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Some of the damn quotes from old 80's animation is damn gold. If english isn't gonna cut it, just swap to ones native language and you have yourself some good comedy. Unlike hollywood post year 2000
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Some of the damn quotes from old 80's animation is damn gold. If english isn't gonna cut it, just swap to ones native language and you have yourself some good comedy. Unlike hollywood post year 2000
Goodies, the more the merrier. Hope the last two additions are accepted aswell. I do like the note on Jeralt, about him having alot of untapped power. I Think I know just the right magic way to help with that particular thing…
After all, in an academy of learning, we need all the potential rise to the highest in case something horrible happens and these brave heroes-to-be, gotta do what's right and fight... evil.
Full Name: Galdin Frayheart, the Marquis of Marland.
Age: 19
Date of Birth: (Well hes 19)
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: Marland (A smaller region of a human kingdom), Frayheart mansion.
Race/Ethnicity/Species: Human
Height:175cm
Weight: 68kg
Hair Color: Blonde
Hair Length: Long
Hairstyle: Middle-parted
Eye Color: Blue
General Body Description: Gymnastic-acrobat bodytype.
Typical clothing style: Military fashion, extravagant and orderly. Military coat with waistcape, white frilled shirt with ruffles, white jodhpur pants, sash waistband, red sash, white gloves, undergarments and black boots.
Birthmarks: None of note.
Tattoos: None.
Scars: None.
Personality: Upon first meeting him, Galdin appears to be a very polite, friendly and levelheaded individual. Always willing to compliment and encourage others, aswell as acting as a sort of mentor to younger students. He speaks in a calm manner, and somewhat mature for his age.
He is not the type to stop conflicts however, prefering to allowing them to go on for as much as required in order to reach a conclusion. Usually such ends with both sides being disgruntled and him having to talk with both sides, to varying results.
Galdin's true personality is hidden under his false exterior, of a young man whose ambitions be to enslave the world as it's new ruler. Where humans would rule supreme over all other races, where slavery would be legalized. Galdin is ruthless and will stop at little to reach his goals, as long as he can do so without staining his own ego.
That said he feels little for those he considers to be his rivals, having no qualms about removing them himself, but preferably he would want to use others for that task. Especially if he can pin two forces against oneanother, while strengthening his own status.
Any obstacles met in his path are to be dealt with swiftly and without mercy. He is however not a person which takes sadistic pleasure in harming others, but rather see it as a necessary evil in order to have order. If severely pressed or in a losing battle, he will be prone to make for his escape, and if such is not possible he will fight fiercely in a psychotic manner.
There are traits in others which he however values highly, even among non-humans, and those are loyalty and cunning strategic manuevers. In very rare cases he would also show respect to a worthy enemy, despite their race. If they have been able to thwart him on more than one occasion or at a crucial moment.
Other personality traits of Galdin is that he plays on peoples friendships and feelings, such as love to make them do as he desires, whilst he may favor certain people above others, if the gains are large enough he may even be willing to sacrifice something he holds in very high opinion.
Galdin has a weak spot for cute animals and do not like them to come to harm, he also bears a weakness towards human girls younger than he is and may go out of his character to protect or save them. In very rare cases he may -even- protect a non-human, allthough that may be very rare and may have to do with a personal connection to them or that he simply find them to be cute.
In the right company the young man may even joke and jest, allthough these jokes may often be very dark in nature, if not even morbid.
Galdin also disapproves of overly cruel and barbaric actions towards other forms of life, especially when such is made from one of his own kind, as he feels it drags his self-worth down to be the same level as such an individual. Despite his belief in that, he approves of slavery, but it has to be regulated and the slaves have to be fed and taken care of. Like cattle.
Quirks: ? Strengths: Perspective, Keen senses, Strong willed, Shrewd, Quick, Weaknesses: Deranged, Judgemental, Young human girls, Weak to sonic attacks, Over-ambitious House: Domicile Divinos Aspirations:
- Achieve mastery of his powers and trade. - Become student of the year or equalent in fame. - Attain the rank of headmaster of the academy, or any other high position in the neutral zone.
- Instigate a war to subdue and destroy the non-human nations and dispose of humans which are an obstacle to his ambitions. - Become the next ruler of this world, enslaving all non-humans and establishing a human empire.
