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 Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 10:24 pm
Pital is a continent and a Goddess, not a nation dear. If you could pick a nation please...
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 10:05 am
 IsrafelX __________________________________________________
【.main info.】
❖ f u l l n a m e: Israfel
❖ n i c k n a m e s: Ishmael Caelum
❖ a g e: Though he physically appears to be in his mid- to late twenties, Israfel was likely alive for about seven hundred years before entering hibernation.
❖ b i r t h d a t e: unknown, likely mid-summer
❖ g e n d e r: Male
❖ n a t i o n a l i t y: The Citadel
❖ r a n k: Student
❖ c l a s s: Elementalist
❖ f a c t i o n: ---
❖ t i t l e: ---
❖ b l o o d l i n e: Fallen
❖ s p e e d: 8 (9 while flying)
❖ s t r e n g t h: 5
❖ p l a y e d b y: Kitsune Creed
__________________________________________________
【.major info.】
❖ e n e r g y c o l o r: pale gray-blue
❖ e n e r g y r e s e r v e: 600
❖ e l e m e n t: Fire
❖ b a t t l e s t r e n g t h:
- Capable of flight (+1 speed while in the air)
- Wings can block attacks based on rank
- able to see energy (at higher ranks)
- +2 speed
- Immune to the fallout of his own attacks
- Capable of utilizing the four basic elements (may master his main element, fire, in full and master all other elements to the S Rank)
- Double energy
❖ b a t t l e w e a k n e s s:
- Generally intolerant of vestitors, vampires, and other ‘tainted races’
- Unholy techniques are one rank higher in damage
- Twice as long a time to heal
- Wings make his race obvious, especially to races with supernatural olfactory senses
- Amputating the wings is fatal
- -1 strength
- Can only use a staff as a weapon
- Using any sub-element skills will make him an ex-elementalist and lock him out of all class abilities
❖ t a l e n t:
__________________________________________________
【.equipment info.】
❖ w e a p o n (s):
❖ a r m o r:
__________________________________________________
【.skill roster.】
__________________________________________________
【.character description.】
❖ p e r s o n a l i t y:
- arrogant
- competitive
- curious
- dishonest
- blunt
- cocky
- careless
- energetic
- scornful of other races
- externally easygoing
❖ q u o t e: “Plan for tomorrow and Grix laughs.”
❖ h e i g h t: 7’4”
❖ w e i g h t: 285 lbs
❖ e y e c o l o r: amber-brown
❖ p l a c e o f b i r t h: Grix Continent
❖ t h e m e s o n g:
❖ b a t t l e t h e m e:
__________________________________________________
【.background information.】
He can’t say, with any real certainty, when he sprung into creation, whether he was a half-defined creature molded into proper form or if he was created from scratch, out of clay or cloud or flame and flesh by his god. Frankly, he doesn’t particularly care what his exact origins are; he’s content with the thought that he sprung fully-formed into the world one forgotten afternoon epochs ago, as Grix made him, with just enough savagery in his design to make his master clear to others of his bloodline. There would be no mistaking him for one of Pital’s attendants, or, Rykros forbid, one of Tyral’s.
Israfel’s origins are forgotten, but he remembers forests, sweeping primeval forests covering the mountains of the south. That was his purpose, simple as it was – to guard miles of ancient land against undue influence of other divines. Each of their creations had a role to play in this fledgling world, but there would be no imposition of artificial order in Grix’s lands. The core elements of the world obeyed his whims and were used both for sport and to rout the occasional undesired intruder – not that there were ever many. He was never told to act as an agent of chaos, never summoned to war when it began and tore the original god apart. He was more likely to test his speed or strength against the few dragons populating the territory than to find an intruder to vanquish. He lived like a minor god, master of his small corner of creation.
One night, only hours before dawn, Israfel detected a foreign presence on his soil. For the first time in months he was able to use his skills to their intended purpose – an incredible storm was raised, one whose winds would easily keep his quarry grounded. Even in a wholly hostile territory, his opponent gave him a fantastic hunt, one that left him victorious and satisfied when it reached its inevitable conclusion. He found his prey, a dark-skinned, tawny-winged ‘guardian,’ pinned beneath the roots of a tree. The angel was called Ra’al and was a servant of Rykort, and he had journeyed hallway across the world not on his god’s business but on a personal manner – something that necessitated hunting down one of the nomadic dragons currently roosting in the mountains of the South. Israfel, the servant of Grix, could find no crime in Ra’al’s intentions. Ishmael Caelum, guardian and godling of the southern forests, friend of the dragons, was not as forgiving. He drove the intruder from his lands and considered it a victory.
It wasn’t. Ra’al seemed to never be far from Grix’s territories, constantly attempting to evade the guardian and settle his blood feud. Every time Israfel met him, eager to prove his skill against an equal opponent. Eventually Ra’al tired of this endless, aimless chase. He was a hunter by trade, and after their numerous clashes he could predict the opposing angel’s behavior with startling accuracy. At their next skirmish he poisoned Israfel with a paralytic agent, one that left him indisposed long enough for Ra’al to hunt down his dragon. Before he left the southern continent, he had the decency to administer the antidote and wait for it to take effect – their duels were nothing personal, after all. (His thanks was nearly having the flesh boiled off his skull.)
By the time Ra’al began to visit the southern continent again, Israfel had recovered from his humiliation and greeted the agent of Rykort with surprising cordiality. He’d missed their contests of strength against speed, wit against instinct. His visits were infrequent by a mortal’s standards, with years between incidences, but Israfel hardly minded – he had all the time in the world. The other angel was almost like a brother, a friend whose appearance or mannerisms never gave way to time when even the dragons decayed.
Grix saw fit to create humans and the various mortal races that emerged from them, and though Israfel could never imagine why, he didn’t question the will of his god. They were stupid, stinking, short-lived creatures, ones who trampled through the undergrowth and prayed around the fire to crude idols and imagined demons. It took him years to learn to tolerate them, but eventually he acknowledged their… promise. They were flawed creatures, full of their own brand of chaos despite their attempts to order the world around them. They loved and fought and hated with as much intensity as the divines.
