◆ Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Cain Luthor ("No, no, no! I'm Mephistopheles!")
◆ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s)/Aʟɪᴀs(ᴇs): Mephistopheles (The Ringmaster)
◆ Aɢᴇ: 16 ("I know, hard to believe isn't it? Sixteen is sooo old!")
◆ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
◆ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: Oct 25
◆ Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Germany
╠ ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ / Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: N/A
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss: He actually doesn't really land hits most of the time usually moving sticking with getting out of the way. He tends to lose it if someone steals his cane. He doesn't have any formalized training in combat. He's not used to getting hit and can't take too many of them before he gives up.
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: He has quick judgement, flexible unconventional fighting style, and is surprisingly skilled with his cane. He's skilled with evasive maneuvers and good at planning. He's usually able to escape a fight before it even starts. What he lacks in combat skill, he makes up for in wit.
◆ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'2"
◆ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 160 lbs
◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ: Tall and Lithe
◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: German
◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Purple-Pink
◆ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: A combination of both Pink and Gold (Gold being in the outer ring of the iris and Pink being in the inner) ("So cool isn't it!")
◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Hgshgdcfa ("Haha, no one needs to know that!")
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Single ("And it can stay that way for all I care, hehe.")
◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ✗ Killjoys ✗ Being bored ✗ Bitter food ✗ People
╠ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs / sᴋɪʟʟs / ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs / ᴇᴛᴄ. x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Tʏᴘᴇ:: Magical
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs:: Teleportation (incl. Apportation) and Intangibility ("Getting to where ever I need to go has never been faster. You can't touch me and walls are meaningless.")
◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ:: Psychic abilities - This is a very broad term and has a great potential for powerful growth. Currently, he is able to move small objects with his mind, has random premonitions of the future that he has begun to control (Precognition), and can communicate via telepathy. He has currently started learning how to read minds, use Transvection, Scrying, and Retrocognition. ("Nifty, isn't it?")
◆ Pᴇᴛ: N/A
◆ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): Cane with a metal statuette of King Midas on top. ("Took you long enough to put that down as a weapon. I can totally kill a guy with my cane.") The cane has a hidden blade inside that can be electrified upon pressing a button. He also has a small collection of hidden devices. Mainly needles dipped in various toxins and small explosives that either detonate, release smoke for cover, flashbangs, and toxins.
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: His one-of-a-kind cane.
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: "Oh, Allow me! Alrighty, so I would definitely consider myself to be a cheerful and playful character. I love nothing more than observing things. You could also say I'm a bit mischievous, I'm not going to deny that. I'm a fun person to be around and I'm pretty sure I can brighten up anyone's day. I never pick sides because being a neutral party lets me jump back and forth however I please."
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: ("When a snake has two heads, they will see two different places. The right and the left. However, when they look to each other all they seemed to do is fight as they only know their way to be true. But when you chop one of the heads off, the other has only to die of loneliness.") An enigma. Cain Luthor appeared one day at Tokubetsu quickly declaring the name of Mephistopheles as his own. He claims to have run a circus by the name ♚ZirkusderTräume♚ and traveled all of Europe bringing wonders beyond human understanding to all they crossed. There are many strange rumors attached to this circus but that's a story for another time. These days, he is often providing assistance to Headmaster Alice. He also seems to have an agenda of his own, whatever it may be...
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ (romantic are not, they go here) ❥ ❥
◆ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: "Why, I am an excellent speaker. I can sing, dance, and play the piano! I am a Jack-of-Many-Trades. I also write poetry and short stories. I can juggle, cook, do a handstand, make balloon animals, do magic tricks, and even ride a unicycle!" He likes messing with people and despite his happy-go-lucky attitude, he doesn't like them. He seems to detach himself from people like he's some other being entirely.
