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|  Subject: SARP Reboot Characters  03/11/14, 09:15 pm | |
| Characters should all be in their first year at Sanctum, which means they will be 16 years old.Name: Appearance: Age: Home Region: Personality: Biography: Soul Type: (What weapon is it? e.g, Khopesh, Gladius, Bow, etc. As said, what weapon you can have will depend on your home region.) Soul Appearance: (What does it look like?) Soul Effects: (Think Enchantments from Skyrim, Such as fire damage. This should have something to do with your character.) ---- Name: Emeline Winterhalter Appearance: - Spoiler:
She stands at about 5'7 Age: 16 Home Region: Lamorak Personality: Emeline is a mature, responsible and sensible girl, her strict upbringing making sure of that. She is usually calm and level headed, although she has a temper that, when flared, can make her act rashly and without thinking. Biography: Born into one of the few truly wealthy families in Lamorak, along with her father being the commander for the majority of Lamorak's armed forces, Emeline was brought up forced to act much more mature than her age to keep his impeccable reputation spotless. Emeline was raised in large houses with almost everything she wanted, but never spoiled. Her father made sure to instill in her a strong sense of honour and right or wrong, and made a point to teach her that she should help people less fortunate than themselves. When she eventually expressed her desire to follow her father into the military, Emeline's mother was horrified at the thought of her daughter being a soldier, though her father beamed with pride. Some time after her fourteenth birthday, Emeline and her father, along with the commanders of Koga, Paressia and Magnus, were given a tour of Sanctum Academy, courtesy of the Archangel. She wasn't particularly interested in the tour, but she feigned interest throughout. On the return trip, two days later, a group calling themselves "Leviathan's Ghost" attempted to kill her father, crashing a car into theirs and dragging them out. Her father was shot in the arm and made to watch as the gunman prepared to shoot Emeline, being stopped only when Emeline tried to fight back, her soul forming in her hands as the blade impaled assassin. Soul Type: Zweihänder - The White Rose Soul Appearance: - Spoiler:
From the end of the pommel to the tip of the blade, it is about 5'6 in length. Soul Effects: The pattern on the blade of her soul seems to crawl, and extends outwards into a thick rose bush. Emeline can control how large the bush grows and in which direction it grows, which can trap opponents' weapons or limbs.
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| | | | Razgriz
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| | Subject: Re: SARP Reboot Characters 04/11/14, 02:24 am | |
| Name: Conner Dorian
Appearance: Of average height, has a slim build from running. Skin is natural white though time spent out in the sun for so long has given him a light tan on the arms, neck and face. Dark hair and brown eyes.
Age: 16
Home Region: Lamorak
Personality: While his outward demeanor can be friendly and immature, the reality is that Conner can be quite serious and levelheaded when the situation arises. He harbors some ill will towards the nobles of Lamorak, seeing them as indifferent to the lives of those that live in the city. Despite that, he is brave, and loyal to those that do him a kindness and his friends.
Biography: Originally Conner had a father who owned a struggling business, however when a new tax was passed into effect by the nobles his father was unable to maintain the business, and was forced to close. Unable to maintain their home, Conner and his father were soon put to the streets when Conner was at the age of ten.
Winter came soon enough, and illness too his father. As the cold and snow set in it seemed as if the end would come for Conner himself in the form of an icy death. But Conner was saved by a group of thieves, who took pity on him and sheltered him, fed him, and soon taught him their trade. By the time he was 15, he was known among the group as Conner Swiftrunner, being among the fastest of the group, and a skilled thief.
Such a reputation though, did no come without a cost. On his sixteenth year of life, another group of thieves moved in to his city and sought to take control of the streets through intimidation of the smaller gangs, including Conner's. One day he was cornered in a street by two of the rival gang, and they demanded he join them or be made into a dead message for his group. Refusing them, they made to kill him with a knife to his chest, and in an act of defiance he lashed out with a fist.....and instead of punching, ended up stabbing the man through the chest with a dagger that spawned within his fist. He killed the man that day, sending the other fleeing, and when he returned to his gang.....they talked, and agreed to send him to Sanctum. But not to serve as an angel, but to learn and develop his skills and power, then return to be the gang's trump card against their rivals.