The next time Ra’al visited the southern continent, he lingered instead of returning to the islands; it didn’t take Israfel long to learn that his constant companion had somehow fallen in love with a human, a girl whose name he never bothered to learn. The idea amazed and revolted him – occasionally a human woman would be pretty enough to look at, but only for a handful of years, and then the beauty would shrivel when her body swelled to bring legions of progeny into the world. By the time they reached the end of their impossibly short lifespan, the last traces of their short-lived loveliness had been transformed into a mocking grotesquerie. Israfel kept his scorn to himself, observing their brief courtship silently, treating the woman with whatever false kindness he could scrape together. He wasn’t surprised to learn that their love only yielded stillborn, misshapen infants with sad, stunted wings and not even a trace of their father’s divinity. He said nothing when her beauty and grace inevitably withered. Ra’al was lucky – his mortal bride lived for almost seventy years. After her death, Ra’al returned to the lands of Rykort. Israfel made no move to stop him and wasn’t surprised when years melted together without sign of him.
He was restless, vain, prone to aggression without a way to expend his feverish energy, heavy with hubris. One of his draconian companions gave him the opportunity to release his god-given abilities, and he leapt at it: the dragon, a female named Tiamis, was crippled by a sea monster as she tried to return to the southern continent. Ishmael never doubted that he would be able to slay the creature, exact the sort of revenge that had energizd Ra’al.
He was correct in predicting that he’d be able to kill the leviathan – he boiled it right in its shell – but he didn’t garner any of the satisfaction that he’d been expecting – it was a stupid creature, only a beast, and there had never been any malice in its instinctual actions. He’d been incorrect in predicting the ease with which he’d be able to kill it – it left him wounded and weak, one wing crumpled and nearly torn off, drained of energy. Even back in the early days, when the blessings of the Creators were abundant and freely-given, Israfel’s race healed with painful slowness; wounds like his wouldn’t heal in any foreseeable future. Unless he wanted to spend lifetimes as a virtual cripple, his only option was to withdraw from the world. He and the dragon found an isolated cave deep in the mountain that would act as a temporary tomb. He hibernated.
Ishmael woke not to the summons of his god or Tiamis but a growl, a roar in the rock, as if the mountain itself was being devoured by some unimaginable creature. Not a beast, he later learned, but a drill, a massive hunk of machinery that mortals had been using to chip away at the crags. They needed ore, gold and copper and a variety of other metals, for the circuits that maintained their… Citadel. It was an entirely alien world to him, populated by races he’d never seen before and governed by laws and allegiances that he would never hope to understand. He was a whole being again, though, whole and yet diminished, wounds reduced to scars reduced to pale marks in his flesh, but sapped of the power he had once possessed, perhaps even drained of his divinity. Thoroughly, properly Fallen. Ishmael hoped he wasn’t the only one laughing.
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 10:16 am
Kitsune Creed IsrafelX __________________________________________________
【.main info.】
❖ f u l l n a m e: Israfel
❖ n i c k n a m e s: Ishmael Caelum
❖ a g e: unknown
❖ b i r t h d a t e: unknown
❖ g e n d e r: Male
❖ n a t i o n a l i t y: The Citadel
❖ r a n k: Student
❖ c l a s s: Elementalist
❖ f a c t i o n: ---
❖ t i t l e: ---
❖ b l o o d l i n e: Fallen
❖ s p e e d: 8 (9 while flying)
❖ s t r e n g t h: 5
❖ p l a y e d b y: Kitsune Creed
__________________________________________________
【.major info.】
❖ e n e r g y c o l o r: pale gray-blue
❖ e n e r g y r e s e r v e: 600
❖ e l e m e n t: Fire
❖ b a t t l e s t r e n g t h:
- Capable of flight (+1 speed while in the air)
- Wings can block attacks based on rank
- able to see energy (at higher ranks)
- +2 speed
- Immune to the fallout of his own attacks
- Capable of utilizing the four basic elements (may master his main element, fire, in full and master all other elements to the S Rank)
- Double energy
❖ b a t t l e w e a k n e s s:
- Generally intolerant of vestitors, vampires, and other ‘tainted races’
- Unholy techniques are one rank higher in damage
- Twice as long a time to heal
- Wings make his race obvious, especially to races with supernatural olfactory senses
- Amputating the wings is fatal
- -1 strength
- Can only use a staff as a weapon
- Using any sub-element skills will make him an ex-elementalist and lock him out of all class abilities
❖ t a l e n t:
__________________________________________________
【.equipment info.】
❖ w e a p o n (s):
❖ a r m o r:
__________________________________________________
【.skill roster.】
__________________________________________________
【.character description.】
❖ p e r s o n a l i t y:
- arrogant
- competitive
- curious
- dishonest
- blunt
- cocky
- careless
- energetic
- scornful of other races
- externally easygoing
❖ q u o t e: “Plan for tomorrow and Grix laughs.”
❖ h e i g h t: 7’4”
❖ w e i g h t: 285 lbs
❖ e y e c o l o r: amber-brown
❖ p l a c e o f b i r t h: Grix Continent
❖ t h e m e s o n g:
❖ b a t t l e t h e m e:
__________________________________________________
【.background information.】
He can’t say, with any real certainty, when he sprung into creation, whether he was a half-defined creature molded into proper form or if he was created from scratch, out of clay or cloud or flame and flesh by his god. Frankly, he doesn’t particularly care what his exact origins are; he’s content with the thought that he sprung fully-formed into the world one forgotten afternoon epochs ago, as Grix made him, with just enough savagery in his design to make his master clear to others of his bloodline. There would be no mistaking him for one of Pital’s attendants, or, Rykros forbid, one of Tyral’s.
Israfel’s origins are forgotten, but he remembers forests, sweeping primeval forests covering the mountains of the south. That was his purpose, simple as it was – to guard miles of ancient land against undue influence of other divines. Each of their creations had a role to play in this fledgling world, but there would be no imposition of artificial order in Grix’s lands. The core elements of the world obeyed his whims and were used both for sport and to rout the occasional undesired intruder – not that there were ever many. He was never told to act as an agent of chaos, never summoned to war when it began and tore the original god apart. He was more likely to test his speed or strength against the few dragons populating the territory than to find an intruder to vanquish. He lived like a minor god, master of his small corner of creation.
