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Name: Ryot Tsuchi
Age: 19
Species: Wolf & Fox demon
((Working on a new profile for this character...Thankyou for your patience))
Age: 19
Species: Wolf & Fox demon
((Working on a new profile for this character...Thankyou for your patience))
Zakugen forms and names
Earth= Daichi ((Diamond blade instead of metal))
Water= Hesjing ((An aquatic whip))
Wind=Ryou ((Scythe))
Fire=Hotaru ((twin katanas))
Lightning= Shun ((static schimitar))
Darkness= Nobu ((Three part pole))
Light= Akira ((light energy))
Earth= Daichi ((Diamond blade instead of metal))
Water= Hesjing ((An aquatic whip))
Wind=Ryou ((Scythe))
Fire=Hotaru ((twin katanas))
Lightning= Shun ((static schimitar))
Darkness= Nobu ((Three part pole))
Light= Akira ((light energy))
Second RPC
Name: Atrum Pacis
Age: Appears: 18
Actual: (120)
Race: Vampire (Pureblood)
Powers: Thorn: A small Black blade, about a foot long. When Atrum says a phrase and the blades name, it extends to a four foot blade. Every time he slashes with his blade, when extended, a rift opens up and flurries of thorns erupt out from the rifts. He may choose to hold the thorns back, and save them up for a mass barrage of thorns. Depending on the color of the thorn’s tip, depends on the type of poison contained within the thorn.
Nature control: Atrum can make any plant grow in any environment he wishes. He can summon barbed vines to do his attacking for him. The thorns on these vines are extremely strong, but if met with enough force, can be broken. He can change the density of any plant to make it sturdier or weaker. Along with the control of nature, Atrum can speak to animals, and like all Vampires, he is super-naturally fast
Healing: Atrum has a naturally high healing rate, and when he drinks the blood of another, that rate is increased one thousand fold.
Appearance:
Height: 7’
Weight: 128 Pounds
Hair: Color: From ears forward, Blinding White. From the ears back, Onyx Black.
Length: The White part goes down to cheeks. Black is the same length.
Eye color: Violet
Clothes: Shirt: Black dress shirt, covering a black muscle shirt
Alt. Shirt: Bare chest with a leather vest.
Pants: Shiny black leather, held up by a studded belt.
Shoes: Nice dress shoes or black sneakers
Accessories: Leather collar around neck and leather armbands on biceps and forearms.
Body: Athletic; defined muscle but not overly buff.
Biography:
Atrum’s true story starts at the age of twelve. He was training with the use of a short bladed weapon. He was getting pumped up for his first mission that night. Atrum, by dumb luck, had been born into a family of assassins. Even though he was only twelve he had shown great potential as a future clan leader for the assassination squads, so the Elder of the squad had appointed him his very first mission. The boy was extremely excited, but anxious at the same time. What if he messed up? What if he couldn’t bring himself to kill another person? Luckily for him his parents, the two best assassins in the clan, were to accompany him. The day progressed slowly for the boy, the appointed hour drawing closer at such a sluggish pace that his sanity was threatened.
Atrum Zion was different from other purebloods. He had never acquired a familiar. Everyone else’s child had already started gaining their mystical power, while he was left in the dust, considered an outcast by the other children, while being considered a prodigy by the adults.
The time had come. His mother and father came to him and nodded. He got ready, tucking the front part of his hair into the headband that only he wore. ((He had always had a weird fashion sense.)) This act hid the white in his hair. The trio fled from their house, not even making a whisper of noise. Unfortunately, they had been followed by one other who knew of their exit. Atrum’s younger brother. He was almost as skilled as his brother in everyway, but he was considered better because at the age of nine he had started gaining a familiar. The trio, and their silent stalker, flew across the ground, arriving at their destination in under and hour.
The moon was high, giving Atrum the best visibility. In place of not getting a familiar yet, he had always been able to sense the energies people gave off, all except for his little brother's. He noted the thirteen guards on the premises, and bolted forward, closely followed by his parents. The thirteen guards fell easily and silently. Atrum’s parents smiled and held back as he went to make the kill. Upon entering the target’s room he noticed that he was already waiting. It was a fairly young Fox Demon, no older than his early twenties. Atrum froze, knowing he had been caught, but no alarm was raised, not that it mattered. If other houses got involved it would make things difficult.
