Military:
Police:
Name:
Zensuke Strider Emprilian
Age:
16
Sex:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Height:
5'11
Weight:
156lbs
Personality:
Zensuke is a...calm and distant young man. He always seem to see the logical sides of things, and if his face carefully stoic, he will usually smirk or smile if he sees anything going his way, or something that pleases him. He's kind, even though he shows introverted traits; such as enjoying time alone training. His prodigal skill has brutally torn him away from others his age, and so his maturity makes him seem adult sometimes, so he's not a stranger to loneliness. He can get quit flustered around really...buxom females, but tries to play it off and seem his usually calm self. It's obvious that he's more comfortable - not happy, but comfortable alone. He will help if he can, and only when in small groups will most people see him smile, grin, or laugh without caution or wariness in it.
History:
Zensuke was originally the son of a travelling swordsman - A Blue-Magic user that was relatively well-known for his skill as a bounty-hunter. Zensuke himself grew up like his father, being a prodigal boy in the art of Blue-Magic - And being damn strong with it as well. He grew up with his own iron sword, and trained nearly every hour of the day to make his father proud. When his father passed away, Zensuke was sent to an orphanage - still only being ten. Most people shunned him for his magical nature, and rather infamous father, and Zensuke was alone. He trained by himself, until he was found by Caerula - The Head of the Royal City's police force. Zensuke was 'adopted' as her younger brother - mostly because she could see herself whenever the boy trained brutally in his small room, and Zensuke was taken away from the hatefulness of the orphanage. Since then, he has trained himself into the ground, even going to the coliseum sometimes to sneak in and fight some of their strongest challengers - only to come out on top. He plans on becoming the best member the Police Force has ever seen.
Likes:
+ Training and Sparring
+ Coffee
+ Looking out into the sunset.
Dislikes:
- Brutal, unnecessarily violent people.
- Bossy women.
- Laziness.
Starting Faction:
Police.
Magic Shade:
Blue
Manifestation:
Zensuke's manifestation is two long, razor-sharp swords. The hilts are both ebony and appears masterfully crafted, while the long, gleaming blades are intricately carved with blue runes.
Other:
N/A
Coliseum:
Freeroamers:
Name:
Violet De La Fontaine
Age:
18½
Sex:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Height:
5’5"
Weight:
108lbs
Personality:
Violet has grown bitter due to the life she had no say in. Now that her husband has passed from old age and the nightmare ended she is finally free to do what she wants. Violent hardly smiles but when she does it can warm even a broken warrior’s heart, piecing it back together again. The slender woman carries a cold and distant demeanor but when one breaks through that solid guard they will find no one more devoted or passionate. She is trustworthy, always following through with promises, and has her head on straight. She gives into her emotions a bit too often, however. When angry one will know, and when distraught, one will know. Sometimes she lets impulses take over and this leaves her venerable, in battle and out.
History:
One of the unfortunate to be birthed into a poor family but she knew love as her mother, father, and elder sister Amber cared deeply for her. Days were spent working but also in play and though they had little they wanted for nothing. Her father was one of the hardest workers she knew and her mother one of the most generous of women. When they were old enough to travel to town on their own, Amber and Violet began helping out with deliveries and shopping. They stumbled upon a parade in The Royal City one spring day. Admiring all the nobles and their grand attire Violet had unknowingly caught the attention of such a man. He sent one of his servants to follow the ten and thirteen year old's home so he could know of their location for future reference.
A week later their cottage received a knock on the door followed by a dignified guest. He was accompanied by soldiers and asked to speak with the girl’s parents. Violent and Amber were sent to fetch fruit from the woods as they spoke but when they returned the man and his guards were departing. Their parents seemed unnerved and angry but would not reveal any information. A week later he returned only to be turned away once more. This went on for two weeks before Violet was out on an errand with Amber and cornered. With her sister suddenly nowhere to be found the man introduced himself as Comte De La Fontaine and handed her a note supposedly written by her parents.
Inside revealed a harsh truth; she was sold to this aristocrat for debt they owed. She did not find out until years later that her family was slaughtered by this man because they did not want to give her up, and that the note had been written by a solider she had later grown to trust and love. With tears beginning to stream down her angelic face the ten year old left heartbroken and terrified. There was little she could do but go willingly since no one would protect her now, and she had no family any longer.
Introduced to luxury it did not take the young girl long to become accustomed to a life of riches. Anything she wanted she received without objection but all the wealth in the land could not fill the void she constantly felt. They were officially wed on her sixtieth birthday, a notable celebration in Andria and also one of the lowest points in Violets life--aside from losing her family. Her husband, thrice her age had become an important figure in military thus needed to spend more time away from Violet, which she was thankful for. On his days away she fell in love with one of her personal guards who taught her how to fence. She took to the weapons and style with ease and a grace unmatched by many due to the magician blood flowing through her veins.
