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And there is my lovably violent dark mage completed. For his powers I decided to start out with the tome he has when you get him in game and have him get more powerful ones later on since I wasn't sure if I should do that or just have his magical powers as one power. Just let me know if I need to change that or anything else!
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Honestly while thinking of what interesting FE characters I could use Henry completely slipped my mind, I might actually go with him
@Lugubrious Hello! Not to be a bother but it's not too late to apply to this is it? I love the idea
I gotta say I love this idea and I am very interested if you'll have me.
So Izzy was actually an AI huh? He had a suspicion that something was up with her for quite awhile, but he never would have guessed this. Her lack of an astral form was a very big indication. Though when Avicus tried to press the issue previously she denied everything. He realizes why though. Saeder-Krupp is a big deal. The only thing that really pissed him off about this whole ordeal, however, was the reaction of Stephanie.

“Can you just calm down already? I get it, I’m shocked too. Freaking out won’t help anybody though. We’ve all been here enough and worked with both Vanessa and Izzy enough for them to deserve our trust.” Avicus nodded toward Izzy and smiled. “You have my support. I’ve already risked my life in this job enough, I don’t mind doing it again. Besides, I can definitely say this is the most interesting job I’ve ever taken. My one complaint… why am I paired with her?” From his reaction and the fact that he gestured to her, it was painfully obvious he was referring to Tallulah.
Name:

Navarre Kanasu

Gender:

Male

Age:

20

Appearance (include height and weight):



Height: 5’10”
Weight: 160 lbs.

Costume:



Personality:

Navarre makes way too much of an effort to keep a mysterious aura around him. In truth he is extremely awkward and dorky, but extremely over the top. When it comes to fights is when his personality begins to shine. He tries to show off in an almost theatrical manner and loves naming his maneuvers.

Since events where he dealt with his fathers killer, a villain named Edmond who goes by the alias Phantogram, his personality began to take a darker turn. Phantogram’s illusionary powers put him through mental torture involving reliving the scene of his fathers death repeatedly. Combined with the belief that all of his friends were dead has a negative effect on his mental state. He has a much less happy view on the world and his little acting occurs much less often.

Quirk: Full Arsenal:

This Quirk is named for the fact that it gives Navarre the ability to create weapons. These weapons are limited to things he can hold in his hands and he is unable to create any kind of gun. His favorites tends to the bow and arrow as well as the sword.

One of the advancements that he has made is being able to augment his weapons in certain ways. Somewhat like enchantments in RPGs. He is able to give elemental effects to his weapons such as electricity, fire, wind, ice, and light and manipulate them in the slightest capacity. Electricity, fire and ice increase the range of weapons such as swords and allow him to damage foes from more of a range. Wind causes a blast of air originating from wherever the weapon hits. His most common use is imbuing this effect onto an arrow and causing it to push away enemies near where it hits, allowing him to create more range. Finally, light creates flashes of light from where the weapon hits. This too is usually combined with arrows to create a flashbang effect.

Quirk Flaws (Are permanent and cannot be bypassed):

His Quirk in no way augments his physical strength, so he has to be able to use the weapons he creates to get any use out of them.

One of the biggest flaws for his quirks new power is that it is very obvious from visual effects to the weapons he creates what kind of element he is using, meaning he can be predictable based on which element he’s using in combat. Another flaw is that it is impossible to put two elements on one weapon.

Quirk Limitations (That can be worked on and improved):

As he trains to be able to use the weapons as well as his body to be better suited in combat his Quirk will become more useful to him.

The reason they want to be a hero:

To simply put it, he wants to live up to the legacy he has set for himself in his overactive imagination. He wants to be the hero he dreamed of as a child.

Backstory:

Surprisingly, his backstory is nowhere near exciting as he plays it up to be. He grew up in a small town with an incredible admiration for heroes. Especially his father, a local hero who wasn’t very well known outside their town. Though he was killed during a fight against a villain named Phantogram, but not before taking the villains left eye. For that offense against him Phantogram targeted Navarre next. Causing small emotional torments such as headaches and minor hallucinations. Preparing for the day that Navarre would pose an actual challenge.

After his father’s death, Navarre started to adopt his theatrical personality as a way of coping with and hiding his emotions. This was of course was met with distaste from his classmates and peers and led them to ridicule the boy, and for him to continue his theatrics to hide that it bothered him. This started an endless cycle that made him to constantly keep up that personality until even he believed it. Him refusing to bend to the bullying as well as the revelation of his quirk, Full Arsenal, put an almost instant stop to the bullying. He used this now important part of his person as motivation to become an amazing hero that he dreamed of being.

