[Hider= Mor] [center] [color=bac4a2][h3][i] “This blade will be your future, or your perishment. Make your choice." [/i][/h3][/color][hr] [img]http://sv.bagoum.com/getRawImage/0/0/mordecaitheduelist[/img] [/center] [hr][hr] [b] B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N [/b][hr] [color=bac4a2] Name: [/color] Mor Juno [color=bac4a2] Alias: [/color] Jeune Garde (Translation: Young Guard) (Barely anyone actually know) [color=bac4a2] Age: [/color] 434 [color=bac4a2] Gender: [/color] Male [color=bac4a2] Sexuality: [/color] Heterosexual, but he's dead already, who cares. [color=bac4a2] Birthday: [/color] April 12th (how do you even keep track of it?) [color=bac4a2] Languages: [/color] French, English, Germanic [color=bac4a2] Nationality: [/color] French [color=bac4a2] Race: [/color] Supernatural [color=bac4a2] Type: [/color] Undead [color=bac4a2] Powers/Abilities: [/color] -Selective resistance to lethality: Because Mor is part of the undead race, he is unable to die. No matter how lethal the opponent's attack is, if the attack is not the correct type, it will not be able to bring him down. -Exceptional Swordsmanship: Among the youngest to join the Royal Guard at his time, Mor is quite untypical of a normal swordsman. His skills is one trait. That aside, he is an oddity who fights using three different fighting styles with his weapons. He wields two swords, his main being a 1 meter long Swiss saber, along with a scimitar in his reserve. He also carries a teardrop shield as both defensive and offensive weapon. While his default style is one sword, he is capable of performing exceptionally well at other styles, being sword shield and dual wielding, and he uses the styles interchangeably according to his opponent's style of battle. He is extremely skilled with swords. Because he was revived to live for hundreds more years, he is capable of achieving a state in which no swordsman is able to in one lifetime. Despite the gigantic size that he has, his swordplay is so fast that even some supernaturals and celestial beings find it difficult to track. He prioritize in using both his strength and speed, finding the weakest spot in his enemy and pounce on it. His infamous ability is the Infinity Slash, in which he focuses all his strength into a slash that is quick and powerful enough to create a vacuum that can cut his opponent without even touching the blade. [color=bac4a2] Explicit Weaknesses: [/color] -Fragile body: All that is left of him are bones. His flesh, his only protection from explosives. Anything explosive, either spells or bombs, or is powerful enough can potentially dislodge his joints and dislocate or amputate him completely. Anything crushing can also destroy his body pretty easily -Inability to use magic: Although his body is fueled by it, he can't use it. Nor he can learn to use it. -Reliance on necromancy: The only source of life that ties his souls to his skeletal figures, if Mor runs out of it, he's gonna be 'dead'. Well, detached, until someone ties it back again. Any sort of draining in that is also his Achilles heels. [hr][hr] [hr][hr] [b] P H Y S I C A L A P P E A R A N C E [/b][hr] [color=bac4a2] Height: [/color] 195cm/6'5 [color=bac4a2] Weight: [/color] 113kg (27kg of armor) [color=bac4a2] Eye Color: [/color] Cyan Flames (Does he even have eyes?) [color=bac4a2] Hair Color: [/color] He has a shiny head. [color=bac4a2] Fashion Sense: [/color] He always dons a set of golden armor [color=bac4a2] Abstract: [/color] Deep in the chilly fog covering the deserted cemetery, there was a man. No, not a man. A skeleton, in fact. It was impossible to read his gender, but the armor, the size, the fright of the cyan flame inside his skulls already suggested it. Behind his back was a large teardrop shield, along with a sword, while gripped firmly on his other hand was another one. As we wandered around, he spotted us, and we spotted him... The skeletal man was a sight to be haunted. The bones turned, as he stared at us. The grip on his sword appeared to have tightened. A chill was sent down on us, as this man suddenly stood up, his gaze never left us. Then, he slowly approached. The skeleton towered as twice as large as us. The heavy golden armor banged on the ground with every steps, piercing through our courage like a knife through butter. We were terrified. The next thing we remembered, my partner and I were already out of the cemetery, panting and catching breathe [i]~Excerpt from the diary of an adventurer, page 19~[/i] [hr][hr] [b] P S Y C H O L O G Y [/b][hr] [color=bac4a2] Personality: [/color] Bearing the Royal Guard's code of conduct and honor, bringing it into the grave along with him, it is the only thing that refuses to die along with his spirit. He is never the type to