Likes:
Name: Eilis Aurore Lucan
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance:
Height: 5'5
Weight: 130 lbs.
Personality:
Adaptable, Dynamic, Protective, Abrasive, Ruthless, Volatile
Eilis is a person who's always actively changing her style. Her attitude and movements greatly vary according to the people she's with and the situation they're in, which can make her seem a bit manipulative but she prefers to call it adaptability. She's also extremely protective of those that she values the most - be it things, people, or even simply ideals that she believes in. If she thinks they're being threatened by whatever force, Eilis will do all that she can to protect them no matter the cost. If she deems that you're not to be trusted, she will actively do all that she can to hurt you. But get on her good side and she'll put you up a pedestal and treat you like a diamond. Her sometimes cold demeanor often puts off people who attempt to socialize with her.
History:
Eilis was born in a small country to the east of Andria. Her father was a gladiator in Andria, one of the very skilled fighters there, who left the country to seek adventure and fame in other parts of the world. He was an ambitious man didn't think he could be tied down by a simple maiden from a foreign country, but he was. Together, they lived a happy life with each other and their only child, Eilis.
Eilis first showed signs of being like her father - a wielder of yellow magic - when she was around the age of seven. A wild beast had attacked their town and caused havoc, and Eilis found herself in the midst of it all. The young girl panicked, and it caused her power to burst forth. Ever since then, Eilis' father began to train her in the art of fighting. She continued to hone her skills as she grew up, wanting to protect their town all the more now that she found that she could.
When Eilis reached the age of sixteen, she left the country she grew up in and traveled to Andria, as per her father's request. There she met Akauta, who knew of her father and took her in. Akauta began to mentor Eilis and made her a member of the military faction when she saw how fiercely protective Eilis was. The two of them quickly became very good friends.
So far, Eilis has been working for the military, settling matters of publis relations and offering her skills as a bodyguard.
Likes:
- Training
- Nature
- Reading
- Sweet things
- Heights
- Vulgar people
Name: Ryan Vain
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: 
Height: 5 foot 9 inches
Weight: 166 lbs
Personality: Ryan is the type of person who most people would describe as cocky and over confident in his abilities. He is the people who would find himself in a fight with someone just to prove who has the stronger powers or to show off to impress any girls that are watching which sometimes makes people question his sense of duty but rest assured that his duty is always at the forefront of his mind. Outside of fighting, he is a friendly person who enjoys the company of others and would prefer to just sit back and have a drink rather than do any hard work. He does have a bad habit of chasing after women out of his league which has gotten him into trouble more often than keeping him out of trouble.
History: Ryan was born in the Royal City into a family that had long served in the Andria Royal City Police for as long as four generations. He was trained to uphold the rules as much as possible and to punish those who broke those rules by any means possible. It was because of his upbringing that he was trained to use his magic at a young age and that was when he heard that the leader of the Andria military was run by one of the most powerful red magic users who existed which was what Ryan himself wanted to be. Against his families' wishes he joined the military instead of the Royal Police in hopes that one day he would be able to raise through the ranks and meet the legendary figure that he looked up to without even meeting. He was now cut off from his family and lives on his own as his father did not like the fact that he chose the Andria military over the heritage of his family rooted the Royal Police.
Likes: Women, Fighting and serving the greater good, lots and lots of food.
Dislikes: Those that go against the rules, people that tell him they are stronger than him, and people who mistreat women and getting rejected.
Starting Faction: Military
Magic Shade: Red
Manifestation: His shade manifests in the form of plate armor gloves that encase his entire arms up to his elbows.
Musical Theme(s):Can't think of one just yet.
Other: N/A
Other: N/A
Name: Xander Artorius De’Blanke
Age:21 years old
Sex:Male
Sexuality:Heterosexual
Appearance:
Piercing Ferocity, described in every aspect of Xander’s appearance: plainly imposing height, heavily muscled form, abrasive countenance, blade-like sharp features, and his piercing eyes.Especially his eyes; a powerful gaze that gives off the impression of a tiger cornering its prey. His features are usually curved into a slight scowl, and his no nonsense demeanor rarely offers forward a smile. His body is toned with an obvious ode to frequent, careful training and an extremely disciplined lifestyle.
Height: 6’6”
Weight: 225
Personality:
To any bystander, Xander’s personality is built around composure and discipline: the fact that he can accept any situation and adapt without complaint, his unfaltering and meticulous method in which he carries himself, his painfully careful use of language, and his unchanging facial features. All facets of his actions point towards unstoppable drive and untarnished ethics.
