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{{ Title Me ;; Zetsuei Ryuho
{{ Fingers&Toes ;; 7tEeN cold winter very very cold
{{ Gender ;; Male
{{ Liking ;; Homosexual
{{ Originate ;; Kjorla Mountain Range
{{ Sweet Home ;; Wherever a stranger will except a lowly traveler
{{ Celebrate! ;; The 29th day of the 12 month
{{ Race ;; Extra
{{ Build Me UP ;; Sweets, his few and very rarely met friends, the rebels who has volunteered their lives to help him, sweets, most of all friendship....and sweets chocolate weeeeeeeeeee.
{{ Tear Me down ;; Traitors, liars, those who would receive and feel no guilt, his life, not knowing what the future holds, having to make the really hard choices.
{{ Class ;; Summoner
{{ Magic ;; Growing up from a very young child in the palace of Oedeffes black magic has always been taught to him though he swore against it. Because of his refusal to learn the dark arts he trusted in the Eternity Eight for his aid. Many merchants and trvelers from the Land stopped into the capital and would show off spells they learned on their travels, Zetsuei always at the front of the crowd trying to see what he could learn from them
{{ Techniques ;; Telekinesis -which he will use mostly on the Eternity eight
Summoning -the Espers
Eternal Devout -allows him to heal all his teammates of all abnormalities but greatly wears on his body. If the wounds of his team are too extensive he can fall unconscious or die. He dose have the option of using this on one person that is dead but he has to give his life in exchange.
Premonition –These visions are uncontrolled and usually are incoherent with time itself. He can see the future or look back. Also these visions are only brief and sometimes do not appear to him in the true order of events. As the Rp moves along the Espers will teach him to control it as Thralla once did.
Eternal Connection –This power for now can only be used on animals and one at a time. By attaching one of the Eternity Eight in which bares the full spirit of an Esper within he can control the life of another, like telepathy. This power greatly wears on his body and mind, because he has to fight the being he controls for control mentally which is why he sticks to animals.
{{ Equipment ;; Eternity Eight- Jewels forged of pure Strae power passed down from Thalla to Laradon then to Zetsuei. When Thalla passed, the Espers within went into a state of hibernation and cast their spirits back into Illaran. Laradon, her son was only able to find one of the Espers resting place and plea for her aid which she gave. The Eternity Eight are believed to have unimaginable power when placed into the hands of one who believes in them. (More history of the E8 will be revealed as Zetsuei finds out himself them out.)
Ring of Illaran- Purpose unknown it just looks good
{{ Clothing ;; ;; Even though they are tattered and dirty from his first battle, he wears all white silken robes with golden thread lining with a sleeveless vest under and white harem (almost like) pants. Always dose he keep his hair pulled back into a neat ponytail even though hid hair might not be so neat in itself. When his father died he took the royal ring with the original seal of Illaran, from his dad and has wore it around a silver chain all his life in hopes that one day it will fit him.
{{ Tell a Tale ;; "Old age should burn and rave at close of day; light fade and slip away, as the time slips at the pass of day. The darkness holds and binds the evening sky, holding it hostage, as the day rolls by. Heralds of the light who have warned of the darkness, fly high, high and away as with the larks; only to return when skies have been purged and light rains upon the realm and their warning is herd. Once more and again the light slips away not only from on high but from your hearts I'm afraid. The darkness has consumed and devoured leaving none to tell the tale of it's passing hour, but my friends come now and join for the tables shall turn as with a coin. Rage now rage against the dieing of the light, look upon the skies and your harts with spiritual sight and give yourself now unto it's cause for who knows when, when, when all is lost."
-Zetsuei Ryuho
"Who, Who, Who can confess that they are wrong, for each of us are right in our minds, but still we are challenged on right and wrong by others who see differently. Who can call unto the world for aid and receive it without deny and with all haste, who? Who can look upon this world and say until themselves that they are truly superior to all other who may oppose? Is it queen of country, Duke of Manor, Lord of halls who can ask answer these questions with all honesty and find themselves answering them, "Yes it is I". I have asked these questions unto the crowds of man and shunned I was and crucified in their hearts and was cast down back to the place from which I came, but no I feel no regret for I have herd the whispers in the wind. I have seen the good power that comes from the people I have seen the evils that come from power of the courts. I have infiltrated their fortress and seen with my own eyes 'justice'. I have come too far to be detoured I have journeyed from earth to see and from earth to sky I have met many people of different faiths and spoke to them in their native tongue as a guest in their home. The people of the skies have shunned the land dwellers as they did me for believing differently, for standing and not bowing to the evils that have changed Illaran.
