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 Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 6:38 pm
Name:
Kaze Uchikina Kuroki
Age:
17 years old
Height:
5'10"
Weight:
125lbs
Hair Color:
Jet black
Eye Color:
Jet black
Skin Color:
Cream tan(Very light)
Race:
Human
Personal Weakness:
-Being open
-Speaking
-Expressing emotions
Personal Strengths:
-Protecting
-Being left alone
-Survival instincts.
Personality:
...He wasn't always the way he was. He was protective, kind, and loved to speak his mind as a growing young boy. He would play and laugh with the other children in the village he grew up in, playing fun, mindless, memory-filled games. And at dusk, he would run back home, with his little sister who he believed was the most important person to him than either his mother or father. She was the person that made Kaze's life worth living every day, waking up to see his little sister playing with her small hand sewn doll on the porch, or playing in the cherry blossom garden that his father had kept so beautifully. Kaze didn't know of the outside world of magic, his world was his little sister, and that was all that had mattered to him....
How things disappear so quickly.
What is important is who he is now. Kaze has seized in speaking to anyone, yet he is kind and gentle by his actions. He is a very loyal man to anyone who he becomes friends with, if he does make friends,. he is so shy and in the background it's hard to spot him out sometimes because he does want to be noticed. However, he makes a very bold move out of his shell by joining the Raven tail Guild...his goal is to become stronger, to actually become someone that people can count on, and even though he knows he doesn't have much energy, he will use his strength in his heart to make himself powerful, to protect the ones he loves...and not let anyone get hurt again.
Skills:
Likes:
-Reading
-Nature
-Staying in the background
-Being helpful
-Animals
-Children
Dislikes:
-Speaking
-Being open
-Placed in the spot light
-Told to do something he isn't good at
-Loud noises
-People hurting others
-Death
Guild:
Raven Tail
Team:
Rank:
Mage
0
FAME:
0
Guild Mark Location:
Sleeve on jacket
Mark Color:
Violet
Magic Style:
Bullet Magic
Magic Attacks:
S-Rank:
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A-Rank:
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B-Rank:
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C-Rank:
-
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Magic Weakness:
-Cannot make fingers into other types of guns like shot guns
Magical Strengths:
-Shooting bullets out of his fingers
Magic's Taboo:
N/A
Magical Weapons:
N/A(yet)
Magical Clothing:
N/A(yet)
Eternano Pool:
300
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 5:31 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 5:53 am
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xxxFull Name:
Kaze Uchikina Kuroki
xxxNickname:
N/A
xxxBirthdate:
September 8th
xxxAge:
19 years old
xxxGender:
Male
xxxEthnicity:
Japanese
xxxPersonality:
...He wasn't always the way he was. He was protective, kind, and loved to speak his mind as a growing young boy. He would play and laugh with the other children in the village he grew up in, playing fun, mindless, memory-filled games. And at dusk, he would run back home, with his little sister who he believed was the most important person to him than either his mother or father. She was the person that made Kaze's life worth living every day, waking up to see his little sister playing with her small hand sewn doll on the porch, or playing in the cherry blossom garden that his father had kept so beautifully. Kaze didn't know of the outside world of magic, his world was his little sister, and that was all that had mattered to him....
How things disappear so quickly.
What is important is who he is now. Kaze has seized in speaking to anyone, yet he is kind and gentle by his actions. He is a very loyal man to anyone who he becomes friends with, if he does make friends,. he is so shy and in the background it's hard to spot him out sometimes because he does want to be noticed. However, he makes a very bold move out of his shell by joining the Raven tail Guild...his goal is to become stronger, to actually become someone that people can count on, and even though he knows he doesn't have much energy, he will use his strength in his heart to make himself powerful, to protect the ones he loves...and not let anyone get hurt again.