Simply put, this is only the observed personality from a mere bystander’s point of view. Set upon by years of training and harrowing self-improvement, is the foundation; a bitter but sweetly charismatic boy, a child who curses the world and becomes stronger for it. When his true colors shine, they are both passionate and condescending to his world. His mind is set upon the nature of the strong standing upon the weak, but most of all, to the point of instinct, Xander feels he must protect what he values with tooth and nail. If he comes to hold someone close to his heart, he has a tendency to attend to every single need or want with tender care, and defend from any threat whatsoever with the ferocity of an enraged lion.
History:
Despite his mother dying at his birth, Xander was not hurt, how can one mourne what they’ve never known? He did not learn the bitter taste of loss until later in his life. Xander grew happily in his father’s household, a feudal manor built upon military success. Xander’s eager-to-please personality and natural talent in the many mediums of warfare brought a swell to the chest of his father. He trained under his father and the bond between the two grew increasingly strong, Xander bloomed under his father’s tutelage and become capable of carrying on his legacy. The kindly words and loving actions was that of one who gave their world to their son, and the father was the world to his son. One day, with a shadow over his face, Xander’s father left in the night and failed to return in the morning. Xander waited, running to the double-doors of the mansion when the low beats of the knocker graced his ears, only to find a stranger had arrived to inform him and the household that Xander’s father would not be returning.
Xander then tasted bitterness, overwhelming so. Since then he has been unable to recover, carefully carrying on his father’s legacy during day, and hunting for his father’s murderer at night. Shortly after his father’s death, Xander became associated with the military, quickly earning his recruitment with the name of his father; he left behind his home to take up his feudal practice. Xander consistently moved to improve himself: physically, mentally, in art, and in soul. From then to now, Xander has repeated the same process day-by-day: Cook breakfast and lunch, morning conditioning, military training / operations, cook dinner, evening combat practice, nap, then hunting for his father's murderer in the streets through the night, then, repeat.
Likes:
Music
Fitness
Challenges
Cooking
Sparring
Dislikes:
Laziness
Arrogance
Trickery
Black Magic
Starting Faction:Military
Magic Shade: Red
Manifestation:
http://i.imgur.com/KEToQSW.jpg
A shield attached at the wrist and crook of the elbow, expanding out from the forearm upon being called upon.
Musical Theme(s): https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vliw3-NUAYY
Piercing Ferocity, described in every aspect of Xander’s appearance: plainly imposing height, heavily muscled form, abrasive countenance, blade-like sharp features, and his piercing eyes.Especially his eyes; a powerful gaze that gives off the impression of a tiger cornering its prey. His features are usually curved into a slight scowl, and his no nonsense demeanor rarely offers forward a smile. His body is toned with an obvious ode to frequent, careful training and an extremely disciplined lifestyle.
Height: 6’6”
Weight: 225
Personality:
To any bystander, Xander’s personality is built around composure and discipline: the fact that he can accept any situation and adapt without complaint, his unfaltering and meticulous method in which he carries himself, his painfully careful use of language, and his unchanging facial features. All facets of his actions point towards unstoppable drive and untarnished ethics.
Simply put, this is only the observed personality from a mere bystander’s point of view. Set upon by years of training and harrowing self-improvement, is the foundation; a bitter but sweetly charismatic boy, a child who curses the world and becomes stronger for it. When his true colors shine, they are both passionate and condescending to his world. His mind is set upon the nature of the strong standing upon the weak, but most of all, to the point of instinct, Xander feels he must protect what he values with tooth and nail. If he comes to hold someone close to his heart, he has a tendency to attend to every single need or want with tender care, and defend from any threat whatsoever with the ferocity of an enraged lion.
History:
Despite his mother dying at his birth, Xander was not hurt, how can one mourne what they’ve never known? He did not learn the bitter taste of loss until later in his life. Xander grew happily in his father’s household, a feudal manor built upon military success. Xander’s eager-to-please personality and natural talent in the many mediums of warfare brought a swell to the chest of his father. He trained under his father and the bond between the two grew increasingly strong, Xander bloomed under his father’s tutelage and become capable of carrying on his legacy. The kindly words and loving actions was that of one who gave their world to their son, and the father was the world to his son. One day, with a shadow over his face, Xander’s father left in the night and failed to return in the morning. Xander waited, running to the double-doors of the mansion when the low beats of the knocker graced his ears, only to find a stranger had arrived to inform him and the household that Xander’s father would not be returning.
