◆ Aɢᴇ: 18 ◆ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male ◆ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: 9/24 ◆ Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: America
╠ ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ / Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: A scar across his cheek. Noticable ◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss: Romantic pursuits and discussions He's a bit of hothead and willingly goes into the fire and flames without much thought if given enough provocation. Smash first. Ask Questions later.
Combative Weakness is that he is mostly dependent on his ability, it is a constant strain on his mind and body to maintain them. He would ruin his body if he kept it to his very last fiber
Despite being a hothead, it's pretty hard for him to care ◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: Headstrong and Confident, but willing to bare the brunt of the attack due to chauvinism and pride
He's a thorough fighter, mostly never ever letting an enemy or foe get up without some type of brutal injury.
Josiah is has a slight knack for kind of being able to assess a foe's motions and actions. It allows him to notice minute details that allow him to see weakness and frailties in his opponents and even his own group.
His perception isn't the only fighting skill. Know to mainly rounding out his technique to off-the-brain motions and a mix of submissions
Combat Merit is that he is a strong-willed and physically powerful powerhouse. However it is very adaptable due to the augments and combative purposes as a damage sponge and tank. ◆ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'2 ◆ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 220lb ◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ: Lean-Built ◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: He's a mutt basically ◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: A mix between a dark dirty blonde and a lighter brown ◆ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Blue ◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: "Sod off." ◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: "It's complicated, ya know". ◆ Lɪᴋᴇs: ✓ Roaming around and goofing off ✓ Some times he likes a tussle here and there ✓ Quick witted and clever people ✓ a bit of mischief
◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ✗ people who lie to themselves ✗ Overtly sexual things done to him without any sensual nature behind it ✗ The smell of peppermint
╠ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs / sᴋɪʟʟs / ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs / ᴇᴛᴄ. x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Tʏᴘᴇ:: physical aura
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs::Tactile Telekinesis. | Josiah is a fledgling user of Tactile Telekinesis. With being able to slightly augment his strength--allowing for a slight increase in how much he can lift and fight. However it is not wholly on his strength, as it is only exists when he has ability up. He mentally pushes himself by this barrier--but at the cost of both his mind and body's well being.
Tactile Telekinesis is born of his mind, and most of his abilities are dependent on the balance of how he acts and his calm. He is a confident kid, however losing this confidence along with being subjected to more negative emotions like fear, doubt, and rage affect his ability often adversely. With fear and doubt his shielding fades drastically, maybe even withstanding a half or even a quarter of pressure he normally can take Anger however forces his mind to compensate for this, allowing for him a great range of offensive attacks, but drastic reducing or non-existence of his shielding.
To Clarify the Shielding and Fields | It is basically the backbone of this ability and allows for everything prior to happen. Thus making it the strongest function of this ability. It is a strong telekinetic wall and shell that he mentally focuses on to keep with strong intent--however when taken down. He is basically defenseless without it, besides his own physical combative ability. He is just a normal human without his ability, while he does have personal strengths of that of a more able bodied human--those with abilities may prove a threat. A large hit to his shields could leave him disoriented mentally, this weakens his shields and leaves him open to attack
Force Field/Barrier Manipulation/Constructs | Sort of a feature of ability. Using more offensive barrier/construct shapes than just a defensive shield. Josiah's constructs are near invisible, only showing reflecting or bended light that alerts his foes. Those who are keen enough can see them beyond Josiah's movements. The constructs come from only his body--stretching his shielding. Slightly weakening it. However it becomes an extension of his body such as a weapon. He is usually limited by simple shapes. Spikes, Tendrils, Shields, and other simple shapes. The forcefield manipulated barriers are often compact--granting them a big durability boost at the cost of his own protection These shapes reach 6 to 10 meters in length.
Clarifying questions
How strong are they? | About the same as a his shielding would be, and this works great in conjunction with his main ability, most of the attacks he can maintain are more pointed and sharp--they go off the same principal that needles do. To clear confusion, a needle is able to easily pass through skin is due to pressure, the more pressure he can push on to the "needle" the more pounds per square inch is delivered on a focal point.
