[hider=Dorian Temple]
[b]CS:[/b] Meister

[b]Name:[/b] Dorian Temple

[b]Age:[/b] 16

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Species:[/b] Human

[b]Appearance:[/b]
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The colours are a bit off and what not, but I'm not gonna put in that much effort when I don't even know if I'm accepted yet.[/hider]

[b]Abilities:[/b]
[center][i]"If your muscles are hurting, keep training. If your brain is hurting, keep studying. If your opponent is hurting, keep punching."[/i][/center]
[i]Raw Strength:[/i] Dorian is massive, and stronger even than his size would suggest. He prefers to use overpowering force to solve problems, and enhanced by his growing soul powers, Dorian's inhuman physique reaches heights undreamed of by mere mortals. His incredible strength and toughness allow him to remain effective even with a minimum of soul energy expenditure, and when he pulls out all the stops, he is able to compete with spells and monsters through sheer brute force.

[i]Determination:[/i] While his constant training is more the result of enthusiasm than discipline, Dorian can be quite implacable when he sets his mind to something. As they said, hard work is also a talent, and whether it comes to learning new techniques or matching his soul wavelength up with someone new, Dorian will stubbornly grind it out until he's satisfied. In battle, he's liable to hang on until he's physically knocked out, and his personality type makes him less sensitive to madness.

[i]Soul Sense:[/i] Dorian is still developing his sixth sense, but he's not completely talentless. Still requires actively trying to see other people's souls.

[b]Techniques:[/b]
[i]Soul Edge:[/i] While not a genius of soul manipulation by any stretch, Dorian has figured out a few handy tricks to help capitalize on his natural talents. Manifesting a tiny edge or field of soul energy across a small part of his body or an object he is wielding, he is able to take full advantage of his physical strength and toughness when attacking or defending against supernatural forces. With greater energy expenditure, this technique allows Dorian to vastly increase the range of his attacks.

[b]Equipment:[/b] N/A

[b]Personality:[/b] 
Dorian is a simple, straightforward guy - too straightforward, according to many of his teachers. In his mind, strength and tenacity are a man's greatest virtues, and any problem can be overcome with enough time and effort. While this attitude lends itself to an admirable work ethic, many find him rather obnoxious in his insistance on pushing himself and everyone around him to the limit at every turn, not to mention that studying until you literally fall asleep where you sit isn't all that great for retention. As a meister, he fulfills the minimum requirements in terms of soul perception and wavelength sensitivity, but he relies heavily on his monstrous strength to get him through fights. Though he isn't stupid enough to actively neglect his meister training, he spends much more time working out than studying or practising combat. 

Additionally, Dorian has something of an obsession with manliness - taking setbacks like a man, owning up to his responsibilities like a man, and so on. He is dutiful to a fault, and sticks to his word almost blindly - not out of compassion, but out of bullheaded devotion to his ideals. Well aware of his own weakness, he hates to make promises, but if he does give his word on anything, he will typically feel compelled to keep it no matter what. Unless he knows he's being deliberately mislead, and sometimes even if he does, breaking even an insignificant promise will have him unable to sleep for days - instead spending his nights benching railway cars in the local junkyard.

[b]History:[/b]
Dorian's early life was a thoroughly uninteresting affair. He had the occasional meister and weapon in his extended family, and his own soul potency didn't come as a great surprise. Where he had once been intended to take over the family business - a gym, of course - he set out on the path of the weapon meister with no hesitation. If nothing else, because it allowed him to lift like he had never lifted before.

[b]Supporting NPCs:[/b]
Flint and Benjamina Temple - Parents, both of them upbeat fitness instructors with similarly single-minded attitudes to Dorian. Both of them are highly supportive of his career choice, and will insist that constant battle and mortal danger build character. Pain is only weakness leaving the body!

Old Tom - Crotchety old man who owns a junkyard just outside of Death City, where Dorian works part-time. Occasionally dispenses sage but cynical life advice. Don't trust anyone who trusts you.

[b]Sample Post:[/b]
"3001... 3002... 3003... Oh, what's the point? How many one-finger vertical push ups can you do before it doesn't even matter anymore. I'm just pumping my arms full of blood - at this rate, I'm gonna end up looking like some kinda body builder," Dorian lamented to himself, as he used his free hand to shove a fistful of fried eggs into his mouth. Sighing deeply, he mumbled unintelligible lamentations through the eggs.

The Shibusen gym had some of the heaviest weights Dorian had ever seen, and a good range of equipment, from simple free weights to machines he didn't even know how to use. Sadly, they didn't allow eating in the actual gym, so using it for his breakfast workout was right out. He had tried to explain that he couldn't possibly fry and eat five dozen eggs, complete his workout routine [i]and[/i] make it to class on time unless he could eat and work out at the same time. He really wished he hadn't challenged the instructor's use of the word 'literally' when he threatened to throw him out.

In other words, he was resigned to doing glorified calisthenics in the kitchen, next to the world's saddest stack of fried eggs. All he had to look forward to was homework, a shift at the junkyard, and the eventual possibility of finding a weapon to pair up with. At least there was no one to complain about him hogging all the weights or monologuing too loudly.
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[@Kouki]