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▅▅Damon Alduino▅▅ Physical Aura Teacher
╠ ɢ ᴇ ɴ ᴇ ʀ ᴀ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ: Xpherix Xiedos
◆ Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Damon Alduino
◆ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s)/Aʟɪᴀs(ᴇs): "The Hunter"
◆ Aɢᴇ: 26
◆ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
◆ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: July 25
◆ Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: America
╠ ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ / Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: N/A
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss: Ranged attacks. Since he doesn't have any, he will have to get close. If he's using a gun, there's no guarantee that it'll hit. He also gets pissed if an ally gets hurt which might make him a bit rash.
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: First off he's what you'd call the ideal, tank-like fighter. He's strong, durable, light on his feet, and puts thought into his actions. If he was in battle, he'd be at the front lines ready to carry everyone. He's a strong leader with the confidence to back it up. In a team, he doesn't put himself first and will support his allies.
◆ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'0"
◆ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 265 lbs
◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ: Very well muscled from years of training and hunting. He's tall, built, and athletic.
◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: The United States of America
◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Blond
◆ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Blue
◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Heterosexual
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Single
◆ Lɪᴋᴇs: ✓ Fighting ✓ Pretty Women ✓ Teaching his students ✓ Cigarettes ✓ Meat
◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ✗ Spoiled kids ✗ Lazy people ✗ Being bored ✗ Bland food ✗ Loosing a contract
╠ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs / sᴋɪʟʟs / ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs / ᴇᴛᴄ. x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Tʏᴘᴇ:: Physical
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs:: Extreme Durability, Strength, Healing, and Enhanced Senses
◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ:: Able to see and sense people by their aura. Think of it as a sharp sixth-sense. "It really gets rid of blind spots and I can tell if someone is more than an ordinary human."
◆ Pᴇᴛ: N/A
◆ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): A Specialty made durable sword and a pair of brass knuckles.
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: An old folded up photo of his family that he keeps in his wallet.
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: He's a pretty friendly guy with an optimistic outlook on life. He's very easy to get along with and a favored teacher since he's friendly with his students. However, he's not afraid to smack a student upside the head if they fall asleep in his class. If a student tries to give him a hard time then he'll just make them run laps around the campus until they puke. Just stay on his good side and the years here will go smoothly.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: A loose cannon. He worked as a bounty hunter for most of his life and knows the ins and outs of hunting or capturing any type of person or creature. His specialty however was capturing criminals. Killing a guy was one thing but making sure they stayed alive after catching them was something else entirely and took more effort on his part. Going back in time, he grew up in a lower class family with his mother and little brother. He always got into trouble going to school and became the human punching bag. His brother always told him not to fight back since he was aware of his strength. It was their secret. But one day the beatings went too far and dragged his brother into it and the group of kids wanted to force him to watch as they beat his brother. But seeing this instead made him snap and beat ever single one of the kids senseless in a protective hate-filled rampage. Not a single one of them was sparred even when the begged for them to stop. They were all temporarily crippled and he was nearly kicked out of the school. From that day forward, he became the most feared student there. Despite that, he became more optimistic now that he knew no one would dare hurt him or his brother. Years went on like this. They were blissful but short-lived. One day he walked into his house to his family had been murdered. He did not know why or who could have done this but he needed to get revenge, if not for their sake, for the sake of his own sanity. He needed this. He dedicated the next years to training and preparing to take revenge for his lost family. It was a time consuming and tedious process but he felt it was necessary and it was all he could think about. He eventually got a break. The individual he fought against seemed to have strange abilities that differed from his own. He did not want to hear the person's reason for slaughtering his family, he just wanted to end it all. When it came down to it the fight with the individual was a close one but he emerged victorious. He stood over the slain person covered in blood and having used brute force to drive an iron rod through its heart and into the ground below. This was when he decided to hunt for a living.
He never imagined he would have ended up teaching but here he is. He was offered the job under the ruse of it being another contract. He was surprised to see a light-haired girl dressed like a witch offering him a job to teach at a school. After shooting it down the first couple times, he eventually came around and accepted it. He hasn't been teaching for very long and is still getting the hang of it. That being said, his training is said to be like entering a boot camp.