One night, only hours before dawn, Israfel detected a foreign presence on his soil. For the first time in months he was able to use his skills to their intended purpose – an incredible storm was raised, one whose winds would easily keep his quarry grounded. Even in a wholly hostile territory, his opponent gave him a fantastic hunt, one that left him victorious and satisfied when it reached its inevitable conclusion. He found his prey, a dark-skinned, tawny-winged ‘guardian,’ pinned beneath the roots of a tree. The angel was called Ra’al and was a servant of Rykort, and he had journeyed hallway across the world not on his god’s business but on a personal manner – something that necessitated hunting down one of the nomadic dragons currently roosting in the mountains of the South. Israfel, the servant of Grix, could find no crime in Ra’al’s intentions. Ishmael Caelum, guardian and godling of the southern forests, friend of the dragons, was not as forgiving. He drove the intruder from his lands and considered it a victory.
It wasn’t. Ra’al seemed to never be far from Grix’s territories, constantly attempting to evade the guardian and settle his blood feud. Every time Israfel met him, eager to prove his skill against an equal opponent. Eventually Ra’al tired of this endless, aimless chase. He was a hunter by trade, and after their numerous clashes he could predict the opposing angel’s behavior with startling accuracy. At their next skirmish he poisoned Israfel with a paralytic agent, one that left him indisposed long enough for Ra’al to hunt down his dragon. Before he left the southern continent, he had the decency to administer the antidote and wait for it to take effect – their duels were nothing personal, after all. (His thanks was nearly having the flesh boiled off his skull.)
By the time Ra’al began to visit the southern continent again, Israfel had recovered from his humiliation and greeted the agent of Rykort with surprising cordiality. He’d missed their contests of strength against speed, wit against instinct. His visits were infrequent by a mortal’s standards, with years between incidences, but Israfel hardly minded – he had all the time in the world. The other angel was almost like a brother, a friend whose appearance or mannerisms never gave way to time when even the dragons decayed.
Grix saw fit to create humans and the various mortal races that emerged from them, and though Israfel could never imagine why, he didn’t question the will of his god. They were stupid, stinking, short-lived creatures, ones who trampled through the undergrowth and prayed around the fire to crude idols and imagined demons. It took him years to learn to tolerate them, but eventually he acknowledged their… promise. They were flawed creatures, full of their own brand of chaos despite their attempts to order the world around them. They loved and fought and hated with as much intensity as the divines.
The next time Ra’al visited the southern continent, he lingered instead of returning to the islands; it didn’t take Israfel long to learn that his constant companion had somehow fallen in love with a human, a girl whose name he never bothered to learn. The idea amazed and revolted him – occasionally a human woman would be pretty enough to look at, but only for a handful of years, and then the beauty would shrivel when her body swelled to bring legions of progeny into the world. By the time they reached the end of their impossibly short lifespan, the last traces of their short-lived loveliness had been transformed into a mocking grotesquerie. Israfel kept his scorn to himself, observing their brief courtship silently, treating the woman with whatever false kindness he could scrape together. He wasn’t surprised to learn that their love only yielded stillborn, misshapen infants with sad, stunted wings and not even a trace of their father’s divinity. He said nothing when her beauty and grace inevitably withered. Ra’al was lucky – his mortal bride lived for almost seventy years. After her death, Ra’al returned to the lands of Rykort. Israfel made no move to stop him and wasn’t surprised when years melted together without sign of him.
He was restless, vain, prone to aggression without a way to expend his feverish energy, heavy with hubris. One of his draconian companions gave him the opportunity to release his god-given abilities, and he leapt at it: the dragon, a female named Tiamis, was crippled by a sea monster as she tried to return to the southern continent. Ishmael never doubted that he would be able to slay the creature, exact the sort of revenge that had energizd Ra’al.
He was correct in predicting that he’d be able to kill the leviathan – he boiled it right in its shell – but he didn’t garner any of the satisfaction that he’d been expecting – it was a stupid creature, only a beast, and there had never been any malice in its instinctual actions. He’d been incorrect in predicting the ease with which he’d be able to kill it – it left him wounded and weak, one wing crumpled and nearly torn off, drained of energy. Even back in the early days, when the blessings of the Creators were abundant and freely-given, Israfel’s race healed with painful slowness; wounds like his wouldn’t heal in any foreseeable future. Unless he wanted to spend lifetimes as a virtual cripple, his only option was to withdraw from the world. He and the dragon found an isolated cave deep in the mountain that would act as a temporary tomb. He hibernated.
Ishmael woke not to the summons of his god or Tiamis but a growl, a roar in the rock, as if the mountain itself was being devoured by some unimaginable creature. Not a beast, he later learned, but a drill, a massive hunk of machinery that mortals had been using to chip away at the crags. They needed ore, gold and copper and a variety of other metals, for the circuits that maintained their… Citadel. It was an entirely alien world to him, populated by races he’d never seen before and governed by laws and allegiances that he would never hope to understand. He was a whole being again, though, whole and yet diminished, wounds reduced to scars reduced to pale marks in his flesh, but sapped of the power he had once possessed, perhaps even drained of his divinity. Thoroughly, properly Fallen. Ishmael hoped he wasn’t the only one laughing.
__________________________________________________ Everything looks good but please provide at least a generalized age for him in both appearance and his real age. Other players may not know his true age, but this is an OOC application and we, as crew, need a more specified age at the time of submission. Thank you smile
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 10:38 am
Alright, no problem. c: Modified. Please let me know if there's anything else that needs correcting.
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 11:07 am
Kitsune Creed IsrafelX __________________________________________________
【.main info.】
❖ f u l l n a m e: Israfel
❖ n i c k n a m e s: Ishmael Caelum
❖ a g e: Though he physically appears to be in his mid- to late twenties, Israfel was likely alive for about seven hundred years before entering hibernation.