I am the son and the heir though I am flesh and blood as are you. I am Zetsuei Ryuho son of Laradon and Heir to the throne of Illaran for it is I who hold the Eternity Eight. I have crawled along the ground beaten and tattered and I have danced in the most grand of halls in silk and cotton, truly I have met all aspects of life and seek now something more something I was destined to accomplish for as I was just a lad my father spoke words of kindness in his constant war. Though his hands were always course and rough from his many battles his words were always soft and gentle even though age has stripped me of my memory I can never forget his face. Now I ride into the light seeking truth and where only lies exist."
Zetsuei was born among the rebellion in its beginning stages, never to even hear of his mother, to the man he called Dad Sir Laradon son of the former queen and heir to her throne before the rising of Oedeffes. Zetsuei had had his share of blood shed and battle and many times fought in them. His father acquired a rare set of jewels from the queen which he used as a weapon in his every battle. These Jewels, commonly known amongst the rebel forces back then as the Eternity Eight, knew no match when in the hands of Laradon. It was said the queens highest of mages in efforts to protect her gave their lives and turned their very souls into raw Stare energy which crystallized into spheres that resembled perfectly cut diamonds, and held the the power of Espers more powerful then that of a normal Esztra. Zetsuei grew up as a nomad constantly moving around to escape the reaches of Oedeffes sometimes going days without food.
Seven winters came, making Zetsuei seven, and on the seventh Zetsuei's whole life flipped for the worst. In the dRee forest, their party was ambushed with overwhelming odds unfortunately not in their favor the battle lasted for weeks women and children were slain some hung from the branches of trees, Laradongave it his all for his people and his son, with everything he had and more but it was not enough. On the last day of the battle Laradon fell as did the Eternity eight the once flawless jewels blood stained. Zetsuei hide in the trees as he watched his father fall. Not knowing what he was doing he held out his hand and called for the Eternity Eight and they came to his hand, alone, a signal glistening tear fell from his eyes purified the jewels and in one final blast made a clearing in the forest the size of a city.
Weeks after the battle Zetsuei found himself in a bright room which flourished in paintings and beautiful design. He was in the Palace of
the sky and he was treated like royalty. The Ruler of this Domain had bent himself on obtaining the power that destroyed his army. All he'd have to do is hold out his hand and strip the Zetsuei of the Jewels but there was a problem the Jewels disappeared after the battle and Zetsuei never remembered having them in fact he barely remembered his own name. As Zetsuei grew older in the city of Trindl he was respected as the Oedeffes son and heir until a day came on his thirteenth year of life when the Eternity Eight reemerged when he was surrounded by thieves, if seemed all time sensed to move as Her voice called out to all, Zetsuei vaguely remembered the sound of the voice and could only smile when hearing it again. The eight protected him and he escaped with his life that day. Again Time continued but thinking of Her whispers in the wind Zetsuei began to renounce Oedeffes' ways and began to speak to the people about how something was terribly wrong."On my Seventeenth birthday I arose room a deep sleep and was taken up before Oedeffes' throne and was changed with treason in the house of his majesty, the only punishment death. Again the Eternity Eight came to my aid when my back was against the wall and that day I did battle with the King in attempts of an assassination with all my might I called to the eternity eight and one of the Esper who protected Her came to me and spoke and announced that I would live this day. I remember the original royal seal of Illaran appeared upon my forehead and below my feet, as the skies darkened. Oedeffes was unable to touch me with his dark magic, a woman appeared before me and fought for me using a wall of water to protect me though I could feel her pain and she mine, we were one, connected by the eight and when I awoke......"
