Member
Name: Ryze Sirrus, "Midnight"
Age: 29
Race: Wendigo
Ya heard of the Wendigos? Those elusive creatures eat the flesh of the species they once were, and wear the skin of their kill as their own. I've survived an encounter only because of their inability to cooperate. They kill as they like, even if it's their own. Watch yourself, they could be anywhere, them vengeful spirits.
I suppose some of that is true. Just, widely spread.
You've encountered them too!? How are you alive, you're but a young man!
Here, let me show you a thing or two about us.
Appearance:
Standing at 6'1, his piercing red eyes give off feelings of uneasiness. His getup is strange too. Don't say that to his face though, could be a bad idea.
Personality:
Midnight remains calm most of the time, saying what he thinks no matter how good or bad the situation. Working himself into a frenzy over things would just make him hungry anyway. He's barely driven, only caring about food and how to quell his boredom. Whenever he isn't occupied with something, he's probably lounging about or sleeping, the latter bordering Narcolepsy. As his alias suggests, Midnight adores the later hours, and his namesake hour causes him to get a little riled up. While Midnight is sarcastic, he usually ends up acting silly unintentionally, and can be friendly if he so wishes. Just don't feed him anything other than flesh or carrots if you don't want him to complain. He has an interest in Magic, and would like to learn more about types other than his innate Shadow Magic. If he could use a Catalyst, he'd be much more fluent.
Abilities:
Shadow Magic - Midnight has a small variety of innate techniques that drain his stamina, most likely being why he sleeps so much.
Nightmare - Causes a sleeping target to have a bad dream.
Shadow Blend - Midnight merges with the shadows on a surface, cooling off and hiding from sight, though not from hearing. He is still a part of the physical world, and if his shadow is stepped on he still feels it.
Darkness Lance - Imbuing his fist with a shadow, Midnight's punches give the pain of being frozen to where they've struck.
Skinwalking - Though all Wendigos can expend their stamina to take the appearance of their latest meal, Midnight refuses to ever use this, as he has a value for his individuality.
Spirit Strength - Wendigos have triple the strength of the average human, which betrays Midnight's rather fragile looks.
Slow Stomach - Midnight's strange anatomy allows him to hold out longer than other races without food. Drinking is another matter, however.
Bloodless - A Wendigo's organs function without blood, so trying to bleed them is pointless.
Salvaged Item: A small box containing 4 pounds of meat. Deeee-licious.
History:
"Midnight is the hour of the hunt. When the moon trembles in the wake of our presence, and wolves howl warnings to those who are foolish enough to stay on our reserve; all who are caught under the moonlit sky are our prey."
Wendigos are a species native to Ouran, and they are few and far between. At birth, they are abandoned for two reasons; one, the burden of keeping more flesh for a child would be too great. Two, the race would survive through only its strongest members if they are to survive a childhood of solitude. But, I'm sure they didn't expect the laziest to survive as well.
Ryze Sirrus spent his childhood lazily drifting about like his inspirations; the clouds. A typical day would be along the lines of "Sleeping, Eating a rare passerby, Walking slowly along the road, Sleeping, Practicing his Shadow Magic, and Sleeping". He spent some time in the towns he visited to learn the Common Language and how to act like a human, but other than that would be rather uninterested in culture until he was 13. He started getting curious about things other than just drifting, as that was starting to bore him. So Ryze started work as a butcher. From there, he started to have a place in society he could learn from, as well as have access to flesh (though animal flesh was sub-par compared to human or elf flesh). He spent some time in a school, but only to learn proper etiquette, as everything else bored him.