❖ b i r t h d a t e: unknown, likely mid-summer
❖ g e n d e r: Male
❖ n a t i o n a l i t y: The Citadel
❖ r a n k: Student
❖ c l a s s: Elementalist
❖ f a c t i o n: ---
❖ t i t l e: ---
❖ b l o o d l i n e: Fallen
❖ s p e e d: 8 (9 while flying)
❖ s t r e n g t h: 5
❖ p l a y e d b y: Kitsune Creed
__________________________________________________
【.major info.】
❖ e n e r g y c o l o r: pale gray-blue
❖ e n e r g y r e s e r v e: 600
❖ e l e m e n t: Fire
❖ b a t t l e s t r e n g t h:
- Capable of flight (+1 speed while in the air)
- Wings can block attacks based on rank
- able to see energy (at higher ranks)
- +2 speed
- Immune to the fallout of his own attacks
- Capable of utilizing the four basic elements (may master his main element, fire, in full and master all other elements to the S Rank)
- Double energy
❖ b a t t l e w e a k n e s s:
- Generally intolerant of vestitors, vampires, and other ‘tainted races’
- Unholy techniques are one rank higher in damage
- Twice as long a time to heal
- Wings make his race obvious, especially to races with supernatural olfactory senses
- Amputating the wings is fatal
- -1 strength
- Can only use a staff as a weapon
- Using any sub-element skills will make him an ex-elementalist and lock him out of all class abilities
❖ t a l e n t:
__________________________________________________
【.equipment info.】
❖ w e a p o n (s):
❖ a r m o r:
__________________________________________________
【.skill roster.】
__________________________________________________
【.character description.】
❖ p e r s o n a l i t y:
- arrogant
- competitive
- curious
- dishonest
- blunt
- cocky
- careless
- energetic
- scornful of other races
- externally easygoing
❖ q u o t e: “Plan for tomorrow and Grix laughs.”
❖ h e i g h t: 7’4”
❖ w e i g h t: 285 lbs
❖ e y e c o l o r: amber-brown
❖ p l a c e o f b i r t h: Grix Continent
❖ t h e m e s o n g:
❖ b a t t l e t h e m e:
__________________________________________________
【.background information.】
He can’t say, with any real certainty, when he sprung into creation, whether he was a half-defined creature molded into proper form or if he was created from scratch, out of clay or cloud or flame and flesh by his god. Frankly, he doesn’t particularly care what his exact origins are; he’s content with the thought that he sprung fully-formed into the world one forgotten afternoon epochs ago, as Grix made him, with just enough savagery in his design to make his master clear to others of his bloodline. There would be no mistaking him for one of Pital’s attendants, or, Rykros forbid, one of Tyral’s.
Israfel’s origins are forgotten, but he remembers forests, sweeping primeval forests covering the mountains of the south. That was his purpose, simple as it was – to guard miles of ancient land against undue influence of other divines. Each of their creations had a role to play in this fledgling world, but there would be no imposition of artificial order in Grix’s lands. The core elements of the world obeyed his whims and were used both for sport and to rout the occasional undesired intruder – not that there were ever many. He was never told to act as an agent of chaos, never summoned to war when it began and tore the original god apart. He was more likely to test his speed or strength against the few dragons populating the territory than to find an intruder to vanquish. He lived like a minor god, master of his small corner of creation.
One night, only hours before dawn, Israfel detected a foreign presence on his soil. For the first time in months he was able to use his skills to their intended purpose – an incredible storm was raised, one whose winds would easily keep his quarry grounded. Even in a wholly hostile territory, his opponent gave him a fantastic hunt, one that left him victorious and satisfied when it reached its inevitable conclusion. He found his prey, a dark-skinned, tawny-winged ‘guardian,’ pinned beneath the roots of a tree. The angel was called Ra’al and was a servant of Rykort, and he had journeyed hallway across the world not on his god’s business but on a personal manner – something that necessitated hunting down one of the nomadic dragons currently roosting in the mountains of the South. Israfel, the servant of Grix, could find no crime in Ra’al’s intentions. Ishmael Caelum, guardian and godling of the southern forests, friend of the dragons, was not as forgiving. He drove the intruder from his lands and considered it a victory.
It wasn’t. Ra’al seemed to never be far from Grix’s territories, constantly attempting to evade the guardian and settle his blood feud. Every time Israfel met him, eager to prove his skill against an equal opponent. Eventually Ra’al tired of this endless, aimless chase. He was a hunter by trade, and after their numerous clashes he could predict the opposing angel’s behavior with startling accuracy. At their next skirmish he poisoned Israfel with a paralytic agent, one that left him indisposed long enough for Ra’al to hunt down his dragon. Before he left the southern continent, he had the decency to administer the antidote and wait for it to take effect – their duels were nothing personal, after all. (His thanks was nearly having the flesh boiled off his skull.)
By the time Ra’al began to visit the southern continent again, Israfel had recovered from his humiliation and greeted the agent of Rykort with surprising cordiality. He’d missed their contests of strength against speed, wit against instinct. His visits were infrequent by a mortal’s standards, with years between incidences, but Israfel hardly minded – he had all the time in the world. The other angel was almost like a brother, a friend whose appearance or mannerisms never gave way to time when even the dragons decayed.
Grix saw fit to create humans and the various mortal races that emerged from them, and though Israfel could never imagine why, he didn’t question the will of his god. They were stupid, stinking, short-lived creatures, ones who trampled through the undergrowth and prayed around the fire to crude idols and imagined demons. It took him years to learn to tolerate them, but eventually he acknowledged their… promise. They were flawed creatures, full of their own brand of chaos despite their attempts to order the world around them. They loved and fought and hated with as much intensity as the divines.
The next time Ra’al visited the southern continent, he lingered instead of returning to the islands; it didn’t take Israfel long to learn that his constant companion had somehow fallen in love with a human, a girl whose name he never bothered to learn. The idea amazed and revolted him – occasionally a human woman would be pretty enough to look at, but only for a handful of years, and then the beauty would shrivel when her body swelled to bring legions of progeny into the world. By the time they reached the end of their impossibly short lifespan, the last traces of their short-lived loveliness had been transformed into a mocking grotesquerie. Israfel kept his scorn to himself, observing their brief courtship silently, treating the woman with whatever false kindness he could scrape together. He wasn’t surprised to learn that their love only yielded stillborn, misshapen infants with sad, stunted wings and not even a trace of their father’s divinity. He said nothing when her beauty and grace inevitably withered. Ra’al was lucky – his mortal bride lived for almost seventy years. After her death, Ra’al returned to the lands of Rykort. Israfel made no move to stop him and wasn’t surprised when years melted together without sign of him.
He was restless, vain, prone to aggression without a way to expend his feverish energy, heavy with hubris. One of his draconian companions gave him the opportunity to release his god-given abilities, and he leapt at it: the dragon, a female named Tiamis, was crippled by a sea monster as she tried to return to the southern continent. Ishmael never doubted that he would be able to slay the creature, exact the sort of revenge that had energizd Ra’al.
