GENERAL
Name:Zayn(zah-n) Reeves
Gender:Male
Age:15
Weapon(what kind):Blowgun
Has the ability to fire four kinds of darts(pressurized wave length):
Normal-A dart that has no special effect, it's like a normal bullet.
Poison-A dart that releases a lethal poison into the target. (The poison is really only lethal in large quantities, a target would have to get hit about 6-8 times before they are in any real danger.)
Sleep-A tranquilizer dart that will put the target out for about an hour.
Paralyze-A dart that will cause temporary paralysis where it strikes.
Souls Attained: 0
LOOKS
Eye Color:red-orange
Hair Color:Brown with red, yellow, and blue highlights
Skin Tone:Tan
Height/Weight:5' 11"/ 165 lbs.
Extra: His most distinguishing feature is his vibrantly colored bangs that swish out to the side.
PERSONALITY
Likes: Jokes, hanging out, sarcasm, fighting, high places
Dislikes: Alcohol of any kind, witches, animals
Hobbies: Carving, target practice
Fears: Letting someone die, being alone, small/cramped spaces
Quote: "I'll blow you away!"
Extra:Zyan is an outgoing person who always speaks his mind. He loves a good joke and likes to make others laugh, though his almost constant sarcasm and careless comments tend to get on others nerves more than anything. He has to make a joke of almost everything, in spite of the circumstances. He seems to lack the capacity to be serious.
When it comes to fighting he is decent at hand to hand combat and has quite a bit of endurance. He is also skilled when it comes to using the blowgun.
HISTORY
Birthplace/Home Town:Death City
Birthday:12/10
Family: Father(alive) and an older sister( dead).
Partner: None yet...
Life's Story:
Zayn was born and raised in Death City. His mother(African) died shortly after giving birth and his father(American) soon dropped into drinking. Leaving his older sister, a technician, to care for him. Though he often found himself alone, or with his drunkard father. He developed a warped sense of humor and had to make almost everything into a joke.
One day, at the age of 14, Zayn received the news that his beloved older sister had been killed by a witch. He cried on the roof, alone. Then he discovered that he was a weapon. It wasn't anything spectacular, he had taken up the hobby of throwing pebbles at anything that moved and one day he fired a dart, pressurized wavelength, striking down a bird.
From that day he decided to become a weapon at the academy. His goal to protect the world from the evil of Kieshins and witches.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
As they continued Layla focused on her surroundings more than her movements, letting her body move through the dance barely putting any thought into it. Layla did have amazing endurance, however she still did get tired. Her dance slowed to an elegant walk, her breathing still normal.
Layla had spotted the group of bandits before Dev had looked up to see them. Layla counted a total of six bandits, all directly in front of them. She dragged her foot, finishing a circle movement, in the dirt back to her other foot. Ignoring the loud complaints of the horses as they where stopped she turned her head towards her sensei as he asked her about the number of bandits. She nodded. "Six in total." She said, voice much more calm and serious than usual.
As the bandits began speaking Layla pulled a pair of kunai fro a pouch on her waist. She didn't think she would be needing her chain weapon for this fight. She waited, body relaxed, just standing there looking rather bored with the chatter. Though her heart was pounding with excitement.
Name:Zayn(zah-n) Reeves
Gender:Male
Age:15
Weapon(what kind):Blowgun
Has the ability to fire four kinds of darts(pressurized wave length):
Normal-A dart that has no special effect, it's like a normal bullet.
Poison-A dart that releases a lethal poison into the target. (The poison is really only lethal in large quantities, a target would have to get hit about 6-8 times before they are in any real danger.)
Sleep-A tranquilizer dart that will put the target out for about an hour.
Paralyze-A dart that will cause temporary paralysis where it strikes.
Souls Attained: 0
LOOKS
Eye Color:red-orange
Hair Color:Brown with red, yellow, and blue highlights
Skin Tone:Tan
Height/Weight:5' 11"/ 165 lbs.
Extra: His most distinguishing feature is his vibrantly colored bangs that swish out to the side.
PERSONALITY
Likes: Jokes, hanging out, sarcasm, fighting, high places
Dislikes: Alcohol of any kind, witches, animals
Hobbies: Carving, target practice
Fears: Letting someone die, being alone, small/cramped spaces
Quote: "I'll blow you away!"
Extra:Zyan is an outgoing person who always speaks his mind. He loves a good joke and likes to make others laugh, though his almost constant sarcasm and careless comments tend to get on others nerves more than anything. He has to make a joke of almost everything, in spite of the circumstances. He seems to lack the capacity to be serious.
When it comes to fighting he is decent at hand to hand combat and has quite a bit of endurance. He is also skilled when it comes to using the blowgun.
HISTORY
Birthplace/Home Town:Death City
Birthday:12/10
Family: Father(alive) and an older sister( dead).
Partner: None yet...
Life's Story:
Zayn was born and raised in Death City. His mother(African) died shortly after giving birth and his father(American) soon dropped into drinking. Leaving his older sister, a technician, to care for him. Though he often found himself alone, or with his drunkard father. He developed a warped sense of humor and had to make almost everything into a joke.
One day, at the age of 14, Zayn received the news that his beloved older sister had been killed by a witch. He cried on the roof, alone. Then he discovered that he was a weapon. It wasn't anything spectacular, he had taken up the hobby of throwing pebbles at anything that moved and one day he fired a dart, pressurized wavelength, striking down a bird.
From that day he decided to become a weapon at the academy. His goal to protect the world from the evil of Kieshins and witches.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
As they continued Layla focused on her surroundings more than her movements, letting her body move through the dance barely putting any thought into it. Layla did have amazing endurance, however she still did get tired. Her dance slowed to an elegant walk, her breathing still normal.
Layla had spotted the group of bandits before Dev had looked up to see them. Layla counted a total of six bandits, all directly in front of them. She dragged her foot, finishing a circle movement, in the dirt back to her other foot. Ignoring the loud complaints of the horses as they where stopped she turned her head towards her sensei as he asked her about the number of bandits. She nodded. "Six in total." She said, voice much more calm and serious than usual.
As the bandits began speaking Layla pulled a pair of kunai fro a pouch on her waist. She didn't think she would be needing her chain weapon for this fight. She waited, body relaxed, just standing there looking rather bored with the chatter. Though her heart was pounding with excitement.