Likes:

Being noticed, creating names, theatre

Dislikes:

Being ignored, when his theatrics are questioned (he gets awkward), horrible smells (he has a weak stomach), haircuts

Skills:

In addition to his extensive self training with a bow, as well as being self taught and mediocre in many other weapons, he has had some formal training with the sword. Relying often on a style of fighting called Iaijutsu. A style that focuses on attacks from the sheath of the sword and countering. Unfortunately as it is not a very dynamic style he can’t rely on this in the more chaotic battles it is certainly a useful fighting method for him.

Avicus had been one of the first few to arrive in their meeting room, posing as a live in patient had its perks it seems. Other than his almost daily interactions with a certain mage in the party. It was perfect otherwise since his vampiric nature didn’t allow him to go out too much usually. He watched as some of the others began to join in and Vanessa gathered their attention. The mission details were barely there and he certainly didn’t like the idea of working for a dragon like Lofwyr, but there was something that certainly interested him.

“A possibility of a dragon, you say? That’s… interesting.” A cocky grin spread across his face. The chance of fighting a dragon excited Avicus, but it also terrified him. There was always the looming threat of death but on this run more so than ever. He wasn’t going to let his team see him afraid though.

The crew began to discuss a plan. Avicus thought Degen was on the right track with taking everyone out, but the rest of the group seemed to disagree. The Shaman, Joe, who Avicus was barely alright with in regards to magic users, suggested that as a plan B. And the blasted mage wanted to dismiss the idea of killing all together.

“Let’s be real here, there is no way we are going to get out of that place without shedding blood. Incapacitating them means they will only be a problem to us later. If we take them out then and there, we’ll have less of a problem if they decide to hunt us down after this mission is over with.” The vampire dealt with enough people with nasty grudges to know it’s not a great idea to leave your enemies alive. “We aren’t going to be going in guns blazing of course but don’t be surprised if there’s any bloodshed. Besides, there always seems to be blood wherever I go.” It had been a little while since the last time he had ‘eaten.’ He was getting quite hungry.


Sorry for taking such a long time in getting this up but the Adept is finally here.
In Chosen 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Upon the back of his griffin Soleil, Sammael sat and watched their surroundings boredly. He flew not far above the rest of his group and was actively trying to ignore the bony bastard that his sister referred to as Osseus. The little brat was often chasing after his familiar and often got on Sam’s nerves due to the dragons obvious distaste for Sam. It wasn’t long into the journey that Sammael’s concentration was broken by the occurrence of a very peculiar fog.

He didn’t even need Ka’ora’s advice before he pulled the ‘dagger’ from his sleeve. He chose to keep his weapon in this form for now because in its normal form it was very unwieldy from the back of a griffin. A sudden howl finally brought attention to the giant creatures that had begun to surround the group. Sam remained cautious, but he couldn’t help but wonder how hard of a fall it would be for one of these things if he were to cut its leg out from under it…

His thoughts distracted him from the creature reaching down towards Ka’ora but was instantly brought to his senses by the horrid shrieks of those damned creatures. Sammael growled to himself and wanted nothing more than to slice these monstrosities to bits but he knew it would be pointless. Instead, Soleil flew him up almost even with his sister and Osseus above the group. Of course, he barely paid any attention to his sister. He more focused on the sprinting creatures which they followed along with until they had emerged from the fog. Landing on the hill that Ka’ora had stopped the group at, Soleil laid down to allow Sam to dismount and he looked over the flooded city. Finally, the first impressive sight since they had left the city walls.

Sammael had no issue with the group taking a break, but that of course didn’t come to fruition due to a sudden attack of the undead. He wasn’t upset though, in fact a smile formed on his face. Sam pulled the dagger from his sleeve again, this time it began forming into its true form as he did so. That of a great sword. He had been itching for a fight for quite awhile.

The first zombie fell from a beam of light that went straight through its face, revealing several of its comrades in the darkness nearby to Sam. He laughed as the creatures body fell. He prepared his blade and flashed forward a few feet, a trail of light behind him. He swung at the two zombies that he teleported in front of, swiftly removing their heads with a heavy slash. Another one approached him and he hit it with the hilt of his sword and knocked it to the ground. He placed a foot on the chest of the undead creature to keep it down as he smirked down at it. “Farewell, foul creature…” He taunted as he drove the tip of his blade through the skull. He knew the creatures couldn’t understand his words but taunting his victims certainly amused him.

Unfortunately his little display distracted him enough for a creature to approach from behind him. By the time he noticed it, it was too late. If not for the fact that Soleil pounced the creature and tore into it with her claws. Sammael nodded in appreciation before turning towards the rest of the horde in front of him. Breaking formation he started to rush into the horde and tearing through as many as he could, enjoying the bloodlust of killing these creatures and their pitiful existence.
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