Soul Type: Dagger, Ebon Wind
Soul Appearance: Essentially a one-handed dagger totaling 14 inches, the handle and cross-guard make up four and-a-half inches while the blade itself makes up the other ten. A black steel blade with a handle wrapped in light brown leather and a cross-guard of silvery-steel.
Soul-Effects: Because Conner was always the runner and one of the fastest people in his town, when he focuses while holding the blade he is capable of achieving great speeds during traversal and combat, but only for a brief period of five seconds. Exceeding the limit risks damaging his body by straining it (as it was never meant for those speeds for prolonged time. When over, the effect cannot be used for two minutes while his body recuperates. | |
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| | Subject: Re: SARP Reboot Characters 04/11/14, 04:31 am | |
| Name:NIKOLAUS-IULIUS-GAII F.-NIKOLAI N.-TRIBU MARE-LATENS/ALBUS-NERO-DOMO TRANSYLVIA As it is written: NIKOLAUSIULIUSGAIIFNIKOLAINTRIBUMARELATENSALBUSNERODOMOTRANSYLVIAF. = Filius (son) N. = Nepos (grandson) Full name translated: Nikolaos of the Iulia Family son of Gaius grandson of Nikolaos of the tribe Mare the White part of the clan living in Transylvia Alternatively: Nikolaos of the Iulia family son of gaius grandson of Nikolaos of the Tribe Mare the hidden (part, section) of the clan living in Transylvia. Appearance: Wintry white skin, pale as if he'd seldom seen the sun. Dark Blue-gray eyes, uncommon among the citizens of Magnus, hinting at an ancestor from Lamorak. He's tall and lanky, skinny and long necked. Yet despite this he has some musculature to him, because fitness is promoted as a necessary part of a man's daily routine in Magnus. Age:16 (I'm really glad you put that disclaimer in your post, would've had him be 18 otherwise) Home Region: Magnus (Urbs Magni) Personality: On the outside he can be quite distant, the cares of this world not his own. He is by his nature as secretive as he is revealing. For everyone who meets him sees only the mask he wears. He lets no one close enough to see who he truly is. He is also mature to the point of elderly, a surprise to many who don't know him. He has a very "been there, done that" attitude. Biography: 1. intro to person 2. brief childhood 3. any talents or skill training prior to school 4. acquisition of the Soul 5. aftereffects 1. He's a stark intellectual from noble origins. At least that's what he tells people. His familial origins are that of estrangement. He is the odd one out in the family, not a bad egg, but not quite the same as them. Only ever being half-interested in family social events. Most especially since non-family members would be invited, such as Magnus Senators and those of the born class (born into nobility etc). His extended family are quite boisterous and active, talking much and trying to include everyone, quite extraverted. comparatively he himself is quite the quiet one, taking on more introversive traits. His immediate family, who would be his mother, who together lives with his uncle, who is of the upper class of Magnus, is much quieter. 2. Much of his childhood was sheltered and unsheltered. His mother tried to shelter him from the harshness of the outside world, recognizing that her son was sensitive soul. Though she did what she could, he was exposed to a lot of things common to that of Magnus. Political opponents being murdered in the street, threats, prostitutes in the street selling themselves off. Though if anything made him angry or sad he did not show it. He had a lot of privileges that others did not. Private tutors came to their mansion, some of which he got along with and others he could not. Proving to be quite bright some of his tutors were out-studied by him - they could teach him no more for he knew as much as they. 3. During his childhood he was kept in shape, as it was his duty to be, by trainers. The physical workouts often became boring to him, until they began teaching him to fight. This is picked up as if it was a second nature to him. He picked up basic swordsmanship and hand-to-hand. He also wandered the city, when he could get away from his mother, interacting with many different peoples of different positions. Many of these people he got along well with were those in positions of authority, giving him many connections within Magnus. 4. - Spoiler:
i. set-up
ii. flight
iii. fight
iv. horror/loss
v. soul
i. At night, the winding and wandering streets of Magnus grew into nightmarish darkness. Lest you bring a torch, you walked in the blanket of night, or by the soft glow seeping out of the cracks or balconies of homes. Few guardsman walked the streets with torches in hand, illuminating their walk. On this night, young Iulius Nikolaus (As he was often called, for his Grandfather was also Nikolaus, but though he is passed they refer to the young man as Iulius Nikolaus out of honor) was out among the winding streets. He had been cast from his home for the night, or rather, his Uncles home, for as head male of the family he held Patria Potestas by law. He might count himself lucky as not to receive greater punishment for his mere perceived crime that he was accused of. Magic, of all things. No doubt his fate was being decided as he was left in the hands of Nox. In his wanderings about the sleeping city he was halted by a guard, whom at a distance mistook him for a vagrant. the Guard was very surprised when he grew close enough to recognize Iulius Nikolaus. "Why are you out at this hour?" He questioned, "Does [Uncle's name] know you not within the house?" young Iulius told the guardsmen that he needn't worry as his Uncle knew quite where he was and would not elaborate on why he was not in the safety of his home. Magnus after dark was not a safe place after all. The young noble reject the guards attempts at offering his hand (a phrase meaning "help" or "guidance") for the night.