He was correct in predicting that he’d be able to kill the leviathan – he boiled it right in its shell – but he didn’t garner any of the satisfaction that he’d been expecting – it was a stupid creature, only a beast, and there had never been any malice in its instinctual actions. He’d been incorrect in predicting the ease with which he’d be able to kill it – it left him wounded and weak, one wing crumpled and nearly torn off, drained of energy. Even back in the early days, when the blessings of the Creators were abundant and freely-given, Israfel’s race healed with painful slowness; wounds like his wouldn’t heal in any foreseeable future. Unless he wanted to spend lifetimes as a virtual cripple, his only option was to withdraw from the world. He and the dragon found an isolated cave deep in the mountain that would act as a temporary tomb. He hibernated.
Ishmael woke not to the summons of his god or Tiamis but a growl, a roar in the rock, as if the mountain itself was being devoured by some unimaginable creature. Not a beast, he later learned, but a drill, a massive hunk of machinery that mortals had been using to chip away at the crags. They needed ore, gold and copper and a variety of other metals, for the circuits that maintained their… Citadel. It was an entirely alien world to him, populated by races he’d never seen before and governed by laws and allegiances that he would never hope to understand. He was a whole being again, though, whole and yet diminished, wounds reduced to scars reduced to pale marks in his flesh, but sapped of the power he had once possessed, perhaps even drained of his divinity. Thoroughly, properly Fallen. Ishmael hoped he wasn’t the only one laughing.
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 6:45 pm
(Complete [for now]) ShuraX --- __________________________________________________ 【.main info.】
❖ f u l l n a m e: Shura
❖ n i c k n a m e s: N/A
❖ a g e: 15
❖ b i r t h d a t e: 4/22
❖ g e n d e r: Female
❖ n a t i o n a l i t y: Indelcan
❖ n a t i o n (C u r r e n t): Jiaum Mountains
❖ r a n k: Student
❖ c l a s s: Mind Blader
❖ f a c t i o n: N/A
❖ t i t l e: N/A
❖ b l o o d l i n e: Human
❖ s p e e d: 7
❖ s t r e n g t h: 4
❖ p l a y e d b y: _Manpish_
__________________________________________________ 【.major info.】
❖ e n e r g y c o l o r: Grey
❖ e n e r g y r e s e r v e: 500
❖ e l e m e n t: Fire
❖ b a t t l e s t r e n g t h:
Mind Blader:
> They are quick in general, in body and mind(+2 Speed)
> Due to their mental abilities and energy bending they have much more energy.(+200 energy each rank)
> They can hold up to 6 objects, each object has their own special ability or weapon count.
Human:
> -1 post when learning class skills
> -1 post when learning weapon skills
❖ b a t t l e w e a k n e s s:
Mind Blader:
> They Focus on Skill and Speed so they are a bit weaker (-1 strength)
> They truly don't believe in guns so they don't use pistols or rifles.
> They don't wear armor, believing it will only leave them open.
Human:
>Can only change bloodline once
> physically week and slow unless boosted by class.
> may only learn up to 2 hand-to-hand styles
❖ t a l e n t:
__________________________________________________ 【.equipment info.】
❖ w e a p o n (s):
Pure Ring:
This ring is what holds all of Shura's "Pure Weapons".
its basically what allows her to use her energy weapons at will.
Other than that, its just a plain ring.
❖ a r m o r:
> Normal clothes: Black tank top, Grey hoodie (in pic), Jeans, Sandals, and Undergarments.
__________________________________________________ 【.skill roster.】
Class:
E-rank:
~ Pure Weapons (Passive skill)
D-rank:
~
~
C-rank:
~
Element (Fire):
E-rank:
~
D-rank:
~
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C-rank:
~
__________________________________________________ 【.character description.】
❖ p e r s o n a l i t y: Calm, Serious.
❖ q u o t e: "I hate this world..."
❖ h e i g h t: 5'1"
❖ w e i g h t: 120lbs
❖ e y e c o l o r: Blue
❖ H a i r c o l o r: Red
❖ p l a c e o f b i r t h: Indelca
❖ t h e m e s o n g: ----
❖ b a t t l e t h e m e: ---- __________________________________________________ 【.background information.】
Shura had always been alone since the day she was born. She had been born in Indelca, but was brought to Jiaum when she was little. Her parents had abandoned her in the apartment they owned when she was only 3 years old. From then on she stayed in a shelter till she was 6 years old, that's when she ran away. She's been alone in the mountains ever since, and has occasionally lived in small villages around the main kingdom. But she had been hiding below in a cave when the destruction of Jiaum happened, the source of it was from a mage by the name of Liliana.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 2:33 pm
 AllysaXRedemptation __________________________________________________ 【.main info.】
❖ f u l l n a m e: Allysa Redemptation
❖ n i c k n a m e s: Soulless
❖ a g e: 22
❖ b i r t h d a t e: 2/2
❖ g e n d e r: Female
❖ n a t i o n a l i t y: Ernyan(?)
❖ r a n k: Student
❖ c l a s s: Elementalist
❖ f a c t i o n: N/A
❖ t i t l e: Commoner
❖ b l o o d l i n e: Idol (Being applied for)
❖ s p e e d: 7
❖ s t r e n g t h: 2
❖ p l a y e d b y: YoDaeTatsuya
__________________________________________________ 【.major info.】
❖ e n e r g y c o l o r: Deep Violet
❖ e n e r g y r e s e r v e: 600
❖ e l e m e n t: Wind (main), Fire, Earth, Water (secondaries)
❖ b a t t l e s t r e n g t h: Can manipulate sound waves to deal damage, has double energy, and can use all four main elements.
❖ b a t t l e w e a k n e s s: Extremely weak in physical combat, and must sleep to restore energy.
❖ t a l e n t: Brandings (Being applied for)
__________________________________________________ 【.equipment info.】
❖ w e a p o n (s):
Saika (Being applied for)
❖ a r m o r:
Magic-Bearer (Being applied for)
Wind-Runner (Being applied for)
__________________________________________________ 【.skill roster.】
__________________________________________________ 【.character description.】
❖ p e r s o n a l i t y: Wondrously amazing at wearing a mask of emotions and lies, Allysa's true darker nature is rarely ever seen, and is to be feared. She is predominantly easy-going and laid back, but holds a scary resolve when she gets serious.
❖ q u o t e: "Work? What is that? Does it taste good?"
❖ h e i g h t: 5'5"
❖ w e i g h t: 130 lbs.