{{ Hold a Mirror ;; I am truly no longer sure sometimes I can barely remember my name. I am a closed person I they to keep to myself as much as I can, if there is one thing his royal pain in the a** has taught me is that the enemy will attack and destroy at the slightest sign of weakness of distress. I am a master at disguising my true feelings, I can smile when there is nothing to smile about. I have gone through hell and high waters to get to where I am and I will stop at nothing to see to it that justice again looks down on all for none are above, something that Thalla believed wholeheartedly
Everyone has a side of them they fear to show, many reasons could cause a persons to hide themselves within the depths of their own minds only to find themselves a convert. Conversion to what others want you to be, I should know, living in the palace in the sky city all those years stole from me my voice for now I can no longer speak freely only what others expect me to say. “Truly have I displeased the people by telling them what they want to hear, instead of what I know to be truth?” I asked myself this for many years until the day of my trial it was then that I decided to show myself once more as another guy who can speak freely laugh and play jest with friends and never lose my virtue. I have walked with kings and lost the common touch, but I have been freed.
I have been called the younger brother by many though I will never act like one, over the years I guess you could say my heart has become so hardened from needing to be herd that I can’t bare not having complete control. Though those who have stood up to me as a friend and put me in my place I truly give my blessing for sometimes I guess I need t relax but if everything is not proper and in order I can get a little agitated at times and you will learn not to take kindness for weakness.
{{ Political Standpoint ;; I am on the side of righteous, praise be to Thralla.
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R o n i n
{{ Title Me ;; Reo Kurisutofu
{{ Fingers&Toes ;; One and Twenty.
{{ Gender ;; Male
{{ Liking ;; Bisexual, although Reo has virtually no experience or knowledge in affairs of the heart.
{{ Originate ;; Rastrebin
{{ Sweet Home ;; Ostrella
{{ Celebrate! ;; December 21st.
{{ Race ;; Elvaan
{{ Build Me UP ;; Swords
Bravery
Legends and Myths
Heroism
Berries
Nature
Traveling
{{ Tear Me down ;; Being called 'Healer'
Heights
Lies
Peace and quiet
Routine
Dirt
{{ Class ;; White Mage
{{ Magic ;; Cure, Scan, Protect, Shell, and Antidote. Your typical White Magic. Useful, as far as it goes, but not nearly as flashy or as impressive as Reo would like.
{{ Techniques ;; Clockwork eyes: Although Reo has suffered from poor eyesight for most of his young live, the few things he could see well he saw very well, being able to understand an object just from looking at it. Whereas most people would look at a table and see a table, Reo sees the screws, how they fit together, the stains on the surface, the scuffs on the bottom, and almost all other minor details. This ability proves helpful when metting new people and things as well, giving him a remarkable skill for assesment, something that would prove useful in battle, assuming he ever sees any.
{{ Equipment ;; Some heroes have massive, gleaming blades that shine with a magical fire as they cut apart monsters and villians, some have exquistely crafted bows with scores of lethal shafts just waiting to bite into enemy flesh, still others rely on extemporaneous weapons, using whatever is at hand to smite their foes.
Reo has a stick. A very good stick, he would say, but still, only a stick. Carved by the Elvaan himself from a tree that had been struck by lightning, it's not exactly a fordimidable weapon, but Reo loves it just the same. He typically swings the heavier, gnarled end about, but the bottom has been capped with iron, making it dangerous as well.
For defense, the young male is adorned with two simple bracers that have an added feature, suggested by Reo himself. Each one holds a single potion in a well-protected inner compartment, requiring only a bit of precise pressure and a turning motion to deposit the bottle of medicinal liquid into the wearer's hands. Unlike, the worn, naturalistic look of his staff, Reo keeps these well-polsihed and shined, much like the obsidian ring on his finger that protects him from nearly all poisons.
{{ Clothing ;; Reo's favorite outfit and the one he wars most frequently starts off with simple, sturdy brown boots, leaf-green pants that are neither too tight nor too diaphanous, and a brown belt with an impressively large golden buckle. Above that he wears a simple but high-quality white shirt underneath a vest of green with gold sticthing and buttons. Above that he throws a large green garment that is a cross between overcoat and cape, with sleeves adorned with needless metal buttons and a back that tends to hang and move about his legs as though it were alive. He keeps the whole outfit impeccably clean, valuing the importance that his apperance has.