Backstory:
Galdin was born in the Marland region which is part of one of the human kingdoms, 19 years ago, to a noble house by the name of Frayheart. The head of the family at the time, his grandfather, had been a firm supporter of the human war against the other races of the world, and his bitterness and anger when the peace came was passed down to Galdin's father, who'd secretly plotted a new human dawn. Aiding forces which sought to spark battle anew. But his father's ambition came to a halt when he was killed during during an uproar in the human kingdoms, ironically by those very men he had secretly supported. Thus Galdin became the new head of the family, whilst young he was well educated on subjects regarding the human kingdoms, and raised on the stories of heroes which died in the great war 50 years ago.
It was from these stories which formed him as a person, his desire to become a true hero, but not only that, but the hero among heroes. A name to be carried on for eons to come, as the man who fought the evil forces of the world and succeeded. A keeper of true peace and prosperity, of wealth and power and most important of all. Order.
Having been trained by a personal instructor, hired by his late father from an early age, in the power which Galdin had an affinity for, telepathy and telekinesis. Powers which would compliment him well as a leader and strategist of a new generation and his noble house. Despite having both an interest and capability to be trained in either of those things, Galdin has decided to focus more on his powers, seeing them as the basis in order to be a powerful leader or be a more adept strategist. Being under the belief that in order to build a sturdy tower, you must have a strong and firm base which will not give way, the stronger the base the higher the tower will stretch. And his ambitions be among the stars.
He is eager to go to the academy in order to further raise his potential and possibly find allies for his future plans.
Extra Info:
- Galdin is bethrothed to a young woman which is also attending the academy. At his late father's request. - Carries a decorated noble sword and sheath on his belt. - Is slightly knowledgable in alchemy and herbalism. Being able to create minor healing potions, antidotes, poison and other brews to cure or inflict ailments. - Knows proper table etiquette. - He is a capable fencer. - Fond of roses and tea - Wears two medals marking him as the Marquis of Marland and the other as the young head of his noble house. - Is decently rich, allthough his family fortunes having suffered setbacks in the war 50 years ago.
Full Name: Galdin Frayheart, the Marquis of Marland.
Age: 19
Date of Birth: (Well hes 19)
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: Marland (A smaller region of a human kingdom), Frayheart mansion.
Race/Ethnicity/Species: Human
Height:175cm
Weight: 68kg
Hair Color: Blonde
Hair Length: Long
Hairstyle: Middle-parted
Eye Color: Blue
General Body Description: Gymnastic-acrobat bodytype.
Typical clothing style: Military fashion, extravagant and orderly. Military coat with waistcape, white frilled shirt with ruffles, white jodhpur pants, sash waistband, red sash, white gloves, undergarments and black boots.
Birthmarks: None of note.
Tattoos: None.
Scars: None.
Personality: Upon first meeting him, Galdin appears to be a very polite, friendly and levelheaded individual. Always willing to compliment and encourage others, aswell as acting as a sort of mentor to younger students. He speaks in a calm manner, and somewhat mature for his age.
He is not the type to stop conflicts however, prefering to allowing them to go on for as much as required in order to reach a conclusion. Usually such ends with both sides being disgruntled and him having to talk with both sides, to varying results.
Galdin's true personality is hidden under his false exterior, of a young man whose ambitions be to enslave the world as it's new ruler. Where humans would rule supreme over all other races, where slavery would be legalized. Galdin is ruthless and will stop at little to reach his goals, as long as he can do so without staining his own ego.
That said he feels little for those he considers to be his rivals, having no qualms about removing them himself, but preferably he would want to use others for that task. Especially if he can pin two forces against oneanother, while strengthening his own status.
Any obstacles met in his path are to be dealt with swiftly and without mercy. He is however not a person which takes sadistic pleasure in harming others, but rather see it as a necessary evil in order to have order. If severely pressed or in a losing battle, he will be prone to make for his escape, and if such is not possible he will fight fiercely in a psychotic manner.
There are traits in others which he however values highly, even among non-humans, and those are loyalty and cunning strategic manuevers. In very rare cases he would also show respect to a worthy enemy, despite their race. If they have been able to thwart him on more than one occasion or at a crucial moment.
Other personality traits of Galdin is that he plays on peoples friendships and feelings, such as love to make them do as he desires, whilst he may favor certain people above others, if the gains are large enough he may even be willing to sacrifice something he holds in very high opinion.