strike on defenseless innocent people, even if they are hostile to him, in which he would instead tried to intimidate them into leaving. And he expects others to have the same demeanor. A man who admires the beauty of nature, and the flowing of time, but a fearsome, and in some cases brutal, opponent when met. Being a skeleton, his ability to talk is severely limited, and because he doesn't have many people to talk to, Mor is considered to be quiet and composed, sometimes cold. But within that seemingly cold attitude was a fire of loyalty that can never be extinguished as long as his master lives, or his or her loyalty is still unwavered. But along with that is the fire of vengeance. Once proven to him that you are capable of maintaining a degree of loyalty, and you'll earn a friend for life. But betray him, and you'll end up chopped down into pieces. If he can't, he'll chase you down until the ends of the Earth until you learn your lesson. [color=bac4a2] Fear: [/color] Betrayals from or lost of those he wants to protect. [color=bac4a2] Greatest Hope: [/color] To protect the ones he wants to protect. [color=bac4a2] Hobbies: [/color] -He likes to practice swordsmanship, to create new techniques and improve -Other than that, he just likes wandering around outside, enjoying the beauty that mother nature had given him. [hr][hr] [b] H I S T O R Y [/b][hr] Hundreds of years ago, Mor was born in a traditional family. An ancestry of honor. His maternal grandparents were ministers in their empire. His father was an imperial guard. And through his family's teaching, he was inspired to become one as well. He practiced swordsmanship as soon as he knew how to stand, and was skilled enough to become one of the youngest guard to stand in front of the great castle of his empire. Thus his title from his colleagues: Jeune Garde (those who happen to live at his time, and at the right place, would heed this name). His first, but also the last of his lifetime, master was the second prince of the country, who did not ascend to the throne due to being second in an absolute monarchy government, but maintained a certain amount of power over the empire. This brought fear to some of the aristocrats, who, in fear of having their wealth and power taken away by a coup de tat that was never supposed to happen, then falsely accused the second prince of treason. This soon turned to be Mor's demise. On that June morning, hundreds of soldiers appeared in the court outside the small castle where the second prince was stationed. It was a bright day, as Mor was walking around, admiring the beauty of the blue sky when hundreds of soldiers descended upon him with anger and hate. The exceptional skills of the imperial guard's most finest swordsman, and even the title did not save his life. He was brutally slain, and his master did not live much longer than him. He was given a chance to go to heaven, but he refused. How could he let the people who betrayed his master, betrayed his own country for their own petty self-interest go rampant, alive and well? He wanted to come back, to bring judgement and vengeance to those disgusting creatures. The nethergod accepted this demand, and he was brought back to life. Rising in his still rotting body from the dirt, the Young Guard had lived again. His skulls burned with fire of dark magic, as he took his first step as an undead. There, he vowed. Vengeance would be his. He spent his time, gathering information of the perpetrators, and then at night, he would storm into their house and slaughter them. Rumors soon spread, but he could not be stopped. Because he was one of the greatest swordsmen, he could not be bested. Because he was already dead, he could not be killed. And so, one by one, the aristocrats were slain in a way like how Mor had been on that day, and their misdeeds were soon exposed, cleaning his own name and his dead master. Once everything was done, Mor had one last duty. He tracked down where his old master lays, his final resting place, and he stood guard there. For centuries he was there. Never once moved from the cemetery. People soon realized that there was this skeleton walking around in the cemetery, and soon it was considered haunted, desolated. But he did not care. Unless he found another person with equal loyalty, he would not leave...ever... [hr][hr] [b] O T H E R A D D I T I O N A L I N F O R M A T I O N [/b][hr] [color=bac4a2] Other: [/color] -He's not as hostile as you think. -The Cyan flame can change color according to his emotions. Orange red for anger, green for excitement. -He does not eat, sleep or change his clothes, but he occasionally washes his own body armor. [hider= ((Optional)) Theme Song ] [youtube]https://youtu.be/5-3JfKsAKts [/youtube] [/hider] [/Hider]