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ (romantic are not, they go here) ❥ ❥
◆ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: "I waste my time on sword fighting, exercise/weightlifting, fooling around, and pursuing pretty women." Even though he doesn't really want to, he's been cutting back on cigarettes since he started teaching and may eventually quit.
Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 7:37 pm
▅▅Nao▅▅
╠ ɢ ᴇ ɴ ᴇ ʀ ᴀ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ: Xpherix Xiedos
◆ Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Nao
◆ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s)/Aʟɪᴀs(ᴇs): The Duke of Many Faces
◆ Aɢᴇ: 17
◆ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
◆ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: May 24th
◆ Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ??
╠ ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ / Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: Small curcular markings on under his right eye
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss: All of his time in solitude during his childhood has left him with a pale and somewhat frail body. This being said, he can't take very many direct hits despite his healing factor. He also seems to have a lack of motivation in anything he does. He usually has a hard time taking people seriously. He's also not the most rational person in the world. He is a defensive fighter so he does not attack directly or have any attack spells. He is also not considered physically strong and usually acts as a support fighter. He also cannot take too many direct hits. He also fights better at a distance so he is at a disadvantage when in close-combat. His mental instability can prove to be a hindrance as well.
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: A very tricky fighter, he is agile and swift. He is flexible and able to adapt to many different situations as well as able to plan ahead. His ability to strategize and fake emotions also allows his to fool his opponent. When he appears defeated or captured, he has already thought of five different ways to escape or turn the tides. He's an excellent melee fighter, a great shot, and is able to use many smaller unconventional weapons. He can adapt to different situations. He will not hesitate to attack when the opportunity presents itself. He is perfectly fine with underhanded methods of fighting since in the end the winner is whoever is left standing right so there's no reason to waste time with an honorable battle.
◆ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'5"
◆ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 140 lbs
◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ: Fit, Lithe, and Flexible
◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: ??
◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Black
◆ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Yellow
◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Pansexual
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Single
◆ Lɪᴋᴇs: ✓ Fear ✓ Discord ✓ Information ✓ His loving brother Elliot
◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ✗ Ignorance ✗ Being ordered around ✗ People being all nice ✗ Not knowing much about himself
╠ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs / sᴋɪʟʟs / ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs / ᴇᴛᴄ. x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Tʏᴘᴇ:: Physical
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs:: Transformation and Healing
◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ:: Darkness
◆ Pᴇᴛ: N/A
◆ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): Small hidden knives and a handgun
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: A small journal he writes in from time to time. He doesn't allow anyone to touch it let alone read it. If someone takes it, he will kill to get it back.
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Mischievous, cunning, deceitful, and manipulative. He's the kind of guy who will feel satisfaction when he stabs someone in the back. His time in the dark left him jittery, unpredictable, and walking on a thin line between sanity and madness. He definitely makes it hard to differentiate genius and insanity often blending them together. He often does things for self satisfaction and will only give away free information when he feels that something interesting may happen if he does so. He tries to change up his personality depending on what face he's using but it's all acting and he will start acting the way he normally does once he's found out.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: "In the twisted yet predictable fate of the one born into a family of higher social status without the guts to kill their little monster.