Galdin has a weak spot for cute animals and do not like them to come to harm, he also bears a weakness towards human girls younger than he is and may go out of his character to protect or save them. In very rare cases he may -even- protect a non-human, allthough that may be very rare and may have to do with a personal connection to them or that he simply find them to be cute.
In the right company the young man may even joke and jest, allthough these jokes may often be very dark in nature, if not even morbid.
Galdin also disapproves of overly cruel and barbaric actions towards other forms of life, especially when such is made from one of his own kind, as he feels it drags his self-worth down to be the same level as such an individual. Despite his belief in that, he approves of slavery, but it has to be regulated and the slaves have to be fed and taken care of. Like cattle.
Quirks: ? Strengths: Perspective, Keen senses, Strong willed, Shrewd, Quick, Weaknesses: Deranged, Judgemental, Young human girls, Weak to sonic attacks, Over-ambitious House: Domicile Divinos Aspirations:
- Achieve mastery of his powers and trade. - Become student of the year or equalent in fame. - Attain the rank of headmaster of the academy, or any other high position in the neutral zone.
- Instigate a war to subdue and destroy the non-human nations and dispose of humans which are an obstacle to his ambitions. - Become the next ruler of this world, enslaving all non-humans and establishing a human empire.
Backstory:
Galdin was born in the Marland region which is part of one of the human kingdoms, 19 years ago, to a noble house by the name of Frayheart. The head of the family at the time, his grandfather, had been a firm supporter of the human war against the other races of the world, and his bitterness and anger when the peace came was passed down to Galdin's father, who'd secretly plotted a new human dawn. Aiding forces which sought to spark battle anew. But his father's ambition came to a halt when he was killed during during an uproar in the human kingdoms, ironically by those very men he had secretly supported. Thus Galdin became the new head of the family, whilst young he was well educated on subjects regarding the human kingdoms, and raised on the stories of heroes which died in the great war 50 years ago.
It was from these stories which formed him as a person, his desire to become a true hero, but not only that, but the hero among heroes. A name to be carried on for eons to come, as the man who fought the evil forces of the world and succeeded. A keeper of true peace and prosperity, of wealth and power and most important of all. Order.
Having been trained by a personal instructor, hired by his late father from an early age, in the power which Galdin had an affinity for, telepathy and telekinesis. Powers which would compliment him well as a leader and strategist of a new generation and his noble house. Despite having both an interest and capability to be trained in either of those things, Galdin has decided to focus more on his powers, seeing them as the basis in order to be a powerful leader or be a more adept strategist. Being under the belief that in order to build a sturdy tower, you must have a strong and firm base which will not give way, the stronger the base the higher the tower will stretch. And his ambitions be among the stars.
He is eager to go to the academy in order to further raise his potential and possibly find allies for his future plans.
Extra Info:
- Galdin is bethrothed to a young woman which is also attending the academy. At his late father's request. - Carries a decorated noble sword and sheath on his belt. - Is slightly knowledgable in alchemy and herbalism. Being able to create minor healing potions, antidotes, poison and other brews to cure or inflict ailments. - Knows proper table etiquette. - He is a capable fencer. - Fond of roses and tea - Wears two medals marking him as the Marquis of Marland and the other as the young head of his noble house. - Is decently rich, allthough his family fortunes having suffered setbacks in the war 50 years ago.
She's.. warm? He thought as he hugged her, had she gotten a fever? Vittorio realized that he had spent so much time in his astral form that he had forgotten the warmth of another person, same could be said for the breathing and heartbeat he could feel replying to his own. His own heartbroken core, broken beyond repair. At least that's what he thought. He withdrew from the hug slightly to look to Bak's face, she was indeed looking very red so Vittorio reached up with his hand to her forehead to check. The frail boy placed the palm of his hand on her forehead, she were warm indeed. But he couldn't remember how warm you had to be in order to have a fever.
"Bak?" He asked, blinking his eyes slowly as he looked to her, she hung her head over slightly. Then he could hear the unmistakable sound of someone sleeping.
"She.. fell asleep?" Vittorio blinked abit faster, then had a smile appear on his lips. To when he came to realize he was feeling a combination of shock and... warmth? This feeling? This magnetism? He both disliked it and liked it at the same time, it reminded him of the moment when he had lost it all.
"Bak.. you have kept pushing yourself... all for your friends... getting hurt in doing so... I...I admire you... you are truly a kind and beautiful person... and I-I.." The frail boy's body froze, as the word finally reached him, the word for that feeling which he couldn't place.
"...and I do..." He said in a soft, barely noticable voice as he leaned to her ear, his lips made out two words, which none have ever heard him speak. He said them so quietly, because he couldn't bear to hear them in his own ears, as if the realization of himself saying it would tear him up from the ground he stood upon.
Then he withdrew his embrace from her, she was standing there, fully asleep by the looks of it. He knew he couldn't move her in his physical form, even in his astral form it would be a daunting task. But he couldn't leave her out here. Thus he sat down and went into his astral form, which smoothly slid over towards Bak and wrapped his tentacle like wings around her gently, before lifting her. She was heavier than he had thought, her weight he could feel pressing down on his mind like a powerful pressure, getting heavier for each moment passed.
He had to quickly bring her to her room, when he found it he opened it with a tentacle, wrapping around the doorknob. Carefully lifting Bak into her sheep filled room. Vittorio finally put her on her bed after some careful placement. His astral form poofed out as soon as he did, and he was back in his physical body. Where he headed over to Bak's room and closed the door after he went in.
Vittorio scanned his surroundings for a blanket which he could place on her. After some recon he managed to find a suitable one depicting a circle of sheep on it, he moved slowly over to the bed and was about to put the blanket over her when he realized that she was still wearing her clothes on.
Thus he came into a dilemma on what he should do. He could help her into some nightgown or he could just put the blanket over her. Bak's clothes were custom made by the looks of it, it wasn't something the usual student would wear. Vittorio realized he couldn't help her without possibly destroying parts of her attire, thus came to the decision to leave her be with her clothes still on. He slowly pulled the big blanket over her and made sure she was lying down somewhat comfortable.
The boy gave a soft sigh of relief and smile, and once again he could feel that feeling again. His chest would heat up and feel like a thousand moths had just awoken from their slumber in his chest. He swallowed and then gave Bak a soft stroke on her head, moving some of her hair away from her face, before finally withdrawing to the doorway and closing the door behind him. As he began to walk the corridor again, his thoughts fell on words uttered moments ago, so quiet yet he had uttered them. Even if she couldn't have possibly Heard him… what was he going to do now?
Vittorio stood as if frozen as he spotted the one person he did not want to meet in that long corridor on his way out. Yet at the same time, the only one he wanted to meet.
"Bak?... Bak... were you the one who brought me back? Did I get Alto? I've been asleep for soo long... but now I do feel like I am awake. Being awake also has allowed me to conclude what it is that I need to do. THe strange men have always been in my dreams, enveloped by shadow... they never truly left." His tentacle wings twitched in the air, as he put his physical form down against one of the walls. Out of all the students of St.Lucifers, Bak alone was one which he didn't want to fight at all. Thus he left his astral form and returned to his physical body, slowly getting up on his feet while clutching his side, with hints of pain over his face. He stood there for a moment as Bak was going closer, at which he took a few steps forwards and tried to hug her.
"Thank you, Bak... but I cannot stay here no more, you and the others will get hurt because of me. People have already gotten hurt because of me. You should leave this place Bak..." He said as he looked into Bak's eyes, his eyes looking abit tired but sincere, his somewhat weak body would be so frail compared to Bak's reinforced form.
"I know what Clara and Mephisto says sound true and right, but their words are ultimately going to lead to the destruction of Rhea as we know it. When you are no longer useful to them they are going to dispose of you, that's why they still keep me. They want me to fight and be their puppet. We all are just tools for them." Vittorio tried to squeeze Bak abit, providing she would allow it.
"Bak... I cannot go with you, but you need to leave this darkness. Go to greener fields with everyone, because otherwise you are going to lose it all. Just like I did..." He said with a sad tone in his voice, as he looked deeply into Bak's eyes. For a moment he froze, as he thought he could see her straight through. As if all that metal protecting her had fallen away. She was truly something special.
I'll won't let it happen again... it must not happen again. This time... I...
Vittorio swallowed, then leaned forwards, trying to plant a soft kiss on Bak's cheek, his approach very gentle, as if a single gust of wind would knock him over. "Dasvidaniya..."
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