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For a moment, Alistair watched Arara depart, eyebrows angling upwards several more degrees. Truth be told, that had been one of the more... Odd conversations he'd had in his life, though all things considered, he supposed that wasn't saying much. He would have continued with this contemplation, if it weren't for two very sudden, very distracting things.
First... KK. Just... Kalimay. Talking at a mile a minute, Alistair's mind raced to try and keep up with what she was saying, which was easier said than done when another girl appeared (Which, coincidentally, was the second event), and began talking as well. As KK took a moment to start talking to Sayuri, his mind took the extra few moments needed to catch up to the present, and comprehend what KK was saying.
"Okay, whoa, whoa, let's back up a second here. Time out." He commented, making a "t" with his hands. "There's no love crisis here, there's no love here. I'm not dating anyone, and when I say 'anyone' I mean anyone, not just people who are here, I was not looking at girls in any way that an attached person shouldn't, even if I was attached."
Pausing a moment, he took a deep breath. "Okay, I think that covers everything, feel free to resume. Hello, Sayuri, pleasure to meet you. Pleasure to meet you as well, Kalimay."
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Haemonculus said
I'm gonna choose one of you at random and steal your copy of Kingdom Hearts II because I lost mine and it depresses the shit out of me.And I'm not seeing how Alistair is the lady's man here. What's so special about him? You girls be cray. @_@ It's the sword, isn't it?
dude you and me both are wondering
At this point, I'm keeping a running tally. We're starting to reach a ratio of girls to game pages that if this were any other medium, I'd think I'd accidentally wandered into a harem anime.
Alistar is a bit confused about the subject too. XD
(And I swear I'll post soon. Trying to muster the drive to post and study for my history exam tomorrow.)
Well, I'm back for round two. Hopefully I can stick around this time. XD
Name: Abraham Martin
Age: 16
Picture: http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/1500000/Daren-Kagasoff-the-secret-life-_-american-teenager-1578471-440-270.jpg
Godly Parent: Nike
Years at Camp: 2
Weaponry: While some campers carry with them only a weapon or two, Abraham finds such behavior illogical. Almost as illogical, in fact, as wielding oversized weapons, or weapons outside of their intended purpose. No, in a fight what matters is winning, not how one looks while doing it. As such, his primary weapon is a rapier of celestial bronze with a basket hilt, disguised as, of all things, a small metal bookmark. It reveals itself when Abraham places his thumb on the embossed symbol on one end. It is not uncommon for him to have a dagger tucked into a hidden sheath on his leg, or a stiletto hidden upon his person. What is a certainty, however, is the Swiss Army knife he keeps in a pocket. He had it modified his first year at camp to include a small blade of Stygian iron among its tools. He doesn't elaborate on where he got it, but based on the size of the blade, his supply must have been very small.
Fatal Flaw: Abraham's fatal flaw, though one would be hardpressed to identify it correctly, is his own self-doubt. More specifically, his belief that he's never quite good enough. Though he was always one to remember his own failings and try to improve on them unceasingly, this tendency was aggravated by somethng shortly before his arrival at camp, something he has buried deep beneath his calm facade and never talks about.
Special Abilities: When one considers his ancestry, one does not think that Abraham would have much in the way of an ability. After all, wasn't victory an end in and of itself? But what many don't see is that defeat is unavoidable, and the path to victory is to come back from those defeats stronger than before. This is the very essence of Abraham's ability. Whatever his foe uses against him, provided it is not instantly fatal, he will begin to adapt to, find ways to overcome. And the more it is used, the more he can adapt to fight back. For example, when fighting something far faster than he is, his reaction times might increase to compensate. Or when fighting someone stronger, his speed might increase to avoid their blows. Or if one attempts to use supernatural charms, his perception would slowly begin to cut through the haze. He cannot control how he adapts, nor is it likely to be the same every time, and it takes time, but he has found it a very potent skill. Few at camp are even aware of its existence, as it appears so infrequently, and he has few half siblings.