Ah, so you want to know more about me, hmm? Information comes with a price you know but I guess this is my payment to get into this Academy. It's enough to make you ill. Well it all begins with a little boy. He was such a nice little boy with parents who loved him. He loved his parents too. But we know all too well that this wonderful happiness is always short-lived. The poor boy looked into the mirror one day and his brown little eyes were a glistening green and his face was no longer his. The little boy ran to his loving mother and she didn't recognize her darling son. What a shame. But then that strange face turned into her son's and pleaded with her. That poor mother was terrified of her monster child. She locked the poor boy away. She didn't want to ever look upon it. The boy's loving father consoled his precious wife and told her that they could have a better child. The poor boy was locked away in the cold dark basement. The traumatized couple started over and had another son. The perfect son was forbidden to ever go to the basement out of fear that he might see their monster child. The terrible child was taken care of by a servant. The servant was told not to talk to the child. She was a rebellious servant. She spoke to the child. This made the poor boy happy. The cruel parents found out. She was fired and the lonely boy never saw her again. Time went on. The emaciated boy continued living quietly in the basement. The perfect family lived above him. He could hear their voices. Their horrible voices. He hated them. The perfect son grew and began to learn that what his loving parents were doing was wrong. The disobedient son came to visit the pale boy in the middle of the night. The loathsome boy heard the curious son at his door. The weak boy crawled to the door and hissed for the prized son to leave and go on with his perfect life. But the son persisted and so the spiteful boy told the son everything. He told him the true faces of his loving parents and that he was his older brother who was rejected for not being ideal. The pale boy planted a horrible seed in the son's mind. He ruined his brother's perfect life by revealing the terrible information of his parents cruelty. The son refused to believe it but all the pieces fell all around him. The monster boy convinced the son to steal the keys and open the door to his room. The son was horrified by what he saw. The poor boy was skin and bones, his long dual colored hair hung lank all around him, his fingernails were chewed down, and he had a pair of stunning emerald eyes. The son was horrified that his loving parents would do such a thing. The poor boy's fragile figure crawled to the son not having the strength to walk. The son ran over to him and picked him up putting an arm around his shoulder to help him walk. The unfortunate brothers were seen by their parents. The mother looked mortified and the father looked furious. The angry father wrenched his ideal son away from the monster. The mother hugged her favorite son. The father walked over to the unwanted child who laid helplessly on the floor too weak to stand. His cruel father had enough of his abomination of a son. He would erase the poor boy permanently then his life would go back to the way he wanted it. He began choking the frail boy. The mother didn't want her beloved child to watch. Tears ran from the dying boy's eyes. The son pushed away from his mother and tried to stop his father. His father said this was for their own good and didn't let up. His mother wretched him away. In a dying struggle for his life, the boy's green eyes looked directly into his hateful father's eyes. His father let go and he fell to the floor coughing and gasping for air. The mother was surprised and her grip on her son released. The father looked frozen in place, like a statue with his arms still raised and hands open. The son ran to his brother and comforted him. The mother cried out for her son to stay away from that monster of a boy. The son replied with that it was her and his father who were the monsters. When the boy heard his brother say this, he reached up and hugged him. No one has ever cared for him like this. Suddenly, the father unfroze confused and disoriented. The father was appalled that the boy had entered his mind forcing him to let go. The mother's expression had grown dark as if she no longer wanted either of them. The fragile boy held his brother tighter and his entire right arm became a long and terrifying. It bended in many places and jagged claws replaced his fingers. His hand shot forward and tore the father's stomach open spilling his guts all over the hard wood floor. The mother let out a shriek that was quickly silenced as the horrible arm twisted around and ripped out her throat spewing crimson everywhere. The arm then retracted and returned to its original state. The sickly boy then passed out in his brother's arms drenched in blood and a smile on his lips. This was the end of the monster parents and the end of the tale.
I'm sure you guessed it right. I was that sickly poor boy in the basement. My loving brother's name is Elliot. We've been living together ever since. He nursed me back to health and helped me with education. He also gave me a new name. I owe him my life. It was my brother who found the invitation in our mailbox and told me to accept it. He said it would help me. There was no way I could refuse, not after all he's done for me."
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ (romantic are not, they go here) ❥ ❥
✖ (enemies or rivals go here) ✖ ✖
◆ Gᴏᴀʟ(s)/Aᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏɴ(s): "To try to figure out what the hell I am. I also might have some fun gathering information on others. Perhaps I'll ruin some lives while I'm at it."
◆ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: He excels in escape and hiding in plain sight. He is a good information gatherer and can be both manipulative and confusing in his words. He is extremely protective of his brother Elliot and will not tolerate anyone or anything that he perceives as a threat to his brother's heath and well-being.