The fox just looked at the young vampire and made a small gesture with his hand. Atrum flew forward, his neck fitting perfectly into the man’s hand. The fox made a questioning look as he brushed his hand over the young ones face, his own contorting into one of sorrow. It was only then that Atrum noticed that the demon was blind, but obviously powerful. The fox mumbled a few words, “If you take my life, your world will not be spared. Release…” With that he let go of the boy and fell back into a sitting position. Not more than three seconds later blood sprayed from his throat as the young boy slashed across it with his silver blade. “Your life is over old man. May your god have mercy on your soul.” With that he ran out of the room and met up with his parents, and departed quickly.
Atrum had a tugging in the back of his mind that something horrible was going to happen. Not a moment later than that thought, his mother let out a blood curdling scream and his father a choking gasping. Atrum spun around quickly to find his parents trapped in an intricate trap of thorned vines. The vines constricted quickly, piercing into the assassins’ bodies without so much as a hint of hesitation. He heard another scream, his little brother came hurrying out of the trees, another barbed vine chasing him. Atrum jumped in the way, slashing at the vine and was surprised it stopped once he had gotten in the way. He looked to his parents, noticing the amount of blood on the ground and the fact that the razor vines had wrapped around their throats. With a quick tugging, the vines snapped their necks, and decapitated them.
The fox’s words seemed to flow through his head as he watched his parents’ shocked heads fall to the ground, his little brother bawling like a baby. “Now…Release…” Then it hit Atrum that the fox wasn’t saying to release him, the demon had released something inside of him. His Vampiric powers, only he had no control over them! He heard his brother scream again as another vine came up, this time successfully wrapping around his throat. Atrum ran over to his brother, trying to take it off before the thorns tore into his flesh. Too late! The thorns slid in easier than they had with his parents. The boy grabbed the vine and tried to yank it off, cutting his hand in the process. Once his blood had touched the vine it froze, seemingly paralyzed by a higher power.
Atrum stared in surprise as the vine released itself and burst into a cloud of ash, getting carried away by a gust of wind. He stared in amazement. He held onto his little brother for a few moments before hefting him up and returning back to the clan’s base. He took his brother to the healers immediately then went and explained the situation to the Elder. The boy, of his own accord, left the assassin squad, in case another case happened. He bowed and left the room, without waiting for an actual dismissal. Atrum went back to his room and grabbed everything that could be useful for traveling. The vampire shook silently as he fought the tears. Unconsciously he grabbed a small black blade that he had never seen before. He set it at his waist, on his back for easy access. He stole off into the night, neglecting to bid farewell to his mortally wounded brother.
Name: Atrum Pacis
Age: Appears: 18
Actual: (120)
Race: Vampire (Pureblood)
Powers: Thorn: A small Black blade, about a foot long. When Atrum says a phrase and the blades name, it extends to a four foot blade. Every time he slashes with his blade, when extended, a rift opens up and flurries of thorns erupt out from the rifts. He may choose to hold the thorns back, and save them up for a mass barrage of thorns. Depending on the color of the thorn’s tip, depends on the type of poison contained within the thorn.
Nature control: Atrum can make any plant grow in any environment he wishes. He can summon barbed vines to do his attacking for him. The thorns on these vines are extremely strong, but if met with enough force, can be broken. He can change the density of any plant to make it sturdier or weaker. Along with the control of nature, Atrum can speak to animals, and like all Vampires, he is super-naturally fast
Healing: Atrum has a naturally high healing rate, and when he drinks the blood of another, that rate is increased one thousand fold.
Appearance:
Height: 7’
Weight: 128 Pounds
Hair: Color: From ears forward, Blinding White. From the ears back, Onyx Black.
Length: The White part goes down to cheeks. Black is the same length.
Eye color: Violet
Clothes: Shirt: Black dress shirt, covering a black muscle shirt
Alt. Shirt: Bare chest with a leather vest.
Pants: Shiny black leather, held up by a studded belt.
Shoes: Nice dress shoes or black sneakers
Accessories: Leather collar around neck and leather armbands on biceps and forearms.
Body: Athletic; defined muscle but not overly buff.