ii. After some time spent in wandering seclusion lingering on the tip of vagrancy, his mind began to be affected by the darkness enveloped city. This was worsened by the precipitous sound resembling that of a pot shattering upon the earth. The young noble's head snapped to the sound, looking for its source while his shocked heart raced. His palms began to sweat and he thought he felt a chill in the air, as if the temperature had suddenly plummeted. So stood he still before seeing the remnants of a pot that must have been knocked off some ledge from an overhanging balcony. This logical thought was not calming to his affected mind for soon as he registered it some thing moved in the shadows beyond his sight. He thought he recognized the shape as a person but his fear overwhelmed him and he took flight. Running down the streets of Magnus, a difficult feat given his toga. He ran as fast as he could, but no matter his pace, the thing seemed to be just behind him, obscured by the night and the deep shadows cast by the buildings that lined the road. He ran and he ran until at last an idea struck him, he could drop down a manhole into the sewers, surely that would lose the beast. So upon the first manhole he found, he looked over his shoulder to see nothing but blackness, something he expected to see, and fear of the possibility this unknown creature could maul him he hastily lifted the manhole and simply hopped down. The manhole covering clanging loudly as it landed in its place above him. When he landed, and promptly collapsed, in the sewer, he took a moment to look around. This tunnel went in two different directions, and it was narrow. He picked a direction and followed it. Eventually he heard what he assumed to be muffled sounds of heavy footsteps coming his way, and with a renewed panic took off down another series of tunnels, then another, until at last he was well and truly lost within the sewer system of Magnus. At some point the temperature in the sewer dropped even more, and he began notice bizarre looking spiders crawling about. The deeper he went down this tunnel the narrower it became until at last it was painfully obvious this was a passageway and not a sewerage tunnel. At the end of the passageway he found a simple wooden door with a simple latch-handle construction. Pushing through he found himself in one of the oldest parts of Magnus. The Catacombs. Those spiders he saw earlier, he realized, were bone-spiders. He moved further into the Catacombs, hoping, praying that there was an exit somewhere nearby. He wanted this nightmare to end.
iii. He walked and walked about the Catacombs until he had a harrowing thought. What if he has been walking in circles this entire time? This was a horrible revelation. Just then, a skull fell out of its place on one of the walls, shattering into a million little pieces on the ground. A bright illuminated the one who disturbed the catacombs, a big man, a burly man, a man clearly not from Magnus. Young Iulius had no weapons to defend himself, and slowly backed away from this intruder. "Where do you think your going, Iulius?" The man said, advancing upon Iulius. "I..." the young noble choked on his words. He knew not who this man was. Feeling that his life was threatened, he gathered his courage. When the burly man made an attempt to grab at Iulius, he side stepped out of the way and parried the man's arms off to one side. The big man just chuckled and made another grab at Iulius, This time he was successful, Iulius had not stepepd far enough away from the man to be out of his reach, so he was captured. Iulius struggled against his captor, trying to get loose and flee. It was no use, the man was too strong, too big. As the big man navigated through the catacombs, Iulius made idle threats in regards to what would happen to the man should he be caught by the guard. The man would laugh, like he was unafraid of such justice. The young noble soon learned why, on the mans belt was a pendant with the sign of his Uncle on it. He grew very quiet after seeing this. His quiet mood did not last, however, as within an instant he was thrown to the ground and the man carrying him ran off down one of the tunnels. When he hit the ground he saw, no, he felt the presence of that thing that had been stalking him earlier. Some evil, some monstrosity had followed him into the catacombs. This, he thought, would be a fitting place to die. Yet even as this morbid thought crossed his mind, terror once again took over him. He heard the screams of the other man as he was ripped apart by whatever it was that had come into the catacombs. Iulius ran off in the opposite direct our of fear. His footsteps echoing with deafening loudness through the catacombs. He was afraid to stop running.