But there is an extension of this ability; his rapier. In its default form, it is as described above. But the longer a battle wears on, the more it changes, like its wielder. It can never completely change what it is, ie go from a sword to a mace, but it is quite capable of changing from one type of sword to another over time. Like his own adaptation, Abraham has no control over this, though it will most often change to work with the changes his body is making.
However, these abilities have an obvious drawback; in order to adapt, he has to be hit in the first place. As such, it is something of a desperation maneuver, as the more strikes or abilities connect, the more he adapts.
Other: All things considered, Abraham had a fairly normal childhood. Raised in the relatively secluded northern United States, few monsters ever came his way, and the few that did rarely gave his family much trouble. He began reading and learning at a very young age, with a particular fascination towards historical accounts of war and tactics. Where others played action based games, Abraham grew up with a fondness and skill for strategy games, ranging from chess to Risk to Civilization.
In middle school and high school, he joined the fencing team as well as any clubs having to do with strategy games. When he was fifteen, he came to camp for the first time for reasons he has not felt the need to elaborate on. Much of his first year was spent in the background, studying and learning everything he could about the camp and its inhabitants. The only real blip on the radar was during one of the later games of capture the flag, when a small strike group was defeated through guerrilla tactics, a defeat they claim was dealt by a camper matching his description. But few believed them, and Abraham never spoke up, so the event was quickly forgotten. He spent the rest of the summer flyig under the radar, making few friends or lasting impressions.
Now, his second year has begun.
Name: Abraham Martin
Age: 16
Picture: http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/1500000/Daren-Kagasoff-the-secret-life-_-american-teenager-1578471-440-270.jpg
Godly Parent: Nike
Years at Camp: 2
Weaponry: While some campers carry with them only a weapon or two, Abraham finds such behavior illogical. Almost as illogical, in fact, as wielding oversized weapons, or weapons outside of their intended purpose. No, in a fight what matters is winning, not how one looks while doing it. As such, his primary weapon is a rapier of celestial bronze with a basket hilt, disguised as, of all things, a small metal bookmark. It reveals itself when Abraham places his thumb on the embossed symbol on one end. It is not uncommon for him to have a dagger tucked into a hidden sheath on his leg, or a stiletto hidden upon his person. What is a certainty, however, is the Swiss Army knife he keeps in a pocket. He had it modified his first year at camp to include a small blade of Stygian iron among its tools. He doesn't elaborate on where he got it, but based on the size of the blade, his supply must have been very small.
Fatal Flaw: Abraham's fatal flaw, though one would be hardpressed to identify it correctly, is his own self-doubt. More specifically, his belief that he's never quite good enough. Though he was always one to remember his own failings and try to improve on them unceasingly, this tendency was aggravated by somethng shortly before his arrival at camp, something he has buried deep beneath his calm facade and never talks about.
Special Abilities: When one considers his ancestry, one does not think that Abraham would have much in the way of an ability. After all, wasn't victory an end in and of itself? But what many don't see is that defeat is unavoidable, and the path to victory is to come back from those defeats stronger than before. This is the very essence of Abraham's ability. Whatever his foe uses against him, provided it is not instantly fatal, he will begin to adapt to, find ways to overcome. And the more it is used, the more he can adapt to fight back. For example, when fighting something far faster than he is, his reaction times might increase to compensate. Or when fighting someone stronger, his speed might increase to avoid their blows. Or if one attempts to use supernatural charms, his perception would slowly begin to cut through the haze. He cannot control how he adapts, nor is it likely to be the same every time, and it takes time, but he has found it a very potent skill. Few at camp are even aware of its existence, as it appears so infrequently, and he has few half siblings.
But there is an extension of this ability; his rapier. In its default form, it is as described above. But the longer a battle wears on, the more it changes, like its wielder. It can never completely change what it is, ie go from a sword to a mace, but it is quite capable of changing from one type of sword to another over time. Like his own adaptation, Abraham has no control over this, though it will most often change to work with the changes his body is making.
However, these abilities have an obvious drawback; in order to adapt, he has to be hit in the first place. As such, it is something of a desperation maneuver, as the more strikes or abilities connect, the more he adapts.