Xander then tasted bitterness, overwhelming so. Since then he has been unable to recover, carefully carrying on his father’s legacy during day, and hunting for his father’s murderer at night. Shortly after his father’s death, Xander became associated with the military, quickly earning his recruitment with the name of his father; he left behind his home to take up his feudal practice. Xander consistently moved to improve himself: physically, mentally, in art, and in soul. From then to now, Xander has repeated the same process day-by-day: Cook breakfast and lunch, morning conditioning, military training / operations, cook dinner, evening combat practice, nap, then hunting for his father's murderer in the streets through the night, then, repeat.
Likes:
Music
Fitness
Challenges
Cooking
Sparring
Dislikes:
Laziness
Arrogance
Trickery
Black Magic
Starting Faction:Military
Magic Shade: Red
Manifestation:
http://i.imgur.com/KEToQSW.jpg
A shield attached at the wrist and crook of the elbow, expanding out from the forearm upon being called upon.
Musical Theme(s): https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vliw3-NUAYY
Name:
Zensuke Strider Emprilian
Age:
16
Sex:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Height:
5'11
Weight:
156lbs
Personality:
Zensuke is a...calm and distant young man. He always seem to see the logical sides of things, and if his face carefully stoic, he will usually smirk or smile if he sees anything going his way, or something that pleases him. He's kind, even though he shows introverted traits; such as enjoying time alone training. His prodigal skill has brutally torn him away from others his age, and so his maturity makes him seem adult sometimes, so he's not a stranger to loneliness. He can get quit flustered around really...buxom females, but tries to play it off and seem his usually calm self. It's obvious that he's more comfortable - not happy, but comfortable alone. He will help if he can, and only when in small groups will most people see him smile, grin, or laugh without caution or wariness in it.
History:
Zensuke was originally the son of a travelling swordsman - A Blue-Magic user that was relatively well-known for his skill as a bounty-hunter. Zensuke himself grew up like his father, being a prodigal boy in the art of Blue-Magic - And being damn strong with it as well. He grew up with his own iron sword, and trained nearly every hour of the day to make his father proud. When his father passed away, Zensuke was sent to an orphanage - still only being ten. Most people shunned him for his magical nature, and rather infamous father, and Zensuke was alone. He trained by himself, until he was found by Caerula - The Head of the Royal City's police force. Zensuke was 'adopted' as her younger brother - mostly because she could see herself whenever the boy trained brutally in his small room, and Zensuke was taken away from the hatefulness of the orphanage. Since then, he has trained himself into the ground, even going to the coliseum sometimes to sneak in and fight some of their strongest challengers - only to come out on top. He plans on becoming the best member the Police Force has ever seen.
Likes:
+ Training and Sparring
+ Coffee
+ Looking out into the sunset.
Dislikes:
- Brutal, unnecessarily violent people.
- Bossy women.
- Laziness.
Starting Faction:
Police.
Magic Shade:
Blue
Manifestation:
Zensuke's manifestation is two long, razor-sharp swords. The hilts are both ebony and appears masterfully crafted, while the long, gleaming blades are intricately carved with blue runes.
Other:
N/A
"Long life? Hm... well, I reckon it's luck, creativity, and two spoonfuls of honey."
Name:
Mendax "Prox" Proditor
Age:
Twenty-seven
Sex:
Male
Sexuality:
Still Unknown
Appearance:
His long white hair is always tied up in a high ponytail, and though his father told him and his fellow peers often remind him, he always forgets to trim his bangs every few days. He's got a tall, lean build, with most of his weight being muscles and honey, as well as cheap bread and questionable fruit.
Height:
6'3
Weight:
200lbs
Personality:
Prox is easily excitable about the simplest of things, often more interested about that sale of five-herbs-in-one-payment deal than whether or not he actually had money to pay for it. Despite this, he's somehow always prepared, down to exact change or napkins for an accidental spill. Blaming it on the stars, Prox is rather double-sided in all matters of his personality, one second a chatterbox and the next quiet, one second alert and alive, while the next, quickly fast asleep. In between his wishy-washiness and "words of wisdom" (most of which include misquotes from books he never read), Prox easily comes off as trustworthy, to the point where one might want to coddle him, despite the giant he is.
History:
Born to an heiress of a bakery and a travel-bound lover, Prox was destined to live a life of adventure. More so because the romance was an affair, and his mother- who had run away with the traveler- died of overexertion. So, in the tender age of nine months old, Prox was armed with his father and the vastness of the world.
So you would think.
His father settled down to take care of Prox, their names made up in choosing through documents the traveler had gathered, in a language unfamiliar, dead, and beautiful. As Prox grew up, he adopted a nickname given to him by other children, excitedly showing it off to a weary father chained by mortgage and living. He ended up working at the Andria Colosseum, finding it a relief and a substitute for packing his bags and leaving.