iv. He ran until his legs gave out from under him, exhausted and lost in the catacombs. Just how far did these things stretch? He thought wearily. "This is it," he thought, "I am going to die here in the catacombs." The irony of the situation brought some humor, dying in a place for the dead. His thoughts turned to his mother, and to Venus, his matron goddess. To him it felt that only divine intervention could save him now, from whatever beast now hunted him. He laid exhausted upon the cold stone floor, all but enveloped in darkness. For better or for worse, sounds echoed in the halls of the dead. He knew his fate was coming as the thumps of heavy footsteps reached his ears.
v.
5.Soul Type / general appearance: [ Falx][ Kopis] [Sica][ Gladius] Soul Appearance: GENIUS: a spear standing about 200cm. There is a spear head at the top and a smaller point at the base of the shaft. The shaft appears to made of Ash or some-type of wood, whereas the spearhead appears as iron. There are veins of Turquoise Blue and Pigeon’s Blood Red that appear to connect the shaft and the spear head as well as the base point. Soul Effects: [ideas] Tireless, Phasing (physical and visual transparency) http://www.hellenic-art.com/images/detailed/2/ah3529.jpg
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| | | | Xion's Memory
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| | Subject: Re: SARP Reboot Characters 05/11/14, 11:14 pm | |
| Name: Aurielia Nu
Appearance: Auri
Age: 16
Home Region: Paressia; moved to New Pregus. Is half-blood - mother from Paressia and father from New Pregus.
Personality: somewhat ditzy at times, she is sweet and thoughtful. Aurielia tends to have a bad temper when provoked, but usually keeps herself well in control.
Biography:
The Police Chief's daughter and a model student, Aurielia Nu was more then met the eye. Inwardly sad, she secretly filled the void left by her deceased older sister Marielia through nighttime parties and other debauchery. Ending up in her father's office more then once, none could really figure out how this kind girl could stay at the top of everything but be such a pain in the ass.
Then, one night, while being accosted at a party by a few boys, one of them attempted to drag her into an adjoining room. Not as drunk as they assumed, she fought back, until one hit her. Smashing into a wall, the boys descended, but in a flash of light a rapier appeared, right through one's neck. Blood spilled and screams abounded, Auri passing out.
When Aurielia came to her senses, her father explained to her what happened from her bedside. No charges pressed, Auri recieved her letter a few days later.
She packed her bags, and headed to Sanctum.
Soul Type: Rapier
Soul Appearance: (What does it look like?) Weiss' s but with butterfly designs on the blade near the base.
Soul Effects: (Think Enchantments from Skyrim, Such as fire damage. This should have something to do with your character.)
Auri can teleport three times in a ten foot radius every fifteen minutes. Doing any more teleports can risk causing her body to leave parts behind. Auri can only teleport in an area she can see or has intimate knowledge of (her home or place of residence - and her father's office at work. She cannot teleport into a location with something inhabiting that area, like a person.
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Name: Rei Ikari
Appearance: Rei
Age: 16
Home Region: Koga; moved to New Pregus
Personality: Bubbly and outgoing, she tends to be a joker and happy go lucky fool. She has a heart of gold. Currently she is a bit quiet, and no one really knows why.
Biography:
Born in Koga, she moved at the age of five to New Pregus when her mother got a new job. For nine years she her life was fine, but an almost idyllic life ended up with tragedy; her parents were killed in a terrorist attack on her mother's corporation, leaving her orphaned. Left on the streets for the first few weeks, she was taken in by a couple who started to dote on her. But these people were not her friends. Caught in a den of terrorists, she tried to fight back, and nearly died. But her Soul appeared, and she managed to escape. Taken in by the Police Chief, she became a sort of little sister to Aurielia and joined her at Sanctum.
Soul Type: (What weapon is it? e.g, Khopesh, Gladius, Bow, etc. As said, what weapon you can have will depend on your home region.) Double-ended katana, Radiance Lost
Soul Appearance: (What does it look like?) Double ended katana. The blade is covered in runic patterns and has a phoenix at the base of one blade and a dragon at the base of the other.
