Apollo Greit
24 y/o | Male | 6'7" | 260 lbs | Freelancer
↕At 6'7" with a mountain of muscle to fill out his clothes, Apollo draws attention wherever he goes. It doesn't help that he has a sharp face and clear skin. His dark hair is rough, but gives him a wild sort of look.
When in his esper form, an extra layer of skin covers his body. He appears as though someone forgot to sculpt a face on his chiselled body. While quick, his transformation looks as though an extra layer of skin spreads from the origin of his earring.
GRIMIORE:A simple and small diamond earring worn on his right ear.
INSTRUMENT: Restraining Order
A mancatcher designed to latch onto limbs, necks, and other important features to prevent movement. When that fails, Apollo just hits them with it. With a wooden haft and steel spiked catcher, there is very little distinguishing features that the weapon has save for its innate uniqueness.
GRADE: Bronze
KEYWORD: Spear
DAMAGE TYPE: Physical
DAMAGE: E
SPEED: C
SENTINEL: D
SPECIAL: Unenforcable - The catcher does not open if it collides with Apollo.
STYLE: Second Skin
A thin extra layer of skin covers Apollo and all of his discernible features. One could almost say he looked like a super hero, save for the blank face, lack of cape, and flesh colourway.
GRADE: Bronze
PHYSICAL: E
ARCANE: D
CHAOS: C
SPECIAL: Regrowth - Superficial wounds, grazing hits, and other light external injuries that would have no real effect rapidly regenerate.
Genre: God Complex
Apollo holds the power of life and death over others. Though in his case, the majority of that is life.
GRADE: Silver
ELEMENT: Light
NOTES: [Reveal (2), Purity (4)], Heal (16), Stabilize (0), Purify (6), Reflect (4), Damage X(6), Powerful (0), Trap (0), AoE (2), Full Extend (4)
SPECIAL: Give Him Thanks - Thanking Apollo after being afflicted by one of his healing melodies restores 10% of his melody's cost.
LEITMOTIF:GRADE: Bronze
SPECIAL: Bastard - Apollo's face seems to be an extra attractive target.
TRIVIA:There is no reward without effort. For Apollo, that applies for everything in his life. His brutal physique was the result of hours spent daily at a gym. His success in life had been a mixture of the extra hours he put in compared to other people and his willingness to crush other people. Of course, someone who works as hard as him has to play even harder. He's a raging bull likely to die before old age destroys his body. He's a shallow womanizer whose relationships all end in lust and abandonment. He drinks so much that the only thing preventing him from becoming an alcoholic is the damage it would do on his physique. In the end, he's an unlikable bastard who can't stop winning.
Of course, Apollo was never born this way. In fact, the young child was unrecognizable to his current self. He was a dainty ward of the state. He could barely make eye contact with other people. He bounced around homes and cities often and never really found family. The kid was alone. He only had himself he could trust and rely on. Every adult left him. That cowardly boy realized something. If everyone threw him away, couldn't he just return it in kind?
The boy began to use other people. That fearful attitude he possessed as a young child vanished as he made relationships that better served him. He used people around him. If they had something he wanted, he got close to them. As the boy slowly became a man, this aspect of him never changed. Every relationship was based on value to himself. He spent more time working out and working. His fosters didn't care, even as he left the house. One less mouth to feed and all.
Soon, the man was unrecognizable. A meteoric rise in his job from knowing and using the right people. His body had shifted from that of a thin adolescent to that of a well-toned man. He got what he wanted and was on the rise to being king of his own little world.
His final promotion came a transfer to a larger city. Pax Septimus was an interesting place. Certainly bigger than his old home. More interesting nightlife, more expansive gyms, and more shallow people. He fit right in.
It was on a whim that he picked up those earrings. He bought them as a gift from a pawn shop in an alleyway. They were cheap, but looked expensive. A used box and fake card would make them look like a thoughtful, if generic, gift. Still, it was surprising that those earrings were there. At that price, they should have sold the second they touched the store shelf. He just had a feeling that he needed to buy them.
With them in hand, he left the pawn shop. It was a surprise that there was an abomination right outside the door. The monster was definitely not human. No amount of scars and defects could give someone a maw that consisted of head-sized gaping hole with a blender of teeth. With earrings in hand, he instantly went to for a devastating hook aimed at the inhuman monster in front of him. As he did so, the earrings seemed to vanish. Instead, another layer of skin covered his body as he struck the monster.
Blow for blow, Apollo punched the shit out of that thing. He ignored the weapon that seemed to appear alongside his new skin. When the beast cut him, he instinctively healed himself. It was a brutal blow for blow fight that should have ended faster. With the last of his strength, he tossed a punch clad in light. As he had done so, the monster's head practically vanished as a red mist took its place. He was exhausted and confused as the skin retracted back into a single earring, the other one probably lost during the fight. That was the most alive he'd ever felt.
With that experience, he couldn't go back to his normal life. No, he couldn't stomach it anymore. He quit in order to follow the path of that night. Since then, he's been freelancing. After all, it's been something to actually challenge him.
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