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▅▅Dorian▅▅
╠ ɢ ᴇ ɴ ᴇ ʀ ᴀ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ: Xpherix Xiedos
◆ Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Malkira Morningstar
◆ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s)/Aʟɪᴀs(ᴇs): "Please call me Dorian."
◆ Aɢᴇ: 17
◆ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
◆ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: 9/27
◆ Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: England
╠ ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ / Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: N/A
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss: His deteriorated mental state causes him to be easily influenced by his emotions. He also clings to the belief that he is destined to be greater than everyone else. He is not very physically strong.
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: He is a great swordsman and is light and fast on his feet. Along with being able to use a sword, he is also uses an acrobatic form of unarmed fighting. He's also an exceptional strategist.
◆ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'10"
◆ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 135 lbs
◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ: Lithe and Athletic
◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: Half English and Japanese
◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Blond
◆ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Green
◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Demisexual
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Single
◆ Lɪᴋᴇs: ✓ Being alone ✓ Combat ✓ His katana ✓ Pasta and Noodles ✓ Motorcycles
◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ✗ Weakness ✗ Darkness ✗ Incompetence ✗ Meat dishes ✗ His real name
╠ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs / sᴋɪʟʟs / ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs / ᴇᴛᴄ. x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Tʏᴘᴇ:: Elemental
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs:: Light and Ice
◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ:: Psychokinesis
◆ Pᴇᴛ: N/A
◆ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): A long katana ("It is custom made and one of a kind.")
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: His katana
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Is often, if not always, seen as calm, cool, and collected which he is for the most part. He appears to be easy to talk to at first but if you continue to speak to him you will begin to realize that his true personality. He is ambitious with little care for others seeing them as mere obstacles, dispensable things that he can do with as he pleases. On top of that, he can also be jealous and possessive. He acts as if he is great and everyone else are small pawns that dance around his fingers. Basically, everyone else is inferior to him.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: "Fine, if I must, but I will be brief. I was adopted at a young age by a wealthy family where I grew up. Sure, it was nice and all but I didn't like it there. I also didn't like the people who adopted me. One day, I finally decided to leave them behind or at least I tried. They hired people to find me and they brought me back to that godforsaken place. So I tried again this time pushing away anyone that tried to stop me. With my..."abilities"...it was an easy task. However, I realized how foolish I was being. I realized that using my "family" and the status that it came with would be much more beneficial. I, well, let's just say I made sure things got better for me after that. I don't really need to tell you anything else, do I?"
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ (romantic are not, they go here) ❥ ❥
◆ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: He is physically healthy but mentally unstable as he has serious psychosis. He is also close to being a bit sociopathic. This leaves him easily influenced by his emotions which causes him to be irrational and childish as well as "insane" and violent despite his usual cool demeanor. He keeps it more or less in check with medication. He is exceptionally skilled with a blade. He is able to ride a motorcycle well. His is also surprisingly good at cooking. He also hates it when people touch his katana.
Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2015 7:17 pm
▅▅Takeru Watanabe▅▅
╠ ɢ ᴇ ɴ ᴇ ʀ ᴀ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ: Xpherix Xiedos
◆ Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Takeru Watanabe
◆ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s)/Aʟɪᴀs(ᴇs): N/A
◆ Aɢᴇ: 18
◆ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
◆ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: 8/26
◆ Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Japan
╠ ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ / Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: N/A
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss: It's not hard to piss him off or get him frustrated which can definitely impair his judgement since he is such a compulsive person. Another thing that can hinder him is if he's in an area where no metal is present.
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: He's a pretty good fighter at both a close and long range. He's able to use unconventional weapons and his strength as well as his abilities usually give him the upper hand. Despite not having a formal training, he's pretty good in a nice old-fashioned brawl.