Soul Effects: (Think Enchantments from Skyrim, Such as fire damage. This should have something to do with your character.) Infinite Light: She can imbue her blade with light to cause attacks to burn. When she puts her headphones on though, she has an echolocation ability. She can use it to map an area within fifty feet or track someone within that fifty foot sphere. She cannot do it for very long, because the longer she uses it the more intense her headaches become.
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| | | | shadowoof
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| | Subject: Re: SARP Reboot Characters 06/11/14, 05:37 am | |
| Name: Artorias Black
Appearance: 6'2 Hazel eyes
Age: 16
Home region: Lamorak
Personality: Artorias is a quiet person who doesn't like to talk about himself but always tries to care for his friends. He can be jokeful and unserious but at heart is serious and wise, even if he doesn't like to show it. At times he can be hard headed as well and annoying to most people but tends to try and make up for such.
Bio: Born to a weaponsmith in Lamorak, Artorias had a fascination with weapons and his father saw to that he would learn to use one. He used every weapon his father would make but never saw a light in them until he held a greatsword an a bastard sword. Feeling a great love for them Marcus spent his free time learning how to use such weapons before choosing the Bastard sword over the Greatsword for its extra speed and movability. Experimenting on many different ways to fight with a Bastard sword he eventually used his blacksmithing skills to make his own customised Sword which he kept until the event.
One day while training in a forest near his town, he could see smoke rising from where his town was and hurried home only to find his down besieged by muarders. He hurried home but had found his home and father destroyed, soon after an marauder had found him, Artorias was able to hold him off until a few more came. overwhelmed Artorias dropped his weapon and was about to accept defeat until he felt a grip in his hand and an anger that carried him through the fight taking down his current attackers with sheer might. After the outrage Artorias left his home village as it was overrun. He soon came apon a letter which permitted him to the Sanctum Academy. (Just PM me if somethings wrong, a bit tired and could be missing a few things :].)
He went to find New Peragus so he could train at Sanctum Academy, all he wants is to be stronger so he can protect those he could call a friend.
Soul Type: Bastard Sword, he calls it Sif. (Sits at 56-70 which is his own customs)
Soul Appearance: Sif (Maybe thin him a little.)
Soul effect: His souls effect is to grant him a bonus in speed and strength that would surpass most people but the longer he keeps it active the more deranged he gets, soon becoming too angry to realise friend from foe.
Aura: Black
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| | | | Dewsaur
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| | Subject: Re: SARP Reboot Characters 09/11/14, 09:55 pm | |
| Name: Grey Lent
Appearance:This
Age: 16
Home Region: Lamorak/New Paragus (Parental divorce. Moved between both)
Personality: Very chill and down to earth. Likes to joke around and have a good time but know when to take things seriously. Hides his intelligence with his childlike attitude.
Biography: Was born in Lomark but when his parent divorced he moves back and forth to New Paragus. Mother owns a house in a small settlement in the forest where he learned his survival and archery skill. Father lives in NP, Grey learned more of the education and science route here. Using both the skills he learned from his stay at both places he become a better hunter and archer. Created his own set of arrows(regular, rope, piercing, and other gadget arrow if the supplies are near) Due to his parents high energetic personalities Grey has assumed a more calm demeanor as to negate his families demeanor. Bow appeared when he came in deadly contact with a wild bear. Soon after he got a letter to attend Sanctum
Soul Type: Bow
Soul Appearance:This
Soul Effects: Jager's Accord. Posseing the bow on oneself the wielder is granted enhanced senses.
-(see)eyes can see further than normal, can track quick movement, and able to have a night like vision at dark
-(touch)able to feel small vibrations in the earth or walls if target in near, must concentrate. Pain tolerance is heightened
-(taste) heightened sensors on tongue can taste certain particles in the air(like blood or poison gas)
-(smell) has beast like senses. Can smell odors better and distinguish. Works like an animal. Is effected by the wind
-(hear) acute hearing. Can hear on frequencies normal human cant hear. Can hear further than a normal human. Can focus on a certain noise to make it clearer and louder, must concentrate, drowns out other noises.
When the bow is wielded by holding ones breath he can enter an adrenaline state that allows him to think and react faster, only when he is about to shoot a target. (for battle and long shots) | |
| | | | Teria
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| | Subject: Re: SARP Reboot Characters 10/11/14, 12:06 am | |
| Name:Leofrick Piers
Appearance: Blonde with green eyes, 5'2" nearly too skinny, the very beginnings of a beard
Age: 16
Home Region: Lamorak
Personality: Loves nature, the outdoors, and just about all animals. Doesn't care much for rules but will follow them if pressed.
Biography:
Soul Type: Crossbow
Soul Appearance: http://www.medievalmiddleages.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/medieval-crossbows.png
Soul Effects: When focusing enough, Leofrick can make the bolts from his crossbow sprout spines from where it lands. Targets are impaled from inside out, or simply barbed for the arrow to stick in, while the area around the bolt becomes sharp and spiny, until time passes, the bolt is removed, or he wills it to end. | |
| | | | Felix
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| | Subject: Re: SARP Reboot Characters 10/11/14, 06:16 am | |
| Name: Jaxon Bears, but insists on Nolan Appearance: http://24.media.tumblr.com/e43454e308e029abe0a52b4f568d17de/tumblr_mm42bjCL1z1qkoepeo1_500.jpg 5'7 and 140 lbs. Jaxon isn't as big as some might think, being from Koga. Age: 16 Home Region: Koga Personality: Nolan acts like everyone's older brother despite never having been one. He picks fun with friends while never meaning it. Always tries to lighten the mood. He's impulsive and immature at the worst of times. Glass half full kinda guy, never asking for much, just what he needs. Always tries to see the good in things. However there's another side of him. A sorrowful, cold and untrusting side. Quick to judge and easy to anger, Nolan tries to suppress this part of him. Biography: - Spoiler:
Jaxon was last child in a family of five in a small town in Koga. He was a surprise to his parents as they were, or thought, past child years. Most of his siblings had already moved out and started doing their own thing. Only his older sister remained, born eight years before him. He grew up in the lumber business, as his father owned a carpentry and lumber processing company. His father wanted him to grow up simple like the rest of his siblings, despite how much money he had. Life was good, easy even. Jaxon had friends, food, family, clothes, a roof. Everything he could ask for. Until the night that would change him as a person.
On the night of his fifteenth birthday, Jaxon was coming home from a long day of work with his father. He was tired, worn out and completely unaware of the birthday party awaiting him at home. When he walked in however, there was no one shouting surprise! No one to celebrate his existence. He himself had entirely forgotten and continued inward, blissfully unaware of actually awaited inside. As he flipped the light switch on he heard a gurgling come from behind him. Jaxon turned around to see the dagger protruding from his father's chest, drowning in his own blood. Jaxon's mouth dropped.
As his father's body hit the floor with a soft thud, Jaxon's mind raced with questions. Who would do this? Why would they do this? The person with the dagger stepped forward and looked almost shocked. "Another? How many more are coming to this house?" Jaxon couldn't find words to say. He backs up slowly... right into two other unfamiliar men. The man with the dagger steps forward and, without hesitation, plants it into his chest. "Put him with the others."
Much to Jaxon's surprise, he opened his eyes and breathed in life. He felt something lumpy underneath him and prayed it wasn't what he thought. Prayed it was just his bed and last night was a bad dream. Much to his infinite despair, when he arose he confirmed what he already believed, no matter how much he didn't want to. He was on top of the Bears' family corpse pile. Image, feel, smell... all burned in his memory. A thousand brandings couldn't compare the pain he felt.
There was no time to mourn, no time to realize the damage done to him. Thick, black smoke soon engulfed him, the sound of wood burning filled his ears. He made way for the door, still questioning how he was still alive. All he could do was run out the door, his eyes hard to see through. He stumbled a few feet from the door and bent over to catch his breath. Once he regained some composure he looked back. His house, his belongings, his family... all burning in this giant fire ball.
Something behind him was out of place, sounded out of place. In the face of this tragedy there was... laughter. He flipped around to see his father's murderer standing not far from him. He was saying something but Jaxon couldn't hear. Blinded by emotion, Jaxon charged forward, fists raised. He wasn't sure what he was going to do, he's never been in a fight. The man easily deflected him, laughing all the while. "How did you survive anyway? Pretty sure I killed you. The others died the same way. What makes you special?"