How could they evolve?| Unknown, however it could be said that his ability is limited to his closed off personality--thus making most of his ability extremely confined to his body.
How much can he lift? | At least around at utmost max with augmented shielding pushing his body to bench around 525lb. Normally as a human he can bench 325 average, his traveling with his father often had him on the ends of both backpack, carrying supplies, rock climbing, etc etc
How much pressure or damage can his shielding take? | His shield could take damage like the rest of them, he can withstand around 2000 lb with a bit of strain. It's MAX is unknown due to inability to stay focus for long or stay cool, however with training it could be very well greater than his current--but not yet
What do you mean by "mentally pushing himself" ? | It's sort of forcing his body to be puppeteer-ed by his ability, ultimately it's trying to make a doll move with your bare hands--it's often damaging to the toy and he can even severely injure himself. This mental pushing is his drive to go forward, this may ask of him to focus on his running--to gain a slight boost, or nearly all general physical abilities. However again it comes at a cost, bones could even brake if he goes too far. And in some situations he does.
◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ::
Mental Scarring | Josiah's attacks and defenses have some ability to mentally attack his foes--possibly destroying their focus, and even having a strange effect such as migraines, disorientation, imbalance, and tunnel vision. The weakness of this ability is that it's very uncontrollable and untamed, so long as anyone touches his body while he has his barrier on, he can effect allies, friends, even teachers.
◆ Pᴇᴛ:
◆ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): He does has a holster--but he doesn't technically have a gun, it's a water gun mostly there for jokes
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: He somewhat cherishes the scar upon his face as he is often seen "caressing" it in a bit of tenderness when no one is looking or around to see him
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: A bit of a jerk some of the times. Confidant and arrogant, Josiah will often poke fun and snicker at others due to his estranged nature with others. Josiah sometimes usually fills the "bad boy" profile rather well, but Josiah tends to be a guy who stays to himself...Mostly. Josiah often isn't reclusive in the normal way, he usually boards himself up away with on-again-off-again girlfriend just to seek comfort.
He never really had any formal education and often doesn't GET the idea of school. He could be considered a huge slacker because of this, but is actually rather intelligent.
The only thing he excels openly in is battle, he is a above average leader filled with confidence and bravado. Almost infectious pride
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: Son of a Archeologist and Explorer, Ulysses Wayland, who has scoured the earth searching for adventure and relics for dead and ancient cultures. Josiah grew up with traveling the world with his eccentric father. Josiah since he was a young child always tagged along with Ulysses, meeting both danger and peril along the way well beyond the normal human measure. Josiah had always faced perils and strife. Sterilizing him to ideas of apprehension and cowardice.
Ulysses in all respects was never the best father, emotionally distancing his son on several occasion. While despite risking his life to save his son, it seemed to Josiah as he aged, that he was a burden on his father.
Ulysses never really knew Josiah's mother. Ulysses actually came upon Josiah one day after one of his sponsors met with a young 2 year old Josiah on his doorstep. Alone. And with no one except what this child thought of as a father.
When Josiah was 15. In the arctic tundras of Siberia, Ulysses brought Josiah and, their translator--Bryn Vasily. They trio searched for lost cult artifacts dealing with the True Father. Soon violent and religious zealots found the three seeking a headquarters in the barren frozen waste, actively hunting down anyone who dare to find themselves seeking the same prize as they did Ulysses proved to be a man who was well rounded in the art of battle. Yet Josiah would undergo a metamorphosis. They younger Weyland was kidnapped and held hostage alongside soon to be on-again-off-again Lover, Bryn Vasily. Seeing as Bryn held no information for the expedition, they tortured Josiah for hours As Ulysses was trying to stage a rescue of the young Josiah, the cultists soon found awe as Josiah began to tap into his ability--wreaking havoc on the worshippers. Tapping into his telekinetic abilities he destroyed the cultist base of operations. Freeing Bryn. Josiah only sustained only a few torture injuries and a scar that was etched upon his cheek. Mentally Josiah refused to change, an indignant will of stubbornness and pride refused to let himself be broken Ulysses and crew fled Siberia. Only to be contacted by Tokubetsu, Ulysses begged his son to choose what was best for him. To hone his abilities.
Josiah refused and set off on another adventure with his father and new companion Ms. Vasily. It seems that Ulysses soon had little interest in his son's ability as a novelty, but he became partial to allowing him become the defacto bodyguard to any guides and civilians with them. It hardened Josiah. Even sterilized him to a point. It seemed as if Josiah day by day learned more of his ability.
The three returned to Siberia. Josiah at the point refusing many letters in the span of 4 months. He returned to same area with Ms. Vasily. Meeting someone else, the once thought dead Leader of the rabid cult. He had gained an aura of magic. Josiah and the Cult Leader talked and battled for two straight days in the wilderness and forests of Siberia. Josiah felt alive in those moments. Less bored when he was searching for old relic of gods of old. Or as absent minded in ennui when confronted with endless exposition of history and culture.
Josiah even began to feel like there was some purpose to fighting. To feel the cold brink of death on his veins, riding an impossible high.
At the end of the battles, as the would-be avenging cult leader laid dead underneath Josiah's feet. There was a different cold overcoming him. Horrid fear.
With that undefined fear in his heart he somehow found his way to Russia, ditching his father and girlfriend, for a reason to cull this fear's reason before it arose ever again.
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ Brynadette "Bryn" Vasily -- Ex-Girlfriend. Or maybe Current Girlfriend....They really don't know themselves. She is 5 years his senior. Making her 23 years old! ❥ Ulysses Wayland. Father. ❥
✖ (enemies or rivals go here) ✖ ✖
◆ Gᴏᴀʟ(s)/Aᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏɴ(s): Unknown. Maybe he doesn't even know, he can't find the idea to follow. For some reason, Josiah shows a bit of FEAR when talking about the subject
◆ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ(s): Mᴀɪɴ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Song Title Bᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Song Title (Can add more, if you wish)
Sorry it took so long. I looked at your character before but I had to think about a few things before I said anything. Plus, we're only now accepting profiles. Here's my estimate:
Just a few issues that may arise later in the future, namely his power and control over it. While I like the idea of a psychic solider, this is a bit extreme. Telekinesis is fine as we spoke about, but I'm going to have to say his level of control and exactly how he uses it is a bit much for a newbie to the school. Yes, I know he apparently had some sort of training and a great degree of fabulousness when he first acquired his power, but even in his bio it's a bit much. Firstly, you're only allowed two powers in the beginning, and your Extra Aura is only one, ever. I can count Tactile Telekinesis if you lock most of the abilities in the beginning, and then "learn" them from the Physical Aura teacher later. Or, that shall be his only Aura, and shall have no grounding in anything else until he, again, trains with the teacher. If you don't choose an Extra ability in the beginning, then he is without. If you don't mind, then it's fine.
Here's the exact:
Augmented strength, of a sort, is acceptable. If he's as psychic as you're trying to make him, then it'd be his shield that's lifting it. Not he himself.
Enhanced Conditioning, I'm not even sure if I should allow this and you'll hear why in a bit.
Levitation via shield is alright, but he wouldn't have as much versatility as Auras with the ability to fly supernaturally.
I'm not going to ask you to remove the Shield, as that's his backbone.
What do you mean by -sub- in your last ability?
Also for the last; you can add the fact that your shield is transparent in the description of Tactile Telekinesis, but making a solid enough object out of pure force, I'm going to have to ask you to remove or hide it in a spoiler until further notice. This may be possible in his Supreme Form.
Now, I spoke with the crew on these points, and here's what they say.
Remove the Enhanced Conditioning for "Athletic Conditioning." I say this doesn't need to be in the ability section, and can be counted as a strength.
If you want to lift things specifically with the psychic shield, the lifting strength should likely match the durability level; something capable of only taking a few solid punches is not going to be able to lift the same as someone with enhanced or super strength. Perhaps more than the average human, but he wouldn't win against someone with the actual Super Strength.
I remembered when we were talking about his lack of need for a Supreme Form, but with these "limitations," it'll actually be useful. I'm also supposing that my phrase "Hulk out" was misunderstood, so I'll perhaps have to change that. With the Supreme Forms, your character and their abilities are figuratively put on steroids, enhancing their natural and their Aura abilities. With training, he'd gain the supreme form and even without it his Aura Abilities would grow stronger. His shield would be able to hold of more dangerous attacks and pick up heavier objects.
What do you mean by leave it in a spoiler. The telekinetic shield something like invisible woman of the F4's ability
Also I will remove the levitate in it's entirety when I get the chance and I will remove the Enhance Conditioning, and put one of his strengths as Athletic Condition.
Also thanks for clarifying the Supreme Form form for me, but I dunno about it
Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 8:16 pm
Margery Heaven
I made some edits, however if I still need to work on it tell me pls
I made some edits, however if I still need to work on it tell me pls
Sorry this is taking so long. I asked someone to help you, but I think they got over-encumbered by real life v . v You'll have my full attention to tomorrow evening my time, which I suppose would be in over eighteen hours... That sounds awful. While I'm away, if you want a kickstarter feel free to ask the active crew!
┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴┴ ┤◙Team Forbidden|◙Physical Aura|◙Profile|◙Age: 18|◙Theme Song - I Love Myself├ ┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬┬
◆ Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Shiriki Keme ◆ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s)/Aʟɪᴀs(ᴇs): The Desert Walker ◆ Aɢᴇ: 25 ◆ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: male ◆ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: 11/1 ◆ Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: America, Roaming tribe of Native Americans
╠ ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ / Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs:
Various tattoos from his tribe.
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss:
Social situations Endlessly hungry
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs:
Objective based think Athletic and a natural and a trained combatant. Amazing hunter and tracker, can pin point shots and smells with relative ease, he has an amazing awareness of his surroundings
◆ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'7 ◆ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 170 ◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ: Lean/Lithe, but a slight muscular ◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: Native American ◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Blonde mixed with dark brown/black ◆ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Green / Yellow ◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Asexual ◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Single ◆ Lɪᴋᴇs: ✓ Hunting ✓ Learning about animal Auras ✓ Being left alone
◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ✗ Loud disruptive noise and people ✗ Long conversations ✗ Being expected to respond
╠ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs / sᴋɪʟʟs / ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs / ᴇᴛᴄ. x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Tʏᴘᴇ:: Ritually Activated Magic Aura
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs:: !Secret!
The Walker | The Walker is a creature born of rituals and taboos, hailing from his Shiriki's culture it seems to be the source of both Yee Naaldooshi and Wendigo legends of a shapeshifting monster born from a human indulging in the taboos of gluttony, lust, and wrath.
The Walker has has many bestial forms, brought about being able to "meld with animal pelts" and take over their forms. However these forms pale in comparison to the ability that comes from showing their now true forms, they are generally resistant to cold and the elements. Ash, silver, and pure holy attacks and often show signs of success against them
Key Features of The Walker
Certain abilities are conditional and are locked behind certain walls.
* - Hunger | Hunger is a sort of frenzy state that he goes through, normally isn't activated, but it's effects last 6 Post and cools down in 7 to 8 + - Normal | Magical Augments
+ Enhanced Hunter | Alo...he main stay of gluttony within The Walker. It feasts on anything it can get it's hands on, normally it's meat. Usually human or raw. Howeve once in the Hunger State he is able to feat on matter all around him, improving his strength and sanity/rationality
* Fear Feasting and Fear Mind Games | The greatest asset to The Walker is the ability to incite fear and manipulate it. They can impose fear and they can use it to their advantage in various ways. One is to communicate to those who fear it while in a Hunger State to those who fear to incite more fear. More so its the ability to teleport to their prey while they still fear it is their greatest asset
+ Aura Pelt Wearing | In the legend that speaks of The Walkers, they said that they can wear pelts of animal and shapeshift into the creatures they skinned it from. Animal Auras are seemingly no different different to this effect as they too can be effected by this--only when they are skinned. It takes only the base animal form.
Hunger Form | Become a large creature, with a deep set black and green color scheme that doubles his physical abilities. It is harder to physically hit him. Looks like
◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ::
◆ Pᴇᴛ: He seemingly has an entire pack of a strange Dire wolves, that seeming are larger than life. They seem to be at his beck an call. He has gotten away with the owning of these animals is that he suggests it helps protect for the school from outside predators and scavengers
◆ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): A Hatch, Bow and Arrow, and various other hunting tools ◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: No one ever should touch his pelts. Ever.
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
Stoic in his actions and shows a objective based thought. He's subtly manipulative and doesn't often seem human in that he barely shows connectivity and comradeship with others. Rather emotionless and sterile, he understand human emotion in a way that is on a different perception. He lacks empathy and feigns sympathy when need be.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ:
This story will be told through the words of Shiriki himself
..We traveled from the horn of the eastern bend. They called it Maine now. I don't claim to know what my elders called it, nor do I share the same sentiment that they have with the area.
We're nomadic....We were nomadic. It nearly always been that way--the invaders never really bothered us as we never met them once they conquered the land. We had nothing to worry about, we always moved. No commitment, well that's what they elders passed down to me. . We had no Trail of Tears, but we were often run out of town for our actions, actions that seemed strange and unusual to the invaders Even the other tribes hated our mere existence due to our blatant disrespect for the spirits.
We were never the devout people in the way that people thought. It was irrelevant to our people for time immemorial. Our people were not the most friendly, it was disgusting existence we were brought into this world in. Anomalies to the world of aura. We were abominations.
Our clan had followed our religious practices for as long as the first animals roamed the land.....
When I was born into the world we had less than 30 members left. Our original numbers measured in the hundreds. Hubris, massacres, or whatever happened to the old ones--it killed us. It tore our number to shreds and damned us to go into practices even horrid for us.
I was 15 when my father called on me. He showed me the world I never knew. Auras. The spirits that gave them strength seemingly abandon us. However in our exile from the beings that were held high above us--just like the invaders..We found strength
We grew knowledgeable. We found strength. We found substance.
I was to go on a rite of passage with my father and the men of my tribe. Little did I know what it really meant. We spent months out in the wilderness--forbidden to eat anything. Drink nothing. And only practice the knowledge bestowed upon us by our exiled ancestors. We heard the language of the mind, fear. We listened to it. We bathed in it. We were nourished, but driven to ferocious hunger by it. Ecstasy and bliss. We finished our rite, but we had to hunt to end it. We were new beings. Greater than the ones before. And we came upon the surviving villages nearby. Our own tribe along with many others. We feasted for days.
I saw peeling of mother's skin as I tore it from her tendons on her face. She looked so proud of me that day. She cried in celebration. That miraculous day, nothing I had felt before or will ever feel again will ever compare.
Not before long I had grown even a more ravenous appetite than my father or those who survive the Hunt. He had told we had ascended to become Walkers. Creatures of immense magical power, nature's wrath personified. If we skinned the animals we could see through their eyes and hunt their intruders as we wish to hunt ours.
We took a small town in the horn of Maine. It was invigorating. And entire town for the slaughter. We rode into town that day with surety that our dread enemies would never invade our home again...However I still had hunger. A thirst. So I hunted down even my father, the chieftain, the others will they still had their form.
That day I earned another cannibal status. I had become The Last Walker. I noticed when we came into the town a young girl shift between forms. I hunted her for days. Appearing in her windows watching her and following her around after she moved from asylum to asylum. Suddenly I notice that she had no pelt to make her shift.....It was the Aura.
Her aura allowed her to shift. I skinned her. And wore her skin a trophy. It melded well, it was almost the same sensation as the other hunts. However it faded to quickly for my taste.
I needed to find more....but where......? ◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ -- ❥ ❥
✖ Any Animal Aura -Secret- ✖ Anyone who stands in his way ✖
◆ Gᴏᴀʟ(s)/Aᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏɴ(s):
To Hunt forever
To gather all the pelt of Animal Auras and feel the same invigorating moment he had in the beginning of his childhood
◆ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ(s): Mᴀɪɴ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Song Title Bᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Song Title (Can add more, if you wish)
◆Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ: You know who it is ◆ Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Marcello Virgilio ◆ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s)/Aʟɪᴀs(ᴇs): The Windy Black Blade ◆ Aɢᴇ: 18 ◆ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male ◆ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: 4/6 ◆ Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Brazil and The United States
╠ ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ / Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: None ◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss: He's a smoker, so he is addicted to tobacco and it affects him slightly
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: Athletic Trained Martial Artist in Capoeira and Brazilian Kenjutsu Confident He is vey strong willed ◆ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'2 ◆ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 213 ◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ: Lean, built ◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: Japanese/Russian
◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Brown Dreadlocks ◆ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Green-Brown ◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Hetero ◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Single ◆ Lɪᴋᴇs: ✓ practicing his martial arts ✓ some substances ✓ enjoying nature
◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ✗ He doesn't know his father's or mother's native language, don't ask him to speak it ✗ Finding Unique Ways to use his aura ✗ Mentioning his family
╠ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs / sᴋɪʟʟs / ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs / ᴇᴛᴄ. x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Tʏᴘᴇ:: Elemental
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs::
Carbon Manipulation | Marcello has a unique ability of manipulating Carbon. One of the elements most abundant on our planet. However this boy still has much to learn. Unable to manipulate carbon on a personal level, meaning he can manipulate Carbon within his arm's distance.
His rather unique ability allows him to create armor made from carbon around his skin--or at least take a layer of his skin to turn a gray-ish black and be durable to take most hit to the face with little difficulty. However it does limit his mobility and makes him weigh more. His strength is a trained combatant, and despite having no super human strength, his attack while in armored form pack a huge punch
His ability allows him to control the carbon in his near vicinity, meaning that even inanimate objects, such as furnished wood, petroleum, CO2, and the like are control within his limited sphere of his power.
CO2 Grenades | Using from the CO2 from his breath he can create fragmentation grenades by making stripping the Carbon from the CO2 and forcing it to bottle and pressurize the Oxygen. This has a short time till the hairline fractures of the grenade get weakened--allowing for highly destructive results to come about when these fractures split. Shards of hardened carbon fly about the battlefield, the explosion can propel them fast enough to cut through steel. It has a medium blast radius. Marcello uses his wind manipulation to float these grenades to make a minefield in which his foes have to cross--or he can use it to whip the grenades as high-speeds to destroy his opponents with both the impact and explosion
Arms/Weapons Hardening | Given the weapon he holds is something like wood, he can harden it to become the same strength material as his skin. This allow for his weapons to withstand great amount of clashes and bouts with relative ease.
The Weaknesses | His main weakness is focus. He needs unbroken concentration to maintain any thing using his ability. ◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ:: Air/Wind Manipulation
Uses
◆ Pᴇᴛ: None
◆ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): A Wooden Bokken | Vento | A wooden japanese styled sword and training too in which he can use his carbon manipulation with
A Wooden Wakazashi | El Nino | similar to the Bokken, but a short blade that can be paired with his sword and is a more versatile weapon.
Concealed Bamboo Armor | Armor in which he can double reinforce his body and
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: His weapons
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: A rather brutally honest and dry kind of guy, Marcello is actually introverted and tends to show various sides to those around him. Mostly varying on the size of the group or the intimacy of the person/people he associates with. His dry reactions and lack of a censor gets him into trouble, something which he feels personally saddened for, but at the same time realizes this is how he just is
Marcello is a young man confident to his actions and craft and that kinda gives him this confident, even arrogant, self-centered form to himself. Marcello is not the generic confidence in which he hypes himself up, more so that he sees himself beyond a normal person and wants to be referred to that as such. He sees himself as a warrior, a fighter, and a master of his art.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: Born to a Brazilian Mother and an estranged Japanese-Brazillian Father, Marcello was born in Brazil, but after a falling out with his father, Marcello's Mother left for america. At the age of 12 Marcello lost his mother to which he forced to go to live with his father. He was sent by the mother's family to Brazil to live with his father.
A culture shock over took Marcello as he spoke no Portuguese, Spanish, or even his father's Japanese. Marcello only knew English and American culture/customs, a fish out of water in which Marcello was constantly forced to adjust to the new surroundings.
Once the young boy reached Ronin Town he was met with a booming town filled with people from Fishermen to people just looking for a new start. The local languages in which they resided was a mixture settlement varied, but general hostility was given to those who didn't learn the native language. Marcello relocated to a city similar to San Paulo's Suzano Japanese-Brazilian mixed area, but his was seedy favela/slum in which crime ran rampant. Named "Ronin Cicade" or Ronin Town.
Marcello was a b*****d child, and was a child of adultery. Marcello's father, Luiz, had an entire family and several sons that he saw fit to force them to claim succession to his Martial Arts school. Luiz's 5 other sons, all older than Marcello, had become known with in the town and had gained respect from their father somewhat. Each becoming a worth successor as such the way that they were introduced to Marcello disgusted them. It was loss of respect for Luiz in there eyes. The Eldest sought to takeover the school, the two below her made a gang to which terrorized the town, and the the other two still worked within the dojo. As they hadn't reached the level of the elder ones. These last two were named Yasha and Yamato. They weren't exactly happy for the falling out, but they stayed with the family.
However Marcello had gotten the brunt of blame, even somewhat casted out from the house. Marcello wasn't kicked out by his father, it was the sort of apathy and sense of duty not consideration of blood made him take care of him. Marcello felt disgusted by it all, barely even remembering the language his mother spoke to him as a child, only for him to lose it cause he didn't care. And he could hear it all around him. Straight from the people who lived in the same country she did as a child. He felt alone. Alone in familiarity of voices, alone in the nation in which he knew nothing. Alone cast off from his brothers and sisters due to their anger and disgust at his mere existence. Marcello's half siblings were infuriated with their father and Marcello's mother. Mostly due to Luiz cheating on a sick and dying woman, his actual wife with Marcello's mother--who at the time was a student to his Martial Arts school.
Marcello lived in the favela and sporadically showed his face around the Dojo.
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ Yasha Virgilio - Luiz's 2nd youngest and Marcello's half-brother ❥ Yamato Virgilo - Luiz's 3rd youngest and Marcello's half-brother ❥ Luiz Virgilio - Marcello's Father ❥ "
✖ Hana Virgilo - eldest child and half-sister ✖ Gen Virgilo - 2nd eldest brother. Twin to Ken ✖ Ken Virgilo
◆ Gᴏᴀʟ(s)/Aᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏɴ(s):
◆ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ(s): Mᴀɪɴ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Song Title Bᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Song Title (Can add more, if you wish)
◆ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:
Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2015 7:03 pm
▅▅Kirk Jaeger ▅▅
╠ ɢ ᴇ ɴ ᴇ ʀ ᴀ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ:
◆ Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ:
◆ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s)/Aʟɪᴀs(ᴇs):
◆ Aɢᴇ: (between thirteen and nineteen) ◆ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:
◆ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ:
◆ Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: (Where were you born/raised?)
╠ ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ / Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs:
◆ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ:
◆ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ:
◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ:
◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ:
◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ:
◆ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ:
◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs:
◆ Lɪᴋᴇs: ✓ ✓ ✓
◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ✗ ✗ ✗
╠ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs / sᴋɪʟʟs / ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs / ᴇᴛᴄ. x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Tʏᴘᴇ:: (Magic Auras need to apply, include Magic Aura type)
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs:: (Keep to your type for these two. Unless crew/captains say otherwise)
◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ:: (Only one unless permissions are given. If you're a Natural Aura, you can't have an Unnatural power.)
◆ Pᴇᴛ: (optional, but no mythical creatures.)
◆ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): (Be reasonable. You're a teenager.)
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: (What does your character cherish? What have they taken with them to the academy?)