When Prox was six, his father finally unpacked the luggage that they had always kept packed, and Prox finally showed signs of Red Magic in his temples. This confused the ex-traveler, for he was no magician, and neither was his late lover... then again, it had never been discussed. So, his father celebrated this newfound magic, saying it was another present from his mother along with his fair complexion, and he brought Prox often to his work where the child- ever abundant with curiousity- learned more about his and other Magicians' abilities.
Prox joined the colosseum when he was in his late teens, tapping out his father and assuring him that the world had been waiting long enough. And with a hearty goodbye, the traveler went out once more, and Prox became heavily involved with fighting. It was hard, both the loss of his father and being beaten repeatedly in the span of months, but he was a quick learner, and eager to train. Picking up jogging as well as sparring with his peers, his father's legacy and his eagerness and his own cheery attitude easily made him a favourite, even if the others show it by treating him like a child behind the curtain.
Now, Prox is no longer the youngest member and enjoys mentoring or training with others, yet somehow always finds himself being treated younger than the actual young members.
Likes:
- Jogging
- Singing
- Honey
- His hair
- Seeing Magic happen
- Honey
Dislikes:
- Shouting, Having to shout
- Mysteries
- Intense Heat
Starting Faction:
Colosseum Fighter
Magic Shade:
Red
Manifestation:
The entire back of his head, including the hair that grows out of it. (If that's alright? I can always change it//laffs)
Musical Theme(s):
(im kidding omg)
Other:
- He's done some research on his name.
- And on his background.
- Tone deaf, but in a cute way. Sort of. Not really.
- Enjoys buying luggage bags???Name: Zugos Velarium
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: 
Zugos is tall, if not a little lanky, but years of intensive training has done much to help with that. One of his most distinguish features are his mismatched eyes, the left one is bright blue, while the other is a reddish brown.
Height: 6’1’’
Weight: 158lbs
Personality: A bit of an individualist, Zugos doesn’t open up to people easily, which means the number of friends he has isn’t that big. However, he knows how to act accordingly in social situations, often appears to be quite friendly and outgoing to strangers. Though a bit judgmental, he does his best to be polite to most people, and keeps most of his opinions to himself, unless asked. Nevertheless, it isn’t a good idea to enrage him, as he hides a nasty temper. Though not one to solve problems with violence, it is often the first solution he thinks of, until his more rational side cuts in. A pragmatic fighter, he cares little for entertainment and sportsmanship, though his job at the Coliseum has always demanded otherwise.
History: Son of a travelling songstress, Zugos had been wandering with his mother from cities to cities at a young age. It was around the age of 8 that his power manifested, to his mother’s surprise, as neither she nor any member from her family tree has ever possessed the gift. It must have come from his father, though even she couldn’t say for sure where the man was. He left soon after Zugos was born, leaving promises about the reunion that never happened. Nevertheless, she decided to settle down, working at a tavern while looking for someone to train her son, lest his talents go to waste. Eventually, one of the frequents at her tavern, who was also a blue magician of some skills, agreed to take him in. Years of training paid off, Zugos took to fighting like fish to water, and later, he even surpassed his master in terms of skills. He found himself a place at the Coliseum, earning a living with his gift. However, his fights didn’t have much entertainment value, as he often tried to win them as fast as possible, ruthlessly exploiting any weakness he could find, so he remained an unpopular fighter. It didn’t bother him that much, since it was never fame that drew him to the Coliseum, but a chance to do more than petty tricks with his gift.
Likes:
Zugos is tall, if not a little lanky, but years of intensive training has done much to help with that. One of his most distinguish features are his mismatched eyes, the left one is bright blue, while the other is a reddish brown.
Height: 6’1’’
Weight: 158lbs
Personality: A bit of an individualist, Zugos doesn’t open up to people easily, which means the number of friends he has isn’t that big. However, he knows how to act accordingly in social situations, often appears to be quite friendly and outgoing to strangers. Though a bit judgmental, he does his best to be polite to most people, and keeps most of his opinions to himself, unless asked. Nevertheless, it isn’t a good idea to enrage him, as he hides a nasty temper. Though not one to solve problems with violence, it is often the first solution he thinks of, until his more rational side cuts in. A pragmatic fighter, he cares little for entertainment and sportsmanship, though his job at the Coliseum has always demanded otherwise.
History: Son of a travelling songstress, Zugos had been wandering with his mother from cities to cities at a young age. It was around the age of 8 that his power manifested, to his mother’s surprise, as neither she nor any member from her family tree has ever possessed the gift. It must have come from his father, though even she couldn’t say for sure where the man was. He left soon after Zugos was born, leaving promises about the reunion that never happened. Nevertheless, she decided to settle down, working at a tavern while looking for someone to train her son, lest his talents go to waste. Eventually, one of the frequents at her tavern, who was also a blue magician of some skills, agreed to take him in. Years of training paid off, Zugos took to fighting like fish to water, and later, he even surpassed his master in terms of skills. He found himself a place at the Coliseum, earning a living with his gift. However, his fights didn’t have much entertainment value, as he often tried to win them as fast as possible, ruthlessly exploiting any weakness he could find, so he remained an unpopular fighter. It didn’t bother him that much, since it was never fame that drew him to the Coliseum, but a chance to do more than petty tricks with his gift.
Likes: - Cheese
- Dragon, or just lizards in general.
- Lemonade
- Fighting
- The color red
- Naïve people
- Rats
- Whiny people
Name: Darrius J. Leaman
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Asexual
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 148 Ibs.
Personality: Darrius is a calm minded fellow. A Calm, greedy, and harsh fellow. So long as the law permits it, Darrius will abuse it. Darrius only has a small group of close allies who'm he feels towards, and that he will not betray or exploit. Darrius is also somewhat kinder to those who work under him then his clients. If not at least for the fact that their screw ups could affect him. Darrius, also, has a soft spot for parental figures. Both single and not, he will be much more willing to give them some slack.
History: Darrius was born under two of the more influential landowners in the area. Not only were they smart, but they were rich. They had clients and renters within the poorest, the middle-class, and even some of the more noble land. So most of his life was layed out for him, so long as he learned the trade of his parents he would inherit both of their shares. Granting him the biggest total area of land any non-noble would ever get. Even if he hadn't had wanted any part of it, he would have been a fool to not try and take part. As he aged, Darrius grew quite accustomed to the work and learned how to squeeze and squeeze the wallets of those who lived on his land. Although his parents were not so, Darrius had quite the wish for wealth. Feeling that enough of it would allow him to be a noble of sorts, even though his blood had nothing but average flowing through it.
Likes: The Coliseum, Fish, and the winter.
Dislikes: The more hard-assed members of the police, summer, and cocky yellows.
Starting Faction: N/A
Magic Shade: Blue
Manifestation: The Gladius
Musical Theme(s): Cream Soda
Other: N/A
Name: Altzer Lantze
Age: 14
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Height: 4’ 6”
Weight: 89 lb
Personality: Altzer is the type that charges into things, but not necessarily straight into things. He is somewhat intelligent, but he lacks wisdom and sometimes ends up plotting the best course of action for the wrong thing entirely. He’ll usually start with a sprint before stopping to think about things which can lead to many misunderstandings.
He also usually disregards his personal safety a lot of the time, his reasoning being ‘I can always heal.’ Which can land him in some tricky situations, but he knows that he can escape almost anything if he charges fast enough.
History:
When Altzer was young, he was still quite short compared to the other children. This wasn’t helped by the fact that he was always told he was too young to do this, too young to know that, and he developed a youth complex that compelled him to over-compensate for his perceived youth and lacking height. Thusly, he started studying and training as best as he could.
Eventually, his complex faded and over-compensation simply became an aspect of his personality instead of a driving need. He eventually grew to like extremes instead of just trying to be extreme. When his magic awakened, he couldn't be anything but ecstatic.
Likes: Going fast, big explosions, breaking big things, over-compensating, grand stuff
Dislikes: Being short, slow things, boring things, not being able to do stuff
Starting Faction: His parents consider him too young for anything, but he wants to join all of them for some reason or another. Coliseum because of big money and big fights, police and military because he has a little bit of a crush on the princesses.
Magic Shade: Yellow
Manifestation: Rocket Lance – Altzer can manifest an extremely large lance which measures about 10 feet in length. The lance is coloured yellow and has a sort of shield over one side of the handle. It is held with the shield facing outwards. The shield isn’t very strong, merely heat-resistant.
At the base of the handle and on the outside of the shield, is a sizeable rocket booster which can be activated at will to boost his speed even further or even provide a limited boost to his jumps. Altzer can lift and thrust with the lance without any problems but its length is sometimes troublesome. The handle stretches past Altzer so the rocket boosters don't burn him.
The boosters have enough power to make him fly to a certain extent, but it is extremely difficult to control and quite dangerous. The handle extends about 1-2 feet behind him and he can only make one lance at a time.