❖ e y e c o l o r: Red
❖ p l a c e o f b i r t h: Jiaum
❖ t h e m e s o n g: Life
❖ b a t t l e t h e m e: Battle
__________________________________________________ 【.background information.】
Eyes... Those so-called beauteous things on a beings face. You are supposed to be able to see ones soul by looking into their eyes for long enough. You are supposed to be able to tell what they are feeling, if they're lying, and what they want from you. Eyes are supposed to bring emotions to the surface, whether they be ones of happiness or anger, sadness or prejudice. Eyes are supposed to be the gateway to the person who truly inhabits the body. So then, why are her eyes so empty...
What if you never lost a thing in the world, not once. Nothing ever broke, no one ever got sick, and death was non-existent. And then, everything was taken from you all at once. Do you think you could survive? Do you think anyone could?
Have you ever heard the theory behind the existence of Idols? No one truly knows where they come from, or why they are born to those who have them. Yet, they continue to be born. Something one should know is that Idols are highly sought after, both for pets, as well as slaves. Their skills and natural good looks are assets of great wealth. As such, many Idols have to hide themselves until they can fight, and many don't make it to adulthood in a free world.
Twenty-two years ago, a young girl was born under the Redemptation family name, a historic family of warriors and soldiers. It took no time for her parents to realize what she was, as her vocal cords developed abnormally fast, and her beauty grew by day rather than by month or year. Fearing for her safety, her parents fled to a remote farmhouse in Jiaum, bought for a large sum of gold to be kept a secret from the rest of the world. It was within the walls of this farmhouse where she grew up together with only her mother and father for twelve years, being taught by her educated father, and exceptionally handy mother. She learned everything she would need to survive in the outside world without even knowing it, as her parents desired. When she turned twelve, her parents gave her one of the most special gifts imaginable; a flute.
Almost instantly Allysa took to playing the flute, as expertly as anyone who would have practiced for years and years. Her parents were so proud, but also afraid for her safety. They warned her never to play outside and to be careful how much she played. Another two years passed before the girl disobeyed her parents' wishes. By fourteen, Allysa had taken to travelling the area around her house much, and knew of many secret places to go and practice in quiet, surrounded by nature. Yet as time passed, each place soon became boring, and she felt the need to find more. It was a warm summer's night when she decided to hike up some ways towards the mountain that loomed over her house, threatening to squash them all if it ever wanted to. As she approached closer and closer to the mountain, she began to hear a voice, calling softly over the area. closer and closer she got, until finally she saw it, or him rather. An angel stood in a small clearing near the base of the mountain, his voice quietly singing a song of words unbeknownst to Allysa. Yet, despite her unknowingness, she still set to playing a tune to match his words. The angel shot around and drew a sword at her, but she was so preoccupied playing that she did not notice his advance at all. Deciding it best to leave her be, the angel sang more, louder and louder as her music soared towards the heavens. By the time the two had finished, their song had been head for a good distance in all directions. Sitting down, they began to talk, girl and angel. Alaster was lost, and needed to get back home. After getting to know each other more, Allysa finally spoke up that he should spend the night at her home. He was pleased by this, and they headed back towards her house.
Upon arrival, both knew something was off. The house was destroyed, two walls caved in, barrels smashed and thrown everywhere, and two limps, dead bodies hanging from above the doorway, rope strangling more than just their necks. The girl dropped to her knees, and refused to move herself even when the four bandits who committed the heinous crime returned. Alaster fought and killed them, protecting the girl who still did not move, and would not move for another six days. Her mind had snapped like a twig. She knew not what to do, and not what to say. The air was stagnant with death, and dark energy surrounded the place where the girl laid and angel stood. By the time she came to her senses, the flute in her hands had changed and grown darker, infected with terrible thoughts and sins, the air having polluted its very being. The girl did not speak still, and would not for a many years to come, but only went into the house and gathered her things. Before leaving, ehr and the angel cut down her parents and buried the bodies, her father's rings making their way into her hands. life changed drastically for the girl that day, and that was only the start. Never had such a life taken such a turn, and hopefully it would never again.
What are you if you lose everything? Are you dead, or still alive? Perhaps... You're just empty.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 6:40 pm
 Alyssa XHakemoto __________________________________________________
【.main info.】
❖ f u l l n a m e: Alyson Hakemoto
❖ n i c k n a m e s: Alyssa
❖ a g e: 16
❖ b i r t h d a t e: 9 / 20
❖ g e n d e r: Female
❖ n a t i o n a l i t y: Mauinese (Mau Islands, lol)
❖ r a n k: Student (I'm guessing)
❖ c l a s s: Monk
❖ f a c t i o n: None
❖ t i t l e: None
❖ b l o o d l i n e: Nightmare (Applying, I know it says Tensuo, but that was before I decided I wanted a girl RPC)
❖ s p e e d: 7
❖ s t r e n g t h: 8
❖ p l a y e d b y: Hiroically Tragic
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【.major info.】
❖ e n e r g y c o l o r: Gray
❖ e n e r g y r e s e r v e: 300
❖ e l e m e n t: Fire
❖ b a t t l e s t r e n g t h:
Multi-Use Class
Gets a Special Blessing for Prayer that they can change freely
Overall, strong stat wise
❖ b a t t l e w e a k n e s s:
Are Honorable, meaning they don't strike those who cannot defend themselves.
Will not strike a Creator
Limited to Blunt Weapons, with the exception of the Pole Arms
Cloth and Leather Armor Only
❖ t a l e n t:
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【.equipment info.】
❖ w e a p o n (s):
❖ a r m o r:
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【.skill roster.】
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【.character description.】
❖ p e r s o n a l i t y: Alyssa is rather kind, but... unsettling. Her presence will be know, because she simply demands it.
❖ q u o t e: "Fear doesn't drive a human... it's what causes that fear."
❖ h e i g h t: 5'4
❖ w e i g h t: 119 Lbs
❖ e y e c o l o r: Black
❖ p l a c e o f b i r t h: Mau Islands
❖ t h e m e s o n g: None yet
❖ b a t t l e t h e m e: None yet.
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【.background information.】
Alyssa's tale is quite simple, she was trained at an early age. Her parents were dead and she only lived with her brother. They were far too poor to afford to live in populated areas, so they built their own hut outside of the city... well Village. She was never quite as good as her brother, she may have beat him in a spar once or twice, but he had won hundreds of times.