Soul Type: Broadaxe Soul Appearance: https://i.servimg.com/u/f58/18/12/93/63/axea0110.jpg Soul Effects: "Second Wind" If Jaxon receives wounds, toxins, burning or anything else that would prove fatal (removing his head is an exception), he will recover from it involuntarily. Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k1NXrdHJ9-s
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| | | | FallenSanity
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| | Subject: Re: SARP Reboot Characters 10/11/14, 12:46 pm | |
| Name: Shang Junichi Appearance:- Spoiler:
Age: 16 Home Region: Xian Personality: Shang is a man of high tastes, preferring only the brightest company and greatest goods, from fine foods to fine toilet paper. Though very mature, certainly for his age, he is still quite arrogant, viewing himself and his associates as higher grades of people compared to the majority of others, and certainly believing that inhabitants of Xian and New Paragus deserve more respect than those of, say, Koga or Asaad. Coupled with a private upbringing, Shang is far from a social butterfly. Though waving around his money tends to help. Biography: An heir to one of the wealthiest families in all of Xian, Shang's great grandfather and his family were among the few families that came from outside of New Paragus, yet helped build it into the thriving metropolis it now is, founding a construction company and raising from the ground up dozens of the skyscrapers that now fill the land, while funding huge projects back in Xian to increase land for cities and towns. Shang spent the first ten years of his life sheltered and pampered, being taken to political meetings, business gatherings, and many things like them, giving him chances to mingle with other youths like him, devoid of the outside world, sheltered and watched over. When he turned eleven, his father and mother began to ignore him, turn their back on him, as he was enrolled in a very private and privileged institute. His goal would no longer be connections, now it would be growing as a person. He struggled early on, but before long he became one of the best students in his class, often competing with others for the best grades. By the time he hit fifteen, he was an intelligent, capable, wise-ass, arrogant, prick of a boy, who enjoyed bullying the small, stupid, and poor. He had made his family proud. Shang had come to enjoy martial arts, and trained personally with some of the greatest swordsmen his father could hire. Each session got harder and harder, until eventually the duals became life or death situations. In on particular occasion, Shang was wounded, scarred, and losing badly. Once he was disarmed, it all seemed like it was over - until a long, beautiful blade spawned from the nothingness in his hand, and countered, disarmed, and nearly killed his opponent. When the session was over, both Shang and his tutor were sent to the medical wards, where they discussed what had just happened. When Shang's family found out, they couldn't have been happier. With the wave of his hand, Shang's father saw to it that he was enrolled to Sanctum, to make use of his new strength - his Soul Weapon. Soul Type: Jian Soul Appearance:- Spoiler:
Soul Effects: 'The Gentleman of Weapons' When in combat, Shang need only take up an outward facing stance to activate the true strength of his weapon; immense and incomparable speed, able to duel not only weapons, but projectiles of any sort, from bolts to blasts of magic. Though, if he were to move in any way other than his arm, the entire routine fails, and given its use, this could easily be fatal. 'Eastern Lightning' Though it requires intense skill and patience, when in a dire enough situation, Shang and his soul garner the ability to unleash a torrent of lightning bolts from out of the very sky - though able to activate even indoors, the power of the bolts is heavily determinant on the weather, as a sunny day would provide less lightning than a storm. Though it drains Shang, and makes him quickly fatigued, it is an immensely powerful manoeuvre.
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| | Subject: Re: SARP Reboot Characters 11/11/14, 06:38 am | |
| Name:Jie Huang
Appearance: 6 ft blonde hair blues eyes with a lean build.
Age:16
Home Region:magnus
Personality:Is friendly and generally well mannered and willing to help most people he meets but will openly say what he is thinking regardless if it is blunt or not/
Biography:From a young age marik decided that he wanted to make it out on his own terms not those of family's name.One day, the weapon that marik usually carried seemed to be replaced by a slightly different one. It was lighter, better balanced, and fit more comfortably in his hand. Not thinking much of it, he left his home to go pick up some things from a close friend who he bartered with occasionally when he was attacked by someone who held a grudge from being humilated the day before during a competition but when he refused the man attacked planning on killing him and when marik instinctively drew his weapon and slash at the mans throat. The man died a few seconds later from blood loss while marik ran off to his friend worried about more people showing up, and, a few years later when he turned 15 marik received a letter of invitation from Sanctum Academy so he accepted thinking it would allow him to get stronger.
Soul Type: butterfly swords
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Soul Effects:the blade of the weapon becomes near-invisible, making it very difficult for opponents to discern where it is and giving the weilder a distinct edge in a swordfight
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