Musical Theme:
Disloyal Order of Water Buffalos – Fallout Boy
Sugar we're going down - Fallout Boy
Other: The GM has approved the rocket lance, just as long as it’s not too OP. Also, he probably would have blood all over his face a lot of the time.
Height: 4’ 6”
Weight: 89 lb
Personality: Altzer is the type that charges into things, but not necessarily straight into things. He is somewhat intelligent, but he lacks wisdom and sometimes ends up plotting the best course of action for the wrong thing entirely. He’ll usually start with a sprint before stopping to think about things which can lead to many misunderstandings.
He also usually disregards his personal safety a lot of the time, his reasoning being ‘I can always heal.’ Which can land him in some tricky situations, but he knows that he can escape almost anything if he charges fast enough.
History:
When Altzer was young, he was still quite short compared to the other children. This wasn’t helped by the fact that he was always told he was too young to do this, too young to know that, and he developed a youth complex that compelled him to over-compensate for his perceived youth and lacking height. Thusly, he started studying and training as best as he could.
Eventually, his complex faded and over-compensation simply became an aspect of his personality instead of a driving need. He eventually grew to like extremes instead of just trying to be extreme. When his magic awakened, he couldn't be anything but ecstatic.
Likes: Going fast, big explosions, breaking big things, over-compensating, grand stuff
Dislikes: Being short, slow things, boring things, not being able to do stuff
Starting Faction: His parents consider him too young for anything, but he wants to join all of them for some reason or another. Coliseum because of big money and big fights, police and military because he has a little bit of a crush on the princesses.
Magic Shade: Yellow
Manifestation: Rocket Lance – Altzer can manifest an extremely large lance which measures about 10 feet in length. The lance is coloured yellow and has a sort of shield over one side of the handle. It is held with the shield facing outwards. The shield isn’t very strong, merely heat-resistant.
At the base of the handle and on the outside of the shield, is a sizeable rocket booster which can be activated at will to boost his speed even further or even provide a limited boost to his jumps. Altzer can lift and thrust with the lance without any problems but its length is sometimes troublesome. The handle stretches past Altzer so the rocket boosters don't burn him.
The boosters have enough power to make him fly to a certain extent, but it is extremely difficult to control and quite dangerous. The handle extends about 1-2 feet behind him and he can only make one lance at a time.
Musical Theme:
Disloyal Order of Water Buffalos – Fallout Boy
Sugar we're going down - Fallout Boy
Other: The GM has approved the rocket lance, just as long as it’s not too OP. Also, he probably would have blood all over his face a lot of the time.“The steel blade tears up my wings.”
Name:
Violet De La Fontaine
Age:
18½
Sex:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Height:
5’5"
Weight:
108lbs
Personality:
Violet has grown bitter due to the life she had no say in. Now that her husband has passed from old age and the nightmare ended she is finally free to do what she wants. Violent hardly smiles but when she does it can warm even a broken warrior’s heart, piecing it back together again. The slender woman carries a cold and distant demeanor but when one breaks through that solid guard they will find no one more devoted or passionate. She is trustworthy, always following through with promises, and has her head on straight. She gives into her emotions a bit too often, however. When angry one will know, and when distraught, one will know. Sometimes she lets impulses take over and this leaves her venerable, in battle and out.
History:
One of the unfortunate to be birthed into a poor family but she knew love as her mother, father, and elder sister Amber cared deeply for her. Days were spent working but also in play and though they had little they wanted for nothing. Her father was one of the hardest workers she knew and her mother one of the most generous of women. When they were old enough to travel to town on their own, Amber and Violet began helping out with deliveries and shopping. They stumbled upon a parade in The Royal City one spring day. Admiring all the nobles and their grand attire Violet had unknowingly caught the attention of such a man. He sent one of his servants to follow the ten and thirteen year old's home so he could know of their location for future reference.
A week later their cottage received a knock on the door followed by a dignified guest. He was accompanied by soldiers and asked to speak with the girl’s parents. Violent and Amber were sent to fetch fruit from the woods as they spoke but when they returned the man and his guards were departing. Their parents seemed unnerved and angry but would not reveal any information. A week later he returned only to be turned away once more. This went on for two weeks before Violet was out on an errand with Amber and cornered. With her sister suddenly nowhere to be found the man introduced himself as Comte De La Fontaine and handed her a note supposedly written by her parents.
Inside revealed a harsh truth; she was sold to this aristocrat for debt they owed. She did not find out until years later that her family was slaughtered by this man because they did not want to give her up, and that the note had been written by a solider she had later grown to trust and love. With tears beginning to stream down her angelic face the ten year old left heartbroken and terrified. There was little she could do but go willingly since no one would protect her now, and she had no family any longer.