Her lingering sense of defeat stood with her, and it still does to this very day.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 9:44 am
If you want Jiaum as your area, you need an alternate nation for your refugee nation because of the current destruction. Nationality is Nation so Ernya is all you would need to put. If you have all your customs approved, you're good to go. You need an actual nation under nationality and despite you thinking the factions blow, you wouldn't even get one at creation so just make that None.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 10:41 am
SorceressJacklyn If you want Jiaum as your area, you need an alternate nation for your refugee nation because of the current destruction. Nationality is Nation so Ernya is all you would need to put. If you have all your customs approved, you're good to go. You need an actual nation under nationality and despite you thinking the factions blow, you wouldn't even get one at creation so just make that None. B-but... What happened to the Fighters Faction. I liked that one. I thought it was kinda self explanatory. If you live in your birth place, it will just make you... that. Shall I call myself Maulandish? Mauinese? lol, I'll change it.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 12:42 pm
Factions are one of the many things that were easily considered broken, and are also one of the many aspects that need improvement and overhauling. We will not only be working on updating Factions within the near future, but I will also see to it that once we have all the most important fixes cleared, the Custom Factions area will be re-opened. If you so choose, you will have the ability to create one for approval that better fits your wants and needs, and we can take it from there. Until then, it would be much appreciated if you removed the "they all kinda blow" from your profile application. While it may stand that they do currently "blow" in some people's eyes, it does nothing productive to point out that fact. Thank you very much. =) I will not pry, as we are all very busy, but as it stands she is not approved. None of my customs are currently approved, and I await judgement on their changes as suggested by you and Ferregar. As well, neither I nor Tragic have our Bloodlines approved (Fer said to leave that one to him and you for the time being). Also, thanks for the clarification. XD
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 11:39 am
Hiroically Tragic Alyssa XHakemoto __________________________________________________
【.main info.】
❖ f u l l n a m e: Alyson Hakemoto
❖ n i c k n a m e s: Alyssa
❖ a g e: 16
❖ b i r t h d a t e: 9 / 20
❖ g e n d e r: Female
❖ n a t i o n a l i t y: Mauinese (Mau Islands, lol)
❖ r a n k: Student (I'm guessing)
❖ c l a s s: Monk
❖ f a c t i o n: None
❖ t i t l e: None
❖ b l o o d l i n e: Nightmare (Applying, I know it says Tensuo, but that was before I decided I wanted a girl RPC)
❖ s p e e d: 7
❖ s t r e n g t h: 8
❖ p l a y e d b y: Hiroically Tragic
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【.major info.】
❖ e n e r g y c o l o r: Gray
❖ e n e r g y r e s e r v e: 300
❖ e l e m e n t: Fire
❖ b a t t l e s t r e n g t h:
Multi-Use Class
Gets a Special Blessing for Prayer that they can change freely
Overall, strong stat wise
❖ b a t t l e w e a k n e s s:
Are Honorable, meaning they don't strike those who cannot defend themselves.
Will not strike a Creator
Limited to Blunt Weapons, with the exception of the Pole Arms
Cloth and Leather Armor Only
❖ t a l e n t:
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【.equipment info.】
❖ w e a p o n (s):
❖ a r m o r:
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【.skill roster.】
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【.character description.】
❖ p e r s o n a l i t y: Alyssa is rather kind, but... unsettling. Her presence will be know, because she simply demands it.
❖ q u o t e: "Fear doesn't drive a human... it's what causes that fear."
❖ h e i g h t: 5'4
❖ w e i g h t: 119 Lbs
❖ e y e c o l o r: Black
❖ p l a c e o f b i r t h: Mau Islands
❖ t h e m e s o n g: None yet
❖ b a t t l e t h e m e: None yet.
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【.background information.】
Alyssa's tale is quite simple, she was trained at an early age. Her parents were dead and she only lived with her brother. They were far too poor to afford to live in populated areas, so they built their own hut outside of the city... well Village. She was never quite as good as her brother, she may have beat him in a spar once or twice, but he had won hundreds of times.
Her lingering sense of defeat stood with her, and it still does to this very day.
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There, I did it. Edited.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 6:48 pm
Thank you very much for that. As Jacklyn has approved your Bloodline, everything seems good to go for now. Go ahead and post the profile in the proper Nation thread, and you'll be properly on your way! ^_^ Hiroically Tragic Hiroically Tragic Alyssa XHakemoto __________________________________________________
【.main info.】
❖ f u l l n a m e: Alyson Hakemoto
❖ n i c k n a m e s: Alyssa
❖ a g e: 16
❖ b i r t h d a t e: 9 / 20
❖ g e n d e r: Female
❖ n a t i o n a l i t y: Mauinese (Mau Islands, lol)
❖ r a n k: Student (I'm guessing)
❖ c l a s s: Monk
❖ f a c t i o n: None
❖ t i t l e: None
❖ b l o o d l i n e: Nightmare (Applying, I know it says Tensuo, but that was before I decided I wanted a girl RPC)
❖ s p e e d: 7
❖ s t r e n g t h: 8
❖ p l a y e d b y: Hiroically Tragic
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【.major info.】
❖ e n e r g y c o l o r: Gray
❖ e n e r g y r e s e r v e: 300
❖ e l e m e n t: Fire
❖ b a t t l e s t r e n g t h:
Multi-Use Class
Gets a Special Blessing for Prayer that they can change freely
Overall, strong stat wise
❖ b a t t l e w e a k n e s s:
Are Honorable, meaning they don't strike those who cannot defend themselves.
Will not strike a Creator
Limited to Blunt Weapons, with the exception of the Pole Arms
Cloth and Leather Armor Only
❖ t a l e n t:
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【.equipment info.】
❖ w e a p o n (s):
❖ a r m o r:
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【.skill roster.】
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【.character description.】
❖ p e r s o n a l i t y: Alyssa is rather kind, but... unsettling. Her presence will be know, because she simply demands it.
❖ q u o t e: "Fear doesn't drive a human... it's what causes that fear."
❖ h e i g h t: 5'4
❖ w e i g h t: 119 Lbs
❖ e y e c o l o r: Black
❖ p l a c e o f b i r t h: Mau Islands
❖ t h e m e s o n g: None yet
❖ b a t t l e t h e m e: None yet.