Other: All things considered, Abraham had a fairly normal childhood. Raised in the relatively secluded northern United States, few monsters ever came his way, and the few that did rarely gave his family much trouble. He began reading and learning at a very young age, with a particular fascination towards historical accounts of war and tactics. Where others played action based games, Abraham grew up with a fondness and skill for strategy games, ranging from chess to Risk to Civilization.
In middle school and high school, he joined the fencing team as well as any clubs having to do with strategy games. When he was fifteen, he came to camp for the first time for reasons he has not felt the need to elaborate on. Much of his first year was spent in the background, studying and learning everything he could about the camp and its inhabitants. The only real blip on the radar was during one of the later games of capture the flag, when a small strike group was defeated through guerrilla tactics, a defeat they claim was dealt by a camper matching his description. But few believed them, and Abraham never spoke up, so the event was quickly forgotten. He spent the rest of the summer flyig under the radar, making few friends or lasting impressions.
Now, his second year has begun.
ERode said
Dammit, I rushed the post because I wanted an Alistair response...BUT I GUESS THAT AIN'T HAPPENING.
im srry i needed my sleep
i can get it written now, though
Ooooohhhhh, regrettably, y'all, I'm going to have to sleep shortly. If something relevant to me occurs within ten minute, I might have time to get to it tonight. If not, I'll get it in a few hours.
i don't want to go
but it's three am
i don't want to go
but it's three am
I plead the fourth on the discussion of what drew attention. XD
And as for getting by in the world;
Alistair gets by with a box of scraps! In an apartment! With hotblooded determination!
And as for getting by in the world;
Alistair gets by with a box of scraps! In an apartment! With hotblooded determination!
Asura said
Her semblance actually steals mammary mass and adds it to her own, not aura. It all makes sense now
I was thinking dancing anime girl, but that works too, I guess. XD
To be honest, said poses more or less look like your current sig in my head when I try to imagine them. XD
IC:
While Alistair was already paying careful attention to the advice being given, when Arara pulled out a black credit card, his eyebrows cranked up a few notches. His eyes traced the card's path about her fingers carefully, distinctly aware that she was holding in her hand more money than his family had likely possessed in their entire lives.
On one hand, the offer was very, very enticing. On the other hand, someone offering to pay for things was something to be cautious of. While it wasn't a very trusting thought, it was realistic; Ulterior motives were very much possible. Best to know what he was agreeing to before he agreed.
"Now, I was raised not to look a gift horse in the mouth," He began, gaze transferring from the card back to her face. "But where I'm from, such an offer usually has a catch. Does the same hold true here?"
A pause, a slight smile growing on his face. As he began speaking again, he held out his right hand to shake. "Regardless of the answer to that question, however, I've forgotten my manners. I'm Alistair Thorne. Pleasure to meet you, Ms....?"
While Alistair was already paying careful attention to the advice being given, when Arara pulled out a black credit card, his eyebrows cranked up a few notches. His eyes traced the card's path about her fingers carefully, distinctly aware that she was holding in her hand more money than his family had likely possessed in their entire lives.
On one hand, the offer was very, very enticing. On the other hand, someone offering to pay for things was something to be cautious of. While it wasn't a very trusting thought, it was realistic; Ulterior motives were very much possible. Best to know what he was agreeing to before he agreed.
"Now, I was raised not to look a gift horse in the mouth," He began, gaze transferring from the card back to her face. "But where I'm from, such an offer usually has a catch. Does the same hold true here?"
A pause, a slight smile growing on his face. As he began speaking again, he held out his right hand to shake. "Regardless of the answer to that question, however, I've forgotten my manners. I'm Alistair Thorne. Pleasure to meet you, Ms....?"
Pffffffffahahahaha
Alistair's new survival plan; Find a handful of people (Read: Arara and anyone else helpful. XD) who know what's up in this world, and stick near them. XD
Alistair's new survival plan; Find a handful of people (Read: Arara and anyone else helpful. XD) who know what's up in this world, and stick near them. XD
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