Introduced to luxury it did not take the young girl long to become accustomed to a life of riches. Anything she wanted she received without objection but all the wealth in the land could not fill the void she constantly felt. They were officially wed on her sixtieth birthday, a notable celebration in Andria and also one of the lowest points in Violets life--aside from losing her family. Her husband, thrice her age had become an important figure in military thus needed to spend more time away from Violet, which she was thankful for. On his days away she fell in love with one of her personal guards who taught her how to fence. She took to the weapons and style with ease and a grace unmatched by many due to the magician blood flowing through her veins.
Likes:
+ Nature
+ The finer things in life
+ Tranquility
+ Adventure
Dislikes:
- Liars
- People who pick on the weak
- Loneliness
- Judgement
Starting Faction:
Free Roamer
Magic Shade:
Yellow
Manifestation:
Duel Rapiers
Musical Theme(s):
Replica - Solid State Society
Other:
Heir to an estate with servants, and funds.
Has participated in contests except the Coliseum but wishes to partake in a battle there one day.
Ambidextrous.
Deciding that one rapier was simply not enough she chose two, a signature style she is known for and that few others have attempted.
Name: Jinn (Last name unknown)
Age: 14
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Asexual
Like this, but with more fantasy, obviously.
Height: 5 foot
Weight: 140 pounds (mostly muscle)
Personality: Jinn’s personality is one of curiosity. Due to his history, he likes to look around the world and learn about it. He has a hands-on kind of personality, as he likes to try things for himself. He is often reckless with his own body, taking wounds in order to exploit an opportunity, but this is more due to lack of common sense, having lived in society for only a short time. He is quick to adapt and is often ready to take on anything, and is usually unfazed by adversity. He enjoys fighting, though, and he gets along with animals pretty well.
History: Jinn was abandoned by his parents in the mountains at a young age. He was found in the mountains when he was 6 years old. When the monks found him there, he was living with bears, having grappled them into submission. They took him in and taught him to live in society somewhat, as well as teaching him martial arts. This worked to a certain degree of success, but Jinn retained some of his wild tendencies, using their monk martial arts to improve his grappling abilities. He built up a lot of muscle so that could grapple easier. He also sharpened his ability to use yellow magic and trained in using it. Eventually, he left the monk place to explore the world and grapple something worth grappling.
Likes:
- Animals
- Grappling
- Food
Dislikes:
- Eggplant
- Rich people
- Complex stuff
Starting Faction: None
Magic Shade: Yellow
Manifestation:
Musical Theme(s): It goes with everything
Other: He has a good sense of smell. Has pretty good upper body strength. Knows kicks and punches but excels at grapples and throws.
Like this, but with more fantasy, obviously.Name:"Rez" Valdraan
Age:Twenties
Sex:M
Appearance: Dark hair and slightly dark skin and wears his hair medium length and all wavy. He wears baggy pants with sturdy boots, a dark long sleeve shirt over a t-shirt and a dark yellow puffy vest on top of it. For accessories wears a necklace in the form of a leather strap with some sort of charm or amulet. He also carries around a ruck sack containing other items. In terms of physical structure he's in great shape from both training and all the moving around he does.
Height: 5'8" Weight: 160
Personality: Overall he's pretty calm and aloof tending to naturally keep to himself. Whether he comes off as either apathetic or just supremely laid back is up to the individual. The only thing really cares about are his travels and continuing to learn more martial arts styles and techniques. He is also a quick learner as well as patient which really helps on his travels because self-reliance and all that.
History:
He was born in a fairly average family in an average village. He lived fairly carefree in the village. However when he was younger he was much more scrappier and enjoyed getting into fights. Eventually in an effort to redirect it into more socially accepted ways he got introduced into sports fighting. Soon he'd catch the attention of his first master who taught him and helped him make an attitude adjustment while he learned greatly and enthusiastically. With this he gained a new companion and was eventually competing in large tournaments.
However soon he'd grow a bit bored as well as intrigued by other styles and bid adieu to his master. However such motivation was fueled with a sense of urgency. For you see, with the usage of the magic such martial arts were either fading out or evolving to accommodate their use and become radically different. Such a thing affected his soul greatly for he saw beauty in the many styles in the purity and simplicity; not only that but also his urge to acquire more knowledge of fighting before it would be lost. His goal now is to acquire and or write down as much knowledge of the remaining pure styles before they are lost forever.
Likes:
-Traveling
-Drinks
-Martial Arts
Dislikes:
-Busy bodies
-Wasting time
-Indecisiveness
Starting Faction: none
Magic Shade: Red
Manifestation: Faint ring of light on wrist