◆ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'8"
◆ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 141 lbs
◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ: Lean and athletic
◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: Japanese
◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Hot Pink
◆ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Hot Pink
◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Bisexual
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Single
◆ Lɪᴋᴇs: ✓ Mechanics ✓ Tinkering with devices ✓ Doing whatever he feels like ✓ Soda
◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ✗ Being told what to do ✗ When people insult his work ✗ Killjoys ✗ His parents
╠ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs / sᴋɪʟʟs / ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs / ᴇᴛᴄ. x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Tʏᴘᴇ:: Elemental
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs:: Metal and Electricity
◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ:: Strength
◆ Pᴇᴛ: N/A
◆ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): No real weapons but he likes to use things like wrenches or lead pipes.
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: A toolkit
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: He can be pretty emotional but tries to play it smooth. He's also compulsive, timid, very jumpy, and tends to exaggerate reactions. His somewhat intimidating and his strange appearance tends to deter people but he's actually a pretty friendly guy. He's also what you'd call the delinquent type but sometimes you get the feeling he's trying a bit too hard.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: "Alright so how do I start. Uh, well parents freaking smothered me with all their 'You gotta be an ideal citizen' crap. Before that though, I come from a pretty well off family, I guess. I went to a public school and class and all. Pretty boring, right? Well my mom and dad wanted me to be some successful doctor, or lawyer, or something stupid like that. I didn't want to though, can't imagine I ever pictured it. I liked mechanics. When I told them that I did, they shot it down like I was tellin' a bad joke. That still pisses me off. Anyway, I had enough and started doing what I wanted. I quickly changed my image and ditched the nerd glasses. I soon became a disappointment in their eyes. They ended up divorcing and my mom got remarried so now I have a half sister. Like I care though. So, I ended up moving outta my dad's house to live with a friend in an apartment. I also got myself a job fixing bikes and later, cars. Pretty awesome, right? I mean, I was fixing and putting together machines! Well, it was also during this time that I found out about my abilities. It had to be the coolest thing ever, especially since they fit my work perfectly. It was like confirmation that being a professional mechanic was what I was meant to be. Oh, it's not like I stopped going to school though. Figured I better finish it out."
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ (romantic are not, they go here) ❥ ❥
◆ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Before he changed his look, he used to have short black hair and wore glasses. He loves soda (which can't be good for his health). Has a bit of a soft spot for small animals. Also, despite his delinquent attitude, he does pretty well in school academics.
Text text text text text, [b][color=#e14ba4]"Talk talk talk talk,"[/color][/b] [i]think think think think[/i], [i][color=#7f46a4]"Telepathy."[/color][/i]
[color=#e14ba4][size=24]ღ ✘ ღ ✘ ღ[/size][/color]
[size=9][b][i][color=#7f46a4]“Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.”[/color][/i][/b][/size]
[size=9][i][b][color=#32211a]"Some people say you need wit to win a battle while others say brawn. I'd say you need a healthy amount of both."[/color][/b][/i][/size]
[size=9][url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LrBB_jq1hVE]Sound of Madness[/url]
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: A strange looking bracelet that he never takes off.
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Kotu is a very happy and childish character. He's very optimistic and bold although he's a bit shy around strangers. He loves playing games with people. However, he lacks a bit of common sense which often gets him into trouble and has him quick to trust what anyone says. He's also pretty oblivious to many things and acts on whim.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: We tried our best to get as much as we can from Kotu but he appears to be pretty forgetful. Kotu claims that he lived in a "forest house" for a while before going to a city. He says that he met lots of people and also got chased by lots of people for eating food. We assume he lived on the street by himself but due to his apparent lack of education and common knowledge, we can also assume he had been socially deprived for a large portion of his life. Despite that, he has a very cheery personality and claims to want to find everything.
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ (romantic are not, they go here) ❥ ❥
✖ (enemies or rivals go here) ✖ ✖
◆ Gᴏᴀʟ(s)/Aᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏɴ(s): "The letter said I can make friends and have fun!"
◆ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: He's good with animals and animals seem to like him as well. He's also not very good at reading. (He's almost completely illiterate)
Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 5:10 am
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Text text text text text, "Talk talk talk talk,"think think think think.
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"I just want everyone to be happy. If everyone is happy then people won't hurt people anymore."
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