the air for friend and foe alike. In addition if the blade cut flesh the effect is intensified making it almost impossible to function. Likely there is room for growth but at the moment she is just as scared to use it as her opponent is to face it.
For Dante.
I feel bad with my single character *kicks a rock*
Jumping through the window shard closed the distance on her target, the man in the black cloak turned in shock as the glass shattered. He goes for a weapon within the robes! Shards is to fast shes already on him tackling the man suddenly to the floor. The man exclaims "The hell!" He would have likely said more but it knocked the wind from him. Shard rears back and then drives her fist into the floor beside his head, enough force to sink it into the materials. "Information on the spring gust now!"
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The man stares at the girl with a confused anger. "WHY DIDN'T YOU USE THE DOOR?!" Shard sits back pulling her fist from the ground. "I wanted you to know I was serious." Once more the man stares with both confusion and intense anger. "Are you just that irrational? What if I would have shot you?" Shard stood up allowing him to stand as well. "Look after what happened the Spring Gust skipped town, he went into hiding." Shards face shows her disappointment. She questions him further, "Can you give me anything to go on? Friends tattoos....His favorite food? Anything will help." The man simply shrugs, "All he said was he would follow the breeze." Shard can barely contain her happiness! She claps her hands and punches the man in the shoulder! "You where a ton of help!" With that she jumps back out the window....The mans shouting follows her down the 4 stories.
"Girl! START USING DOORS!"
Two days, two days! Shard had been looking without rest for one of the supposed family members, but all she had to go on was an alias. She had honestly neglected herself to an extreme at this point so a small reward for her determination was needed. After all she had finally found one of them, or at least a really big clue! The code of heading with a breeze means to a specific safe house! Shard stopped at this small store, snacks being its forte, seemed like the most adequate reward for ones hard work.
She looked about to make sure no one that would know her was around, and ordered something a tad bit girly. "A strawberry sundae. With extra everything...please." How many months had it been sense she had a sweet treat? Shard imagined the flavor the small strawberries dancing about happily on her tongue, the cream soothing away woes. Treating both hunger and thirst at the same time. Ice cream in general is amazing!
The beautiful mountain of Strawberry goodness was delivered to her little table by the window. A toothy grin appears on her face, "Today has been awesome!" Grabbing her spoon, she is just about to dig in. "Thank you for the me" she is cut off by a sudden flaming duck and cake to the face. The urge to cry is suppressed by the mind numbing anger. The duck didn't remain long enough to apologize! She just went back to her game in the street!
Shard shook her face semi-clean of cake, but crumbs and icing stuck here and there. She stood up and cracked her knuckles "I am calm. I am serene. I am calm. I am like water. I AM GOING TO KICK HER ASS!"
Shard bolts to the street, ready to kick the girls face in...But the situation seems a little bit more complex than she had initially anticipated. This all seemed a little unfair, the poor creature in the middle getting attacked by three others! The guns still smoking, and the sword of the samurai! What a interesting turn of events! Some cake feel from her hair to remind her that she was angry at the duck! Who seems to be a huge sword toting froo-froo girl! Ignoring the situation she shouts out to her!
"Hey duck girl! Apologize! And stop picking on the monster, a real fight is one versus one! You guys should man up!"
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The man stares at the girl with a confused anger. "WHY DIDN'T YOU USE THE DOOR?!" Shard sits back pulling her fist from the ground. "I wanted you to know I was serious." Once more the man stares with both confusion and intense anger. "Are you just that irrational? What if I would have shot you?" Shard stood up allowing him to stand as well. "Look after what happened the Spring Gust skipped town, he went into hiding." Shards face shows her disappointment. She questions him further, "Can you give me anything to go on? Friends tattoos....His favorite food? Anything will help." The man simply shrugs, "All he said was he would follow the breeze." Shard can barely contain her happiness! She claps her hands and punches the man in the shoulder! "You where a ton of help!" With that she jumps back out the window....The mans shouting follows her down the 4 stories.
"Girl! START USING DOORS!"
Two days, two days! Shard had been looking without rest for one of the supposed family members, but all she had to go on was an alias. She had honestly neglected herself to an extreme at this point so a small reward for her determination was needed. After all she had finally found one of them, or at least a really big clue! The code of heading with a breeze means to a specific safe house! Shard stopped at this small store, snacks being its forte, seemed like the most adequate reward for ones hard work.
She looked about to make sure no one that would know her was around, and ordered something a tad bit girly. "A strawberry sundae. With extra everything...please." How many months had it been sense she had a sweet treat? Shard imagined the flavor the small strawberries dancing about happily on her tongue, the cream soothing away woes. Treating both hunger and thirst at the same time. Ice cream in general is amazing!
The beautiful mountain of Strawberry goodness was delivered to her little table by the window. A toothy grin appears on her face, "Today has been awesome!" Grabbing her spoon, she is just about to dig in. "Thank you for the me" she is cut off by a sudden flaming duck and cake to the face. The urge to cry is suppressed by the mind numbing anger. The duck didn't remain long enough to apologize! She just went back to her game in the street!
Shard shook her face semi-clean of cake, but crumbs and icing stuck here and there. She stood up and cracked her knuckles "I am calm. I am serene. I am calm. I am like water. I AM GOING TO KICK HER ASS!"
Shard bolts to the street, ready to kick the girls face in...But the situation seems a little bit more complex than she had initially anticipated. This all seemed a little unfair, the poor creature in the middle getting attacked by three others! The guns still smoking, and the sword of the samurai! What a interesting turn of events! Some cake feel from her hair to remind her that she was angry at the duck! Who seems to be a huge sword toting froo-froo girl! Ignoring the situation she shouts out to her!
"Hey duck girl! Apologize! And stop picking on the monster, a real fight is one versus one! You guys should man up!"
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