{{ Tell a Tale ;; For the first decade or so of his life, Reo was nothing special. Oh, sure he was another aspiring Elvaan warrior, more concerened with swordplay and tales of adventure than the lack of inspiration that was gripping the world. Rastrebin wasn’t exactly known for the technological prowess of its inhabitants even before the Illaran seemed to give up. So when Reo’s thirteenth birthday came around and he could begin his formal training
to be a Warrior, he couldn’t have been more happy. In just a few decades, people would sing songs and write epic poems to catalgouge his many adventures and feats of strength, he would be the greatest warrior Dezv-nay, the world-had ever seen. There was just one problem.
He was rubbish. Just really, really bad. And it wasn’t for lack of trying either. The boy threw himself into his training with an eagerness and drive that many of his fellow villagers admired. He just wasn’t any good, which made his earnestness all the more heart-breaking to those responsible for his training. And so, about three months after he had started his training, Reo was told by his trainers, and indeed, most everyone else in the village, that he would never be a great warrior, that some people just had an aptitude for certain things and others did not. This was all explained in very calm, caring tones, with many soothing strokes of the cheek and heart-felt glances (at least by the adults of the villages, Reo's peers were far less forgiving). None of which made Reo feel any less miserable about the situation. His whole life, he felt, had been building to being a warrior, and now that dream was just gone. For a while, he resolved to train himself, to prove everyone wrong, but soon enough, the hours of solitary practice had revealed that he just didn’t have what it took. His body was strong enough and his heart willing, but he was simply missing something, that indefinable quality that we call ‘fighting spirit.’ So he languished in his village for a few years, living with his parents and wondering what reason he had to continue living. He had thought about maybe taking up a craft, of becoming an inventor. The village council encouraged this, as they thought it was something that could give the melodramatic boy something to be happy about. But there was always a warning in the back of this mind, a remembered phantom of a voice from when he had been young. A warning against Oedeffes, he who was responsible by law for looking at new inventions. So he abandoned that route, and for quite some time he lived his life with not a care in a world. He couldn’t invent, couldn’t fight, what point was there in going on? His body, once sculpted of showy (if ineffectual) muscles, soon turned to mere flesh and bones. His adventurous spirit, however, never truly died. And so, when he was seventeen, he managed to convince a friend of his to take him on a hunt in the nearby forest, something he had been wanting to do for quite some time. His friend finally agreed, if only to get Reo to stop bugging him, fairly confident that his ineptitude wouldn’t cause any problems.
But, of course, he was wrong. It was bad enough that Reo’s attempts at subtle movements were likely to make more noise than any animal they could come across, but he had a truly abysmal aim as well. So, in just a short amount of time, his friend had been gored and Reo was in quite a panic. And it was then that he discovered his natural aptitude. With his friend’s lifeblood spilling into a pool around his body, the young Elvaan found his hands inexplicably glowing as he attempted to fashion some sort of make-shift bandage. Remarkably, his friend's injury seemed to heal somewhat, right in front of his eyes. Of course his friend was still bed-ridden for nearly a month, but at least he was still alive, and more importantly, Reo felt something he hadn’t felt in a very long time: pride. However, despite the fact that most of the adults in the village were only too willing to tell him what a rare and important gift he had, Reo still couldn’t help but wish it was something a little more impressive. The thought of being a healer didn’t strike him as particularly heroic. But considering as it was a gift, the only one he had, he resolved to actually make something of it. So, he spent three years wandering around Dezv, gaining in skill in his talent, un-inspiring as it may have been, by traveling with whatever competent Swordsmen he could convince to take him along. At the age of twenty, he took a boat to the mainland, travelling to Ostrella with no more than his trusty staff and a pack of his few precious possessions.
He found the city to be quite entrancing, a multitude of people, foods, places and objects that was truly staggering to his young mind. Even more amazing, he was able to find something to cure his terrible affliction of the eyes, a remarkable device known as spectacles. With his eyes in working order again, and his mastery of healing magic progressing, the question of what to do next presented itself to the young Elvaan. He didn’t have an idea, to be true, but he had one desire in mind, to ascend to Saulmin, the beloved Sky Port that captured his eyes and heart every time he gazed upon it. So he found work healing the sick and injured and he also began to study medicine. His lessons were intermittent and at the hands of various teachers, as he only had enough coin for private lessons. Still, within a year he was confident of both his magic and his knowledge of the body and what might affect it disadvantageously. The Elvaan body, that is, the physiology of other races was still a mystery to him. But he was able to afford a trip to Saulmin, and that was enough for him. He figured it was as good a step as any to become someone of importance.