xxxApperance:
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xxxGuild:
Grimoire Heart
xxxGuild Mark:
[Mark]
xxxxxLocation:
Patched onto left shoulder
xxxxxColor:
Green
xxxMagic Type: Bullet Magic
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xxxStats
xxxxxStrength:
xxxxxxxPowerness - [ 0 ]
xxxxxxxxxPerks:
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xxxxxxxToughness - [ 0 ]
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xxxxxAgility:
xxxxxxxBalance - [ 30 ]
xxxxxxxxxPerks:
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xxxxxxxxx -Stealthy Movements
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xxxxxxxSpeed - [ 10 ]
xxxxxxxxxPerks:
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xxxxxIntelligence:
xxxxxxxManna Pool - [ 10 ]
xxxxxxxxxPerks:
xxxxxxxxx -Arc Cast
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xxxxxxxMagic Manipulation - [ 0 ]
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xxxStrengths:
xxxxx--- Very Flexible and stealthy
xxxxx--- Able to surprise oponnets with quick attacks and silent sneak attacks
xxxxx--- Reacts effectively in close hand to hand combat and far range
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xxxWeaknesses:
xxxxx--- Low Physical Strength
xxxxx--- Low Mana Manipulation
xxxxx--- Ineffective in Mid range combat
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xxx To wake up to the sounds of soft laughter of the parents and the delicate whispers of a little girl playing with her doll, the flutter of darkness from his eye lids, then the bright light of the room would open up before the boy that laid ever so calmly, so peacefully on the pure white futon. To rise up slow and ruffle his pre-messed up hair, then look right first to see his parents behind the decorated paper wall, discussing and laughing, and he would turn left to see his sister with long beautiful black hair, already done with a elegant clip from their mother, and beautiful clear skin. She was sitting outside, like she has since she was a little baby, now able to kick her feet over the edge, playing with her doll and whispering to her quietly, laughing at what her imagination would come up for her to make the doll talk back to her.
Like always, the boy would rise up from his bed, at the bright age of 10. His life actually started for him when he first learned of his sister within the convex of his mother's womb. He finally opened his eyes wide open that day. Before, their parents worried about him because he had nothing precious within his life; no friends, no pets, nothing to keep him going, to keep him happy. Then, the arrival of a little sister lit a spark in his body. A flow of emotions surged through him like a lighting bolt- no, even faster. Like the speed of the light rays touching the earth's surface. It was beautiful light he needed, he wanted. This feeling was seen obviously by his parents, and they knew that this one person would be the key to living his happy life. So, they told him one day when he was helping fix up the room in which his little sister would be living in for her toddler years, "Son," His father said, putting down his paint brush and doing the same for his son, taking him over to the doorway and point at his mother's belly. "You see your sister?" The boy nodded smiling brightly, "Protect her with your life. Never lose her from your life. Because she will be very precious to all of us, but more so to you." The boy's eyes widened slowly, the mission being taken into his heart and mind, in the deep crevice of his soul and body and blood. This body was for her to use, to however she liked. He was her shield...no one else would be her shield besides him. This would be his goal in life: to make his sister happy and love her with all of his body, soul, heart, and mind.
The day came, when the doctor and his assistant came to deliver the baby. The boy had to see it all. he had to see his little sister come out, to see her crying face and put her to ease, to love her. After what seemed like hours, his mother finally was able to deliver the gift he had waited for 10- no, 11 years...today was his birthday. His face widened so big that he hurt his face, and as the small infant cried of the pain of the light, he jumped in joy, running outside and almost screaming to the world, "MY SISTER IS BORN ON THE SAME DAY I WAS!!!!!!!!!! YEEEEEEEEES!!!!" The parents simply watched in a great happiness to see their son so alive. His mother fell back into the bed, tired and out of breath, smiling softly at her husband as they simply did the surgery for her to tie her tubes so that she wouldn't give birth anymore. But during those days of rest while his father had to be with his mother, the boy stayed very close to his sister, kissing her, holding her in his arms, for she did not cry when held by him, putting his scent on her. But when she had to have milk, he could only simply watch his mother give her what she needed. He accepted this, since she was an infant and she needed her mother as well. But, when she was done, he would wait patiently for his parents to return her to him. For the next two years, he taught her everything he knew about life, keeping her in his lap as they sat out on the porch, or they would try to learn to walk outside, or he would carry her to reach the cherry blossoms of the small cherry blossom tree in the garden that his father put his pride into. His sister loved outside, and he loved the boy that always carried her. Such as when he woke up, he would find her out of her crib and in his face, possibly either drooling or just cocking her head to the side like a puppy, then laugh at her brother's wide smile as he rose up from his bed on the floor. He then would pick her up and play with her in his futon, laughing and rolling around in the bed until their mother would come in and make them go outside and play.
This was what happened for days on end on end, and often they would sleep together. However, the boy was at the age of growing up and starting to run errands for his father or mother, which was nothing big. The boy made sure to kiss his sister's forehead before he left, then kiss his mother's cheek and hug his father, then would run down the street. He finally made friends at school, he was more open in talking to childhood friends, and played with them finally, but would always come back home to his sister, who waited patiently for him.