Biography:
Atrum’s true story starts at the age of twelve. He was training with the use of a short bladed weapon. He was getting pumped up for his first mission that night. Atrum, by dumb luck, had been born into a family of assassins. Even though he was only twelve he had shown great potential as a future clan leader for the assassination squads, so the Elder of the squad had appointed him his very first mission. The boy was extremely excited, but anxious at the same time. What if he messed up? What if he couldn’t bring himself to kill another person? Luckily for him his parents, the two best assassins in the clan, were to accompany him. The day progressed slowly for the boy, the appointed hour drawing closer at such a sluggish pace that his sanity was threatened.
Atrum Zion was different from other purebloods. He had never acquired a familiar. Everyone else’s child had already started gaining their mystical power, while he was left in the dust, considered an outcast by the other children, while being considered a prodigy by the adults.
The time had come. His mother and father came to him and nodded. He got ready, tucking the front part of his hair into the headband that only he wore. ((He had always had a weird fashion sense.)) This act hid the white in his hair. The trio fled from their house, not even making a whisper of noise. Unfortunately, they had been followed by one other who knew of their exit. Atrum’s younger brother. He was almost as skilled as his brother in everyway, but he was considered better because at the age of nine he had started gaining a familiar. The trio, and their silent stalker, flew across the ground, arriving at their destination in under and hour.
The moon was high, giving Atrum the best visibility. In place of not getting a familiar yet, he had always been able to sense the energies people gave off, all except for his little brother's. He noted the thirteen guards on the premises, and bolted forward, closely followed by his parents. The thirteen guards fell easily and silently. Atrum’s parents smiled and held back as he went to make the kill. Upon entering the target’s room he noticed that he was already waiting. It was a fairly young Fox Demon, no older than his early twenties. Atrum froze, knowing he had been caught, but no alarm was raised, not that it mattered. If other houses got involved it would make things difficult.
The fox just looked at the young vampire and made a small gesture with his hand. Atrum flew forward, his neck fitting perfectly into the man’s hand. The fox made a questioning look as he brushed his hand over the young ones face, his own contorting into one of sorrow. It was only then that Atrum noticed that the demon was blind, but obviously powerful. The fox mumbled a few words, “If you take my life, your world will not be spared. Release…” With that he let go of the boy and fell back into a sitting position. Not more than three seconds later blood sprayed from his throat as the young boy slashed across it with his silver blade. “Your life is over old man. May your god have mercy on your soul.” With that he ran out of the room and met up with his parents, and departed quickly.
Atrum had a tugging in the back of his mind that something horrible was going to happen. Not a moment later than that thought, his mother let out a blood curdling scream and his father a choking gasping. Atrum spun around quickly to find his parents trapped in an intricate trap of thorned vines. The vines constricted quickly, piercing into the assassins’ bodies without so much as a hint of hesitation. He heard another scream, his little brother came hurrying out of the trees, another barbed vine chasing him. Atrum jumped in the way, slashing at the vine and was surprised it stopped once he had gotten in the way. He looked to his parents, noticing the amount of blood on the ground and the fact that the razor vines had wrapped around their throats. With a quick tugging, the vines snapped their necks, and decapitated them.
The fox’s words seemed to flow through his head as he watched his parents’ shocked heads fall to the ground, his little brother bawling like a baby. “Now…Release…” Then it hit Atrum that the fox wasn’t saying to release him, the demon had released something inside of him. His Vampiric powers, only he had no control over them! He heard his brother scream again as another vine came up, this time successfully wrapping around his throat. Atrum ran over to his brother, trying to take it off before the thorns tore into his flesh. Too late! The thorns slid in easier than they had with his parents. The boy grabbed the vine and tried to yank it off, cutting his hand in the process. Once his blood had touched the vine it froze, seemingly paralyzed by a higher power.
Atrum stared in surprise as the vine released itself and burst into a cloud of ash, getting carried away by a gust of wind. He stared in amazement. He held onto his little brother for a few moments before hefting him up and returning back to the clan’s base. He took his brother to the healers immediately then went and explained the situation to the Elder. The boy, of his own accord, left the assassin squad, in case another case happened. He bowed and left the room, without waiting for an actual dismissal. Atrum went back to his room and grabbed everything that could be useful for traveling. The vampire shook silently as he fought the tears. Unconsciously he grabbed a small black blade that he had never seen before. He set it at his waist, on his back for easy access. He stole off into the night, neglecting to bid farewell to his mortally wounded brother.
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