When Ryze became 21 years-old, he decided it was time to make a name for himself. People could be way more fun than just good food, so he wanted to join the Ouran Military. Making it through Boot Camp with unsettling ease, the Wendigo went into active duty as an Ouranese Warrior that was renowned for having inhuman ability...for the two years he served, before he was discovered devouring the flesh of those he killed and was recognized as a Wendigo. Taken into custody and brought to the Lord of the land, Ryze was punished with Trial by Combat. The battle-hardened Knight who he fought against would have slain Ryze, had it not been the late hours of the evening. As they battled, Ryze's poor sword-skills were made obsolete as the clock struck Midnight, causing Ryze's lust for slaughter go hyper-mode. Ripping the man apart, Ryze was granted a semi-pardon, and received the alias Midnight by all who bore witness. To complete his pardon and live in society as the first-ever civil Wendigo, Midnight was called on 5 years later with four others to undertake a voyage by sea to a faraway land.
He knew the trip would be a bust, the sea never agreed with him anyway. Well, he'll have plenty of time to brood over it now.
Nation of Origin: Ouran
Nation Lore:
Ouran is a nation far to the South, surrounded by temperate forests and wide, open lakes. It's a rather popular spot for travelers, as the scenery is as lush and beautiful as they come; the water glistens in every pond and river, the trees and vegetation sways gently in the breeze, and the sun seems to always be shining.
This is but the face of it, however. In truth, Ouran is a rather unforgiving place to live. The Flora can often times be poisonous or a creature in of itself that'll devour those who aren't aware. The Fauna is just as bad, as the near-top of the food chain yields the Dire Wolves and Griffons that are wide-spread in their nesting of the region, and the Apex Predators - Manticores - may be small in number, but are unchallenged beasts that terrorize their prey and civilization alike.
When it comes to the Ouranese people, they are weary in nature. When constantly under threat of your own land, it's only natural to hold distrust in those you see. Strangely however, this does not affect politics over a range, as those in power feel that the other people who are at a great distance from Ouran cannot harm them. As foolhardy as this is, it has gained Ouran a number of allies from other nations such as Tawken, who has proved to be quite kind in its trade. The Lord of the land has improved Ouran's cities with their help, having built more schools, guard outposts, markets, and even a grand library.
Other:
Midnight has motion sickness. When riding on any kind of transportation, he either collapses, vomits, or curls up in strange positions.
Carrots are the only food aside from flesh that Midnight can stand. He will eat other foods, but will heavily complain while doing so.
There aren't many things Midnight fears, but cats are one of them.
Midnight is illiterate - while he can speak fluently, he can't write well.
The Midnight Hour is the hour of the Hunt. If Ryze is awake, he'll be in a rather violent mood.
While he is afraid of cats, Midnight loves dogs, and dogs love him. Less powerful breeds of wolves will even put their trust in him, licking at his face.
Age: 29
Race: Wendigo
Ya heard of the Wendigos? Those elusive creatures eat the flesh of the species they once were, and wear the skin of their kill as their own. I've survived an encounter only because of their inability to cooperate. They kill as they like, even if it's their own. Watch yourself, they could be anywhere, them vengeful spirits.
I suppose some of that is true. Just, widely spread.
You've encountered them too!? How are you alive, you're but a young man!
Here, let me show you a thing or two about us.
Appearance:
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Courtesy of Fairy Tail.Standing at 6'1, his piercing red eyes give off feelings of uneasiness. His getup is strange too. Don't say that to his face though, could be a bad idea.
Personality:
Midnight remains calm most of the time, saying what he thinks no matter how good or bad the situation. Working himself into a frenzy over things would just make him hungry anyway. He's barely driven, only caring about food and how to quell his boredom. Whenever he isn't occupied with something, he's probably lounging about or sleeping, the latter bordering Narcolepsy. As his alias suggests, Midnight adores the later hours, and his namesake hour causes him to get a little riled up. While Midnight is sarcastic, he usually ends up acting silly unintentionally, and can be friendly if he so wishes. Just don't feed him anything other than flesh or carrots if you don't want him to complain. He has an interest in Magic, and would like to learn more about types other than his innate Shadow Magic. If he could use a Catalyst, he'd be much more fluent.