This day of errands, it was raining and very hard to see outside, but he had promised his mother he would grab the apples that were out in the far forest. She had always loved apples, and this was the perfect that to get them since they were pre-washed by the rain. Just as he turned, he saw smoke in the air, coming from the village. Everything stopped within the boy's body. Why was it smoking? Loose bonfire? Something not near his sister. His mind raced as the smoke grew much larger by each second. With the apples in his arms tightly in a cotten bag, he ran, running with all of his might to the village, the smoke choking the air that he began to breathe, with made his mind even more crazy. What was going on?! The hill held the answers. The boy's bag of apples dropped with a thud, his eyes trembling. The village was on fire. Attacked...and the men attacking it were already leaving. His feet took him running, with the might of something incredible. His eyes swelled up in tears that nothing that was existent in his body, his mouth wording his sister name, hoping his imagining was turn just as he rounded the corner of his house....His body collapsed. His eyes stared at the house...and his mother, father on steaks...His mouth began to to scream, his tears streaming down, his voice cracking through the numbness of his body, the awful pain in his body, the death of his heart, that of which gave him so much life, the smile of her, the beautiful hair, her everything that was only starting to grow.... His scream raged over the thunder that flashed all the blood of his sister, each body part of her on a steak.... His voice went so loud he screamed until he lost his voice. He cried until no more emotion was in his body. He trembled until no more feeling was in his body. He then collapsed.
... Living on the road for the next three years, he found himself training with a temple, which saw that he had so much pain that he felt no more pain, or spoke of no pain, and the temple took him in, training him to harness that pain, the past, so that he would be able to be a fierce assassin. This worked almost too well for the temple. He killed every target he was given. Everyone he was needing to kill, trained like a puppet, and pushed to an unknown limits. His own pain had no effect on him, he couldn't feel pain anymore, couldn't feel, couldn't show pain, couldn't speak anymore. And this is when they found his great ability...the perfect ability for him. harnessing his pain into a bullet of matter. He remember that he had that ability when he had no sorrow. But he had forgotten it a while back. they trained him harder, training him more and more in the art of being the perfect assassin.
But he left one day. He felt that his body had to get something in the direction his feet were taking him. It was as if something were guiding him out from his deep sorrow and into a brighter future, something better than his past. Soon, his feet became to running, then it began to become sprinting. The many obstacles in his ways represented something, a guide from the afterlife showing him where to go from here with the skills gained, with the power he has been gifted, and each obstacle was worse that the last. Forests, mountains, hills, beasts, warriors, saving villages as the guide told him to do, and as he ran to his destination, his heart began to return him little by little, and the emotion returned him more and more, until he stopped a cliff in which if he jumped, there would be a town, thriving with people, laughter and joy, and his new beginning. The guide told him to jump, and just as he was told, by the ghost of his parents, and by his little sister, he began to cry just as he jumped off the cliff, letting the memories sweep over him as the rush of the fall caught up to him. Disappearing within the trees at the bottom, it was a moment of silence, but the swift rustle of the leaves made it so that the guide's knew that he was finally leaving his past, hopeful to never be reminded of it again and to know that his sister was safe, and finally passing.
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xxxE Rank: 0
xxxD Rank: 0
xxxC Rank: 0
xxxB Rank: 0
xxxA Rank: 0
xxxS Rank: 0
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xxxxxManna Pool: 200
xxxxxBullet magic [Approved]
xxxxx By positioning his hand to mimic the appearance of a gun, the user creates magic spheres in the air from where the user fires magic bullets in rapid succession. These are powerful enough to pierce through flesh. Hades is capable of performing the attack with both hands simultaneously, as if he were "dual-wielding".
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 5:55 am
Username:
B i o N i g h t
What Magic Power Your After:
Bullet Magic
Info Behind The Magic Power:
I do not know much about Fairy Tail, but I have learned some things along the way. I have not watched the anime nor read the manga, but I have received the help of my friends in another fairy tail guild, so if I am incorrect about what I know, please tell me ^~^ Because I would like help further understanding this guild to the best of my abilities.
So, what I know about this power is that it is somewhat of a subclass for darkness abilities that collects into a ball of black/purplish mana that centers itself around the tips of the fingers. However, in order to achieve the black ball, you must form your hand into the shape of a gun, like the child's game cops and robbers, and pretend your hand is an actual gun. And just like and actual gun, you need to load a bullet, but in order to do this, the mana in your body is focus to your hand, then slowly pushes out to the front of your fingers, building up. And if you have not seen an action movie, in order to fire the gun, you need to pull a trigger that will launch the "bullet." So, you use your pinkie and ring finger in the place of the trigger, and when you pull those two fingers back, the "barrel" of the "gun" will fire the mana bullet, but instead of being like a regular bullet, it makes a powerful beam behind the bullet, leaving traces of it's presence, then slowly fades. There was also a man that was able to duel wield, and for my character, I wish for him to possibly do the same.
