The Horseman Name: Bastion Leto
Nicknames: n/a
Gender: M
Age: -- 18
Original Clan: Death
Job Role: [ Jewelcrafter - Death ]: Jewelcrafters have the unique capability of manipulating Fear-imbued gemstones and matter and giving them a stronger power. They also are well versed in metal smithing and weapon crafting, combining their abilities together to create strong Fear-powered weapons, tokens of blessings, and specifically, accessories, Omens, that empower various areas of Fear.
Personality: Bastion's biggest aspiration in life is to be a household name in jewelcrafting. He wants to be the guy you go to when you think of jewels. When your next door neighbor needs a new enchanted hilt for his dagger, he wants to be the name that falls from your lips in recommendation. There's just one problem with his goal.
He's really not the best jewelcrafter the Death Clan has to offer.
He's not even the best jewelcrafter his family had to offer.
All in all, Bastion was remarkably average. But he tried. He tried real hard to make things that his customers would like - and his craftsmanship showed in his hard work. Unfortunately, the only real trait anyone could have labeled him with was reliability. He wasn't one in a million, he was one of a million - and he longed for the day when he wasn't struggling just to stand out.
That day came when the Isles he and his brethren called home were wiped out in one catastrophic event. His home, his family, his friends, and almost every peer he'd ever known.. gone. In a heartbeat.
Bastion hopes to make the best of his loss, by not focusing on it. Instead, he'll continue to work hard, try his best, and maybe one day be a household name after all.
For whatever reason.
Mount Form: Formless, shapeless, a black cloud of mist - Bastion's 'mount' has no discernable form, nor does it even attempt to take on one. The closest to any kind of resemblance it has is at it's very ends, where the vague shape of black feathered tips sometimes jut out. It certainly
sounds like a galloping horse when he's riding it, but no visible hooves or legs present themselves. And yet, if one were paying attention to such a thing, it leaves ragged hoof shaped footprints behind.
Weapon Form: Arabian Scimitar
FEAR ATTACK: Swift Strikes: Blade Fury.
Bastion gets Blade really really mad The scimitar blurs as it strikes the enemy quickly, and efficiently, in many light thrusts.
Mechanics:
Year Two/Hunter Trainees: 9d4
First Dice:
xxxxx 1: Miss
xxxxx 2 - 3: HIT however the resulting damage is divided by 2. Only 50% of the damage is dealt.
xxxxx 4: HIT however the resulting damage is multiplied by .8. Only 80% of the damage is dealt.
Damage: Ignore the first dice, total up the remaining dice. Divide or multiply the total by the modifier depending.
HP: 40
Normal attacks: 2d8 - 6
LEARNED ABILITY: Dramatic Darkness
Whenever you laugh 'evilly' or rather ominously, it seems that the shadows themselves warp and twist around your features making you seem larger and more powerful than before. You voice also echoes and sends chills down the spins of those who hear it.
LEARNED ABILITY: Sweet Sinnamon-
By the infusion of evilly delicious spices, you student can now outside of battle, make any food they touch palatable and vaguely taste like there is a bit of a sweet kick to it. In battle they just smell good. Which is nice if they start to get a bit sweaty I suppose.
Physical Description: Eye Colour: Yellow
Hair Colour/Style: Black
Skin Colour: Black
Clothing Style/Colours: see art for ref~
Extra: References: His Art:
Full size:
http://zoo.thesporkedken.com/download/horsemen/auctionpngs/death_bili.png