Abilities:
Shadow Magic - Midnight has a small variety of innate techniques that drain his stamina, most likely being why he sleeps so much.
Nightmare - Causes a sleeping target to have a bad dream.
Shadow Blend - Midnight merges with the shadows on a surface, cooling off and hiding from sight, though not from hearing. He is still a part of the physical world, and if his shadow is stepped on he still feels it.
Darkness Lance - Imbuing his fist with a shadow, Midnight's punches give the pain of being frozen to where they've struck.
Skinwalking - Though all Wendigos can expend their stamina to take the appearance of their latest meal, Midnight refuses to ever use this, as he has a value for his individuality.
Spirit Strength - Wendigos have triple the strength of the average human, which betrays Midnight's rather fragile looks.
Slow Stomach - Midnight's strange anatomy allows him to hold out longer than other races without food. Drinking is another matter, however.
Bloodless - A Wendigo's organs function without blood, so trying to bleed them is pointless.
Salvaged Item: A small box containing 4 pounds of meat. Deeee-licious.
History:
"Midnight is the hour of the hunt. When the moon trembles in the wake of our presence, and wolves howl warnings to those who are foolish enough to stay on our reserve; all who are caught under the moonlit sky are our prey."
Wendigos are a species native to Ouran, and they are few and far between. At birth, they are abandoned for two reasons; one, the burden of keeping more flesh for a child would be too great. Two, the race would survive through only its strongest members if they are to survive a childhood of solitude. But, I'm sure they didn't expect the laziest to survive as well.
Ryze Sirrus spent his childhood lazily drifting about like his inspirations; the clouds. A typical day would be along the lines of "Sleeping, Eating a rare passerby, Walking slowly along the road, Sleeping, Practicing his Shadow Magic, and Sleeping". He spent some time in the towns he visited to learn the Common Language and how to act like a human, but other than that would be rather uninterested in culture until he was 13. He started getting curious about things other than just drifting, as that was starting to bore him. So Ryze started work as a butcher. From there, he started to have a place in society he could learn from, as well as have access to flesh (though animal flesh was sub-par compared to human or elf flesh). He spent some time in a school, but only to learn proper etiquette, as everything else bored him.
When Ryze became 21 years-old, he decided it was time to make a name for himself. People could be way more fun than just good food, so he wanted to join the Ouran Military. Making it through Boot Camp with unsettling ease, the Wendigo went into active duty as an Ouranese Warrior that was renowned for having inhuman ability...for the two years he served, before he was discovered devouring the flesh of those he killed and was recognized as a Wendigo. Taken into custody and brought to the Lord of the land, Ryze was punished with Trial by Combat. The battle-hardened Knight who he fought against would have slain Ryze, had it not been the late hours of the evening. As they battled, Ryze's poor sword-skills were made obsolete as the clock struck Midnight, causing Ryze's lust for slaughter go hyper-mode. Ripping the man apart, Ryze was granted a semi-pardon, and received the alias Midnight by all who bore witness. To complete his pardon and live in society as the first-ever civil Wendigo, Midnight was called on 5 years later with four others to undertake a voyage by sea to a faraway land.
He knew the trip would be a bust, the sea never agreed with him anyway. Well, he'll have plenty of time to brood over it now.
Nation of Origin: Ouran
Nation Lore:
Ouran is a nation far to the South, surrounded by temperate forests and wide, open lakes. It's a rather popular spot for travelers, as the scenery is as lush and beautiful as they come; the water glistens in every pond and river, the trees and vegetation sways gently in the breeze, and the sun seems to always be shining.
This is but the face of it, however. In truth, Ouran is a rather unforgiving place to live. The Flora can often times be poisonous or a creature in of itself that'll devour those who aren't aware. The Fauna is just as bad, as the near-top of the food chain yields the Dire Wolves and Griffons that are wide-spread in their nesting of the region, and the Apex Predators - Manticores - may be small in number, but are unchallenged beasts that terