◆ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s)/Aʟɪᴀs(ᴇs): Kiyo, The Unchained Demon, Earth Breaker
◆ Aɢᴇ: 26
◆ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
◆ Rᴀᴄᴇ: Human
◆ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: 12/9
◆ Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Veronica
◆ Sᴀʏɪɴɢ: "You want to know where my mountain of strength peaks? . . .I do as well."
Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2018 4:45 pm
╠ ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ / Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: A large gash over his chest and black marks where a tattoo use to sit, as well as chain like tattoos wrapping around his back and torso, cut off at points so they do not connect.
◆ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'2
◆ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 210 lb
◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ: A very muscular frame with toned arms and legs, and a scupled torso.
◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: Japanese
◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Sandy Black
◆ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Crimson
◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Pansexual
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Single
◆ Lɪᴋᴇs: ✓ Battle/Martial Arts ✓ Most Meat and Noodle Dishes ✓ Challenges and Difficult Quests ✓ Wisdom (even in small quantities) ✓ Fishing and Botany
◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ✗ Disgusting Attitudes ✗ Zealous attitudes ✗ Cowardice ✗ Hierarchy ✗ Anticipation ✗ Using his Full Power
◆ Bᴀsᴇ ᴏғ Oᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs / Hᴇᴀᴅǫᴜᴀʀᴛᴇʀs: The Alvarez Empire
◆ Gᴜɪʟᴅ Mᴀʀᴋ Bᴏᴅʏ Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: The Center of his chest
◆ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ᴏғ Gᴜɪʟᴅ Mᴀʀᴋ: Coal
Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2018 5:26 pm
╠ ᴄ ᴏ ᴍ ʙ ᴀ ᴛ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Mᴀɢɪᴄ/Aᴜʀᴀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Royal Blue/ Emerald Green
◆ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: Titanesque Strength, Great Potential/Well of Power, Amazing Speed, Endurance and Toughness to keep up with his body, An amazing amount of control
◆ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs: Power Limiters set in place, Lack of Experience working in a cell, Cockiness
◆ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ: His body (Using unique Martial Arts)
◆ Aʀᴍᴏʀ: Two gilded metal armlets that are harvested from steel, iron, and gold to give light protection from normal blades and spears, though this is merely for his own design more than protection.
◆ Eǫᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ: An extra set of clothing, Gloves, Runes, and a cloak
◆ Fɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ Tʏᴘᴇ(s): Putting the majority of the knowledge he gained into Martial arts, he has dipped his hands into the eastern Style of the Waning Moon Fist. This incorporates a number of different abilities, though focuses on a fluent and smooth motion with his hands. This, creates the illusion if done correctly of slow moving hands, being foreshadowed, allowing for swift and precise strikes near open areas. The style is meant too be used either to wear down opponents to give a decisive blow ,or to plant his strong body into detrimental blows to the opponent, opening their guard for more open shots. Though this motion and style is meant for, above all else, to be elegant and graceful. The style is honed in him, as he pushes forward to attempt to mix this in with simple punch and kick styles making it his own, though this is only for the first leg of his power and is usually meant for the fodderish people he meets on his forward path.
As the opponent's strength and power grows, so will the battle prowess and spirit of the man who stands as a Mage. Using the hidden power of the great physical well of strength he relies. He uses the Opposing form of the Waning Moon Fist, which is the Star Shower. This relies on heavy and swift punches and kicks, made for overpowering opponents and overwhelming groups with pure strength that is relatable to monsters and titans.
◆ Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ: Qi and Control: Through rigorous training, Frit has access to Qi, a form of energy that enables the holder to gain the ability to surpass human limits when it concerns their physical and mental prowess. Unlike Magic, which requires an innate attribute to possess due to its nature, Qi can theoretically be obtained by anyone in the world who strives for it. This is because Qi isn't an energy that is awoken, but rather, exists naturally in all human beings in a dormant state. Through training in the mind, body and reflecting on one's experiences through meditation, one eventually taps into the purest essence of their soul and awakens a latent fighting spirit from within it that leaks out of the confines of the soul and into the physical body that acts as its cage. When this spirit leaks out, it acts as a form of energy that blends with the anatomical functions of the body, vastly enhancing one's physical and mental capabilities by fusing with the body's cells. When compared to Magic, which has a primarily "external" method of control, Qi acts completely internally. As a result, Qi cannot be externalized by any means. Of course, if the user wields a weapon as a natural extension of themselves through training, such restrictions are bypassed. But reaching this level of skill is another hurdle of its own. Alternatively, one can theoretically "externalize" their Qi through the projection of one's physical force bolstered by Qi into the environment — the primary example of which is air pressure. An interesting aspect of the energy is that the achievement of Qi tends to prolong one's life due to the revitalization of their internal health. A Master of Qi can also use their own life energy on their targets as well. Qi can be used, aside from simply enhancing oneself, to heal and support themselves and others, using key pressure points to stimulate muscle growth, accelerate healing, or repair damaged tissues by using their own Qi to massage the connecting areas that surround certain pressure points such as blood vessels, arteries, ethernano clusters, and flow of blood, interacting with every single living cell and passes through every organ through the user's own Qi. In order to successfully use this on a another person, a user must first master the difficult step: the complete and utter mastery of the Meridian System ( 經絡, jīngluò). The meridian system, also called Life Network (生活ネットワーク, Seikatsu Nettowāku), are a series of pathways and sensitive pressure points through which the life-energy known as Qi flows. In order to successfully use Qi on a person to it's utmost highest potential, each user has to thoroughly learn and memorized the location of all meridian points in the human body, able to strike each point in order to deliver varying types of damage that range from being a simple nuisance to life-threatening damage that cripples people. Often used for pain relief, it can be reversed into inflicting even greater levels of pain if struck in the correct manner. By applying the effects of their own Qi, the user can remove various conditions from themselves or others, returning the person or themselves to their original, unmodified state and/or gain a pure condition free from all outside conditions such as paralysis. This is a variation of healing that restores their normal condition by removing any form of illness, diseases, inflicted upon through magic that causes behavioral shifts which are caused by spells, hypnosis and mind control.
The primary expression of one's Qi to another is classified as Sakki (殺気, Murderous Spirit). As such, it is often touted as an equivalent to a Mage's Magical Aura. However, the primary difference lies, once again, in the lack of externalization available to a user of Qi. Despite this seemingly being a restriction, it can actually be used in favor for a particularly skilled combatant. After all, one's Sakki is directed through one's intention. As such, any who are victim to being the target of the user is soon engulfed in the incredible mental stress associated with the viewing of the Sakki. After all, the Sakki is a direct confrontation to the opposing party's soul by the strength of one's own soul. As such, it ends up being a battle of willpower. It is due to the fact that this exchange occurs between the souls that, unlike the rowdy nature of Magical Aura, one's Sakki doesn't leave lasting effects on the environment. Although, this doesn't prevent those with considerable skill in Qi or Magic Sensing to be able to perceive the individual exerting this force.
Given that it provides a limit-breaking opportunity for those who access the energy, its primary use lies within the enhancement of one's martial arts. It provides the user an avenue to access supernatural skills that are only taught about in legends. Due to their diligence in controlling the body's strength, a user of Qi is fully capable of channeling and focusing the energy into different parts of their body, exponentially enhancing their traditional martial arts forms and techniques. When considering the alignment one's Qi possesses, it is also fully possible to surround one's body in an elemental form, an aspect of Qi that often causes proficient Martial Artists to personalize their fighting styles to optimize the strength granted by one's spirit.
◎ Nullification Magic is utilized for nullifying any magical attacks and discharges it within an area away from the Mage. The user of this Magic has a very ample radius in which the Magic may be employed from.
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◎ Crush (粉砕クラッシュ Kurasshu) is an extremely powerful Caster Magic that allows the user to break that with which they come into contact.
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» All Crush: The user thrusts their hand forward and creates a cross-shaped blast of energy in an attempt to disintegrate their target
» Crushing Evil, Spreading the Truth: Absolute Heaven: The user hits the target with a powerful strike, imbued with Crush. The force of the spell is able to cause an explosion on contact.The recoil leaves their arm limp and useless afterward.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2018 10:18 pm
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: The man's stern exterior is matched with his bold personality. His gaze stares true as he tries to feel for each person he meets, and create a bit of an inspiration for those who need it. Though this isn't a cake walk or sugar coated nonsense, the man feels as though all who speak of courage should be able to act on it and put action towards the written or spoken. This also leads to where people seem to see his relentlessness, his anger and tenacity that he shows in combat sometimes comes into his social encounters while he finds it hard to keep a lid on when confronted with blatent weakness. Especially those with a great deal of sway or potential.
This isn't to say that he's full of testosterone, the young man cares deeply for those he fights for and along side. And though he holds much of the tender emotions within, he tries when his pride allows him, to be a good friend and figure for those who need the shoulder to lean on. This can be seen more when he is caught with a plant in sight or a cup of tea in his hand. A simpler joy is always a way to calm the beast that is thought to be,Kiyomaru, the roar of the lion.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: From the creation of this being, was scripted from a tale far in the past, more than some have lived. Though before his tale took a turn for the mythical, he was but a young lad. Born into a land where the crops were harvested during each season, and to a village where everyone knew everyone. Each member was family. In this place, he was raised. A farmer's hand and a Fisher's son. Each day he worked was like a new adventure though he was confound to the village. His siblings and his parents always chastising him when he strayed too far from the place he was suppose to be, though he didn't mind. The young man known as Kiyomaru ran free. He wasn't too rebellious to stray outside of the town's walls, until the age of 13, where a man stumbled across the village. His stature greater than any that most had seen, and he struck the young girls and boys with stories of the outside world during his stay. The tales captivated the young man at this age and he yearned for more. This wasn't going to be easy with his family, but he was going to try.
On the condition of tutelage, his parents and the man agreed to take Kiyomaru across the plains and around the world as a study and possible successor to a martial art. This was merely a front for the young man. His carefree attitude was shown in his training as he took his lessons with a grain of salt. The young man took in as many sights as he could while his master and peers would frown upon his behavior. Though with the light training he paid attention to, he would be able to fend for himself. Each moment filled with a bliss that he would've have gotten at the village. As he reached 15 years of age, the men and women who followed the fist began to exile him from out of training activities. They outcasted him as a slacker and only communicated him for training purposes. This bothered him slightly, seeing as the extent of his interactions came from the man who trained him disciplining his action, or his exploits with strangers. Though it seemed at the end of each day, at the time for meals, the master would sit by him, asking of his travels.
Maturing and growing a bond with his master, at age 17, he would begin to practice seriously on his own, attempting to grow separately due to the actions of his peers. This reason made his carefree attitude peak as he felt he was keeping up with them all doing extra sessions alone, though as he was caught by a river by one of the companions he felt were like estranged family approached him, he had his first altercation. His defeat was crushing, each blow he received made his body contort, and his blows barely scaved him.He was battered and beaten. His eyes filled with a weariness he had not felt before. From the day after and on, his solitude was spent in meditation and exploration, though it seemed it was to look for something rather to relax coyly. The sudden shift from his carefree attitude to a solemn and sad individual was concerning to his master, and he was approached not too long after. He was spoken to, and with a few words from his master, he was asked to take stance.
A bout came between the two, and once more Kiyomaru could not stand to another man. His body felt defeated, more than before, until his master spoke on the successor. He was one of the top 3 candidates. He felt his heart gripe. Was this a farce to make his body work harder, or was this a truth that there was potential even he couldn't see. Kiyomaru would bow deeply as he sought guidance. His master merely told him that he would understand when the day came. Kiyomaru's mind made a move, he was taken to a greater place, a place where he needed to fight harder and stronger than before. His training was a bit more intense and his meditations took priority over travelling. His attitude reverted, but not his isms. He was seeing that more of the students would look at him differently. Either from envy or curiosity. He was changing. He was the youngest of them, and it was to be expected he was carefree, but his dedication grew, making him a visible contender. His body would memorize stances and his reflexes shined. And with the 18th year just passing, he would be at the announcement.
The man who had defeated him a year or so back. Was the only man contending him for the spot of successor. He would stand in a different light. His sadness had left for his jovial attitude he had before, that carelessness he held as a young man had faded into hardened passion that he showed in the bout for the successor. He fought for 19 hours against a man who was just as adamant about being the sole successor as Kiyo was. The peers prepared to lay down their way of the fist for a different one, or following the new successor to one day attempt to succeed him, though the two who fought gave their all without remorse. It was a single way out. Do or die. He wouldn't allow himself to lose. Kiyomaru, on the 20th hour struck 2 nerves in his opponent, making them go dim, before losing out, paralyzing his arms. After this, it was decided by a single blow from Kiyomaru. He put his opponent down. It seemed in this trail, his remorse had lapsed for the battle, and he destroyed the man's light.
Kiyomaru had become the successor, to much dismay, and surprise. None of the people around him would look to him like his master did, proud and reassured. The final lesson, it came sharp and strong. His technique was increased and the final secrets would be put into his mind, setting his succession in stone. Kiyomaru's master would retreat, for what seemed like the rest of his days to live peacefully. Kiyo's walk began as he was now free to travel the world, and pass on his way of the fist. Kiyomaru began his next phase of life.
5 years pass. The way of his fist is renown as a legendary killing art as he slays opponents and beast alike, making his name and renown great. Kiyomaru's eyes glew bright as he held onto 4 disciples that were ever ready for the way of the fist. His strength unparalleled in his country. And to his knowledge he would get the eye of the King and Queen themselves. His eyes would close to the troubles of the world as he approached the capital with his many students that he had surmounted and deemed. He would gain audience and with that. Betrayal. After a large bout and a few hostages, Kiyomaru was restrained and taken. The students were put on display after Kiyomaru was said to be slain. The headlines were the end of an era. The 100s of Generations of Martial arts ended there. Kiyomaru taken.
His body was crushed by spells. Reforged, manipulated. He couldn't stand the pain. He felt what he believed was hell several times over as he was tortured and experimented on. Years went on with this. Him and a dozen others. His tormented soul vowing that whoever did this, would rue the day they crossed him. Fiore, a nation all too bound by their own self righteousness. His soul glew with the power of what was taught to him, and without warning, he was able to break free, through all odds. His body torn and shattered, and with nothing but a drive for vengeance and reform. Though without a rhyme or reason, this could not be accomplished,which created the destroyed warrior's first plan. His eyes filled with lost cause, and his mind numbed to the outside world.
The grand libraries of the world is where he sought the next months of his life time. Regaining his strength with training as he moved along. His body hungering for another bout to release the stress that he was too accustomed to from the years before. Though in his great journey and travels, mages strayed from him, and many foes wndered off from the scarred lion. The man's wake was filled with enemies who only fled. Though he figured, the chances of figuring this out would come from his abilities, whether martial, or heritary. The books were to show the many signs that the martial art he used and the techiques he had at his disposal were passed through several master's beforehand and some similar styles were shown to still exist. Though greatest bit of information he recovered, was the liniage that he had.
He was apart of a royal blood line. Something he hated to admit as he looked through the tree, ending by his grandfather who they would pressumed the last of his own kind. Kiyomaru's plans had a new route to take, and with that, he was on his way to a land foriegn to him. This travel, allowed him to also tap into the other part of his information that came with his blood line. A strong aptitude for Magic. Though it seemed that it was far too far gone from what he had been taught, making for a relatively hard to grasp concept as he travelled. He would figure the one ability he had was to produce an aura that eliminated spells and magic around him, making the field of combat all too easy too manipulate.
His travels allowed him to march up to castle walls and with a slight showing of a symbol and stating his name to an all, but stern guard, he was taken within for a sentencing for forgery of a royal crest. The man stood before the king of old. A burlier man, with a grand aura of magic that could be sensed by all who stood within. Kiyo's eyes set on him feeling a boiling, knowing this man had nothing more to do, but sit and brood. Kiyo's eyes locked onto him before brandishing his coat and challenging the man who was king to a duel for his spot on the throne. Though with the gesture being casted as a joke, he was shown what hhe desired and his battle was to start at dawn the next day.
Without nuritment, nor the ability to move from his cell until the day came, he was thrown into the den of a wolf. The man standing before him, with cheers of nobles all around. Though as he bore fangs, Kiyo's would bare greater. His Prideful spirit and tenacity showed as each blow and spell was met with rebuttle. The chains of his oppression taking actual form in battle. His hands destroying each spell that was sent before him. The battle raged on, destroying parts of the castle before Kiyo's two fingers touched the inner chi of the old king. The power of Kiyo shined like a golden sheen and with it, he destroyed what the other man had worked so hard to build up. Kiyo had fought and became king within the coming weeks. In that time, his hand had sifted through the ranks of the locals, and garnered a new set of shields in order to set his ideals into motions.