RP Sample:
...The rain was damp and cold. A thick forest of rain fell upon the world, cleansing the air, the icy drops making a soft fog against the ground. The air was clear and crisp. The night shrouding over the city. The pattering of the rain against the concrete silenced the breathes of the hiding survivors as men in black armor slowly crept through the cramped town alley ways and crevices, picking up children by their hair and women by their arms, throwing them into carts, or slicing their throats if resisted more than tolerated. Watching the throat's delicate skin gurgle up blood and the body fall lip, stale, the very essence of the being vanishing from the air, cursed to become a greedy soul, wanting to be saved, and only he being saved. A unwise choice in the path to the gracious one. From within the shadows, a danger to these men lies still, calm, breathing becoming of an unnecessary. The water drops that trailed off the metal roof from the shed that covered this predator made a better cover than what was needed, but it just so happened that the hungry shadow was waiting to seek what he was after, waiting for a moment to claim, when those blood grueling warriors would pass him with a suspicion of, not the shed, but for more victims, more people to cut open, more people to claim as slaves, or objects to their pleasure. This would not happen again, This kind of torture is the reason for this predator's very existence now.
It was almost time.
The shadow within the shed watched with a sort of silence that melted with the very rain itself. He was trained well to blend with everything, become everything, become a fragment of dust, to become the dirt itself, and for here, with his clothes soaked in the rain all the way through to his under garments, with the cold icing his body in a chill far greater than he had experienced in a few years that had passed him, but to become numb to it was the key, if he would be able to pull of the mission and save all these innocent lives that did not deserve to even experience such a thing. His moment approached. Slowly slipping away from the shed, the metal feet splashed into a puddle of water, as the rain clanged loudly against the metal, warning them of their upcoming threat, but they could not listen to the nature as well as the predator could, they were deaf, and this would be the gain to his advantage in this situation. Suddenly, the leader at the front who wore the most armor placed his fist up in the air to stop the trailing men who held the prisoners that moaned and pleaded to be let free, but even they turned to a silent mouth when the black death men turned silent, listening to the rain, for any hostiles. This went on for several moments, but the captain waved his hand forward.
The moment came.
Slipping across the top of the shed roof and flipping within the air silently to another roof with the feet of a graceful cat, with two men dropping to the ground with a loud thud. Warriors began to draw their swords, as if this attacker would be bold enough to appear, and this wasn't boldness that the man who jumped into the air, falling to the earth and landing on a man directly, cracking his body down to the ground, swinging his leg around to knock down his friend that was sticking to him the whole time. This was courage to stand up for the innocent. The man was in all black, and even his face was covered, besides his glowing eyes that were like a panther's glare for it's meal. Warriors charged, but in order to stop the herd, the pack leader must be killed. The crow used the rain to his advantage, jumped high into the air and coming back down to the earth, using his flexible foot to support his body that spun quickly against the slick water, then falling to the ground as two warriors tried to slash at him, spinning in a ball, then used his arms to propel his legs upward, cracking the two warrior's necks, causing their death's to fall back in unison. The warriors tried to grab at the man, but using the rain to his advantage, he slipped around their weighted down hands, staring down at his one target, who seemed unwavering, but his clear brown eyes told a different story. He didn't wish to die like the others. A coward's soul. Closing the distance between them, the leader began to feel threatened, drawing his large sword and screaming his warrior's cry. The soulful crow turned his back to the man and jumped into the air just as he thrusted his sword, landing directly on the sword, and actually walking on the sword closer to the man, drawing his hand up slowly, pointing at the man's head. The warrior's eyes began to tremble. He knew his fate. The crow's eyes just stared down at him, then without another moment's hesitation, he round house kicked him across the slick ground, his mouth drooling of blood. The crow stared down at the ground for a moment with the other warriors who survived to take in the moment of defeat, then the assassin turned quickly, his hand formed in a very strange way, almost as if it were...a gun. Suddenly, the warriors gasped as the assassin's hand suddenly collected a ball against the tips of his finger's, then narrowed his eyes as he shot out to the cart filled with prisoners. The warriors ducked as the explosion hit the cart directly, hitting the top of it so that the whole cart would fall apart. When the prisoners realized their release, they shouted in joy and scattered, just as the warriors were distracted, they felt pricks in their skin, causing them to wonder, but when they had that moment, they didn't realize that it was a needle that caused them to drop like flies. The assassin watched as all of them began to fall before he took off his mask, letting his drenched hair fall against his eyes, shaking off some of the sweat collected as well from waiting so long. His face was innocent, calm, but his eyes roared with the passion of another being. His calm, silent body cast toward the sky, simply letting the rain coat this eyes with it's cool, frosty bite. Business always made the young man uptight. he would need to relax now. So, within instants, just as a little girl came running back, seeking the man that saved her, her hero was gone. And she smiled gently, leaving a flower by the corner in which the man had appeared.
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