As a result of his studies Reo has become fascinated with potions, elixers and medicines of all kind. He's even cobbled together a make-s**t laboratory in the cramped apartment he calls home. Although he does actually have a degree of in-born talent for makign medicines, he still tends to have at least as many failures as he does successes. Small explosions and minor fires are common where he lives, and his hands are usually stained with the residue of his latest concotion. It is worth noting that although he one day wishes to be skilled enough to actually sell some of the things he makes, he insists on testing them on himself. Although this has helped heal a few minor injuries of his, it has also resulted in dizzying spells, blackouts, a strange affinity for garlic, a certian twitchy quality, and abnormally strong fingernails. Like everything else with the young Elvaan, it's a work in progress.
{{ Hold a Mirror ;; At heart, Reo’s still a child, obsessed with the idea of becoming a great hero. Vain? Yes. Naïve? Definitely. But still, his heart was in the right place, most of the time. Over his short life, he’s had most of his hope beaten out of him by his failure to amount to anything as a swordsman, but what little of it remained seemed to gain in strength when he discovered his propensity for magic. As such, he has an undying spirit, the belief that anything that can be made wrong can be made right again, no matter how arduous a process it might be. He yearns for adventure in his life, and because he has yet to really find any, he likes to over-exaggerate his daily life. A simple trip to the market becomes a thrilling tale of derring-do, avoiding unruly shoppers and engaging in nerve-wracking negotiations with shrewd shop-keepers for the best price. Reo is the kind of person who believes in doing something all the way or not at all, never compromising or backing down from his ideals. Still, despite his own less-than-realistic views on life, he still tends to be fair in his judgments of people, caring not for a person’s race or motivations, but simply for their merit. Heroes are what they are because they do things no one else could, because they stare the horrors of Illaran in the eye and never blink, and these are traits young Kurisutofu wishes to emulate.
It is worth nothing that most heroes didn’t get that way by trying, rather being thrust into amazing circumstances and having the gumption to come out and top. Reo is not that way at all. He goes looking for trouble and adventure, although he seems to find only the former. Not that he cares, really, for in his mind, even having something bad happen to him is better than a dull, boring day. It’s probably these excessive beliefs that cause him to be a rather hard person to approach in anything approaching normal conversation. He’d rather discuss the long-ago exploits of Magog the Strong than the weather, or recite the names of all one hundred and one demons that the hero Mash banished back to the lower plains instead of talking about how his run-down apartment is in danger of collapsing. Still, despite all his lofty, goals, it’s the day-to-day things that seem to give him the most trouble. Other people find him to pretentious and needlessly talkative, often bringing up a tale of heroism and a heroic quip that has nothing to do with the current situation. He's a romantic at heart, nights filled with dreams of his perfect girl, a nameless beauty who would love him unconditionably and be loved in return by him. Of course, these simplistic fantasties haven't by any means prepared Reo for his interactions with actual women, and he tends to end up invariably flustered and embarrased.
As someone who's life is based around the practice of trying to become more than he is, Reo rarely tends to express his true thoughts and feelings. At least, if he has any say in the matter, his mouth has the annoying habit of blurting out whatever's on his mid whenever it is most inconvienent to him. When he needs to think of something witty and charming to say, it's silent as a grave, but when there's a chance to look like a fool, his tongue and lips work with a speed and precision that is quite startling. If he could use the not un-impressive brains he has, Reo would just keep his mouth shut and come off as the silent dependable type. But there's no chance of that. But still, there's something of a hero in him. He's brave, almost foolishly so at point, honest, upstanding, and with an undeniable morality that has guided his life for years. His judgment may not be the most discerning thing, but once he has deduced just what is right and what is wrong, there is little chance he will choose anything but right.
{{ Political Standpoint ;; If it hadn't been for the warning he recieved lo, those many years ago, Reo would probably be one of Oedeffes' staunchest supporters, for the man's well-known actions are nothing short of miraculous. As it is, he respects Oedeffes and his ingeniuty, but he can't help shape the feeling that maybe Illaran's people shouldn't be resting all of their hopes on one man. It's the greatest of heroes that teach others to do as they do, not just help them when they are weak.
{{ Theme Song ;; "Owner of a Lonely Heart" by Yes
{{ Username ;; R o n i n.
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