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【.background information.】
Alyssa's tale is quite simple, she was trained at an early age. Her parents were dead and she only lived with her brother. They were far too poor to afford to live in populated areas, so they built their own hut outside of the city... well Village. She was never quite as good as her brother, she may have beat him in a spar once or twice, but he had won hundreds of times.
Her lingering sense of defeat stood with her, and it still does to this very day.
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There, I did it. Edited.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 1:19 am
(Edited)Edits:
// *Over all Profile skeleton updated.
// Nation(current) updated.
// Speed/ Strength stat bonus added.
// Deity (Chosen) added.
// Hit Points added.
// Battle Speed/Battle Strength updated.
// Equipment info updated (for mindblader empowered objects).
// Skill Roster updated (skill name change and added skill).
// Background info updated.* Could be used to edit current skeleton for whats missing. ex: hit points, deity, etc._Manpish_ ShuraX --- __________________________________________________ 【.main info.】
❖ f u l l n a m e: Shura
❖ n i c k n a m e s: N/A
❖ a g e: 15
❖ b i r t h d a t e: 4/22
❖ g e n d e r: Female
❖ n a t i o n a l i t y: Indelcan
❖ n a t i o n (C u r r e n t): Kishu Tundra
❖ r a n k: Student
❖ c l a s s: Mind Blader
❖ f a c t i o n: N/A
❖ D e i t y (C h o s e n): N/A
❖ t i t l e: N/A
❖ b l o o d l i n e: Human
❖ s p e e d: 8
B o n u s:
- 4 dodges
- Can run up to 50 feet
- Jump 10 feet if you only attack once in a post
- Reduce the charge time of a spell by 1 post by sacrificing a dodge
❖ s t r e n g t h: 4
B o n u s:
- Deals D Rank Damage with their Standard Attacks
- Gains two ranks Bonus HP (Five times their Current Rank = Total HP)
- tough to break rope or string, taking three posts to do so
- does 110 Damage per Standard Attack
❖ p l a y e d b y: _Manpish_
__________________________________________________ 【.major info.】
❖ e n e r g y c o l o r: Grey
❖ e n e r g y r e s e r v e: 375
❖ H i t P o i n t s: 500
❖ e l e m e n t: Fire
❖ b a t t l e s t r e n g t h:
Mind Blader:
> Due to their mental fortitude and energy bending, Mind-Bladers have more energy than most fighters. (+25% energy each rank)
> Their bodies and minds are agile.
> Based on their Rank, a Mind-Blader can hold up to 8 Empowered Objects at once, each object having its own unique properties and containing its own pure weapons.
Human:
> -1 post when learning class skills
> -1 post when learning weapon skills
❖ b a t t l e w e a k n e s s:
Mind Blader:
> They Focus on Skill and Speed so they are physically weaker. (-1 strength)
> They truly don't believe in guns so they don't use pistols or rifles.
> They don't wear armor, believing it will only leave them open.
> If one of their Empowered Objects is destroyed, they lose the weapons and power it contained.
Human:
> Can only change bloodline once
> physically week and slow unless boosted by class.
> may only learn up to 2 hand-to-hand styles
❖ t a l e n t:
Talent Name: Inferno Armor
Description: Shura's ability is to use a energy based armor called "Inferno Armor". This armor is completely made from energy and seems to be on fire. Once activated ( For energy cost equal to her rank ) Shura is enveloped in a blazing orange energy that seems to be on fire. It covers her chest area, arms, legs, and her back. Her head gets a small headpiece with flaming demonic horns, Although every piece of the armor seems to be on fire and even flickers/gives off heat like actual flames.
The ability of this armor is that it creates a shield of energy around Shura for a limited time. And it also changes all of her energy based attacks into Energy-Fire based ones, this of course is just for theatrical effects only and doesn't strengthen any of the attacks. Her armor runs off a Armor Points (AP) System. As in the armor can take a limited number of strikes before failing, this means that Shura's HP isn't effected by attacks till the armor's points deplete. The number of points the armor has is based off of Shura's rank.
Student = 200 AP
Trainee = 300 AP
Adept = 400 AP
Journeyman = 500 AP
Expert = 600 AP
Master = 700 AP
Sage = 800 AP
Hero = 900 AP
Once the armors points have been depleted Shura must wait 10 posts (CD) before the armor can be used again.
Skills: (None)
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❖ Empowered Objects
Empowered Object: "Oathkeeper" / Ring
Pure Weapons Stored:
Chakrams (takes two slots since its a pair of weapons)
Broadsword
Where is the Object Kept: right index finger
Special Features: Increase speed by one. (+1 to speed stat)
❖ a r m o r:
> Normal clothes: Black tank top, black/pink hoodie (in pic), black Jeans, black boots, Grey gloves (in pic), hair pins (in pic), glasses (in pic), and Undergarments.
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Class:
E-rank:
~ Craft Pure Weapon (Passive)
~ Empower Object (Passive)
D-rank:
~
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C-rank:
~
Element (Fire):
E-rank:
~
D-rank:
~
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C-rank:
~
__________________________________________________ 【.character description.】
❖ p e r s o n a l i t y: Calm, Serious.
❖ q u o t e: "I hate this world..."
❖ h e i g h t: 5'1"
❖ w e i g h t: 120lbs
❖ e y e c o l o r: Blue
❖ H a i r c o l o r: Brown with red highlights
❖ p l a c e o f b i r t h: Indelca
❖ t h e m e s o n g: ----
❖ b a t t l e t h e m e: ---- __________________________________________________ 【.background information.】
Shura had always been alone since the day she was born. She had been born in Indelca (her father was Indelcan and her mother was Juamian), but was brought to Jiaum when she was little. Her parents had abandoned her in the apartment they owned when she was only 3 years old. From then on she stayed in a shelter till she was 6 years old, that's when she ran away. No one had know her parents in the town, so they didn't even know what her last name was. She's been alone in the mountains ever since, and has occasionally lived in small villages around the main kingdom. But she had been hiding below in a cave when the destruction of Jiaum happened. Shura had found out that the source of it was from a mage by the name of Liliana, and that's when she decided to get revenge on her for destroying her home. She didn't know how or when, but she would do it. But Shura currently resides in the Kishu Tundra where she slowly plots her revenge.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 9:41 pm
Approved! Do have a question though. Why remove half of the character description field?
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