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ:
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ (romantic are not, they go here) ❥ ❥
✖ (enemies or rivals go here) ✖ ✖
◆ Gᴏᴀʟ(s)/Aᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏɴ(s):
◆ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ(s): Mᴀɪɴ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Song Title Bᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Song Title (Can add more, if you wish)
[/size][/align] [align=left] [size=10]||[color=#4A4117][i]"The way you children are, it's naive to think that you gain [b]power[/b] without hardship...."[/i][/color]||[/size]
[color=black]『[/color][size=10][color=white][b]!![/b]M o n s t e r[b]!![/b][/color][/size][color=black]』[size=7]◣◥ △ ◤◢❖◣◥ △ ◤◢❖◣◥ △ ◤◢❖◣◥ △ ◤◢❖◣◥ △ ◤◢❖◣◥ △ ◤◢❖◣◥ △ ◤◢❖◣◥ △ ◤◢◣◥ △ ◤◢[/size][/color][/align] [align=center] [size=10]
[align=right][color=black][size=7]◣◥ △ ◤◢❖◣◥ △ ◤◢❖◣◥ △ ◤◢❖◣◥ △ ◤◢❖◣◥ △ ◤◢❖◣◥ △ ◤◢❖◣◥ △ ◤◢❖◣◥ △ ◤◢◣◥ △ ◤◢[/size]『[/color][size=10][color=white][b]!![/b]M o n s t e r[b]!![/b][/color][/size][color=black]』[/color]
[size=10]|| [color=#4A4117][i]"With [b]power[/b] that you silence the clamor, silence the night by[b] freeing[/b] yourself of humanity's shackles. "[/i] [/color]||[/size][/align]
[align=right]┕▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭▭⊰⋘╢[size=17][color=#8BA446]▣[/color][/size]╟◄━━━━━┙[color=white]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx[/color][/align] [align=left] [size=10]|| [color=#4A4117][i]"With [b]power[/b] that you silence the clamor, silence the night by[b] freeing[/b] yourself of humanity's shackles. "[/i] [/color]||[/size][/align]
◆ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s)/Aʟɪᴀs(ᴇs): You will call me Teacher.
◆ Aɢᴇ: 36
◆ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
◆ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: ???
◆ Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Gypsy/Nomad
╠ ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ / Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: A plethora of scars
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs:
◆ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'4
◆ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 230
◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ: Scarred built
◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: Mutt. Has heritage from all over.
◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Brown to a Black in some instances
◆ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ:
◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Heterosexual
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Single
◆ Lɪᴋᴇs: ✓ Hunting ✓ Training ✓ The smell of campfires
◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ✗ Cowardice ✗ Pride without power ✗ Students giving up on themselves
╠ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs / sᴋɪʟʟs / ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs / ᴇᴛᴄ. x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Tʏᴘᴇ:: Animal Aura
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs:: (Keep to your type for these two. Unless crew/captains say otherwise)
◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ:: (Only one unless permissions are given. If you're a Natural Aura, you can't have an Unnatural power.)
◆ Pᴇᴛ: (optional, but no mythical creatures.)
◆ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): A strange and extremely durable whip. It feels almost organic
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: His necklace, a memento. His whip
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: He is a strict man, but in all honesty he hates seeing folks fail, failing at something that could be extraordinary.With that he is naturally commanding and more coarse around the edges, even with Alice's intergration with him in the school.
He is rather independent, often wishing to be alone or to do missions alone. This is also reflected in his teaching as he often teaches independence than reliance. He holds a slight competition with his students...healthy or not.
He is also not subtle with his actions if he chooses to put down a student. He is considered the "hardass" of the teacher faculty. He is willing to make harder moral decisions than most, and with that he is see as a 'ends justify the means type of man. He is not. He is more willing to be devil's advocate.
He does not favor the students unequally, however he would often shore up the students that try their hardest and come up short. In that regard Rikardt is extreme kind, but rather not show it. He often grows extremely attached to his students and treats them more like children.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ:
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ A.L.I.C.E | Mentor ❥ ❥
✖ (enemies or rivals go here) ✖ ✖
◆ Gᴏᴀʟ(s)/Aᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏɴ(s): to create the world's strongest defenders who take pride in what they do...most of all though, he wants the students to embrace and love their abilities. Not deem them curses or find them as a gift to enforce power over others
◆ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ(s): Mᴀɪɴ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Song Title Bᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Song Title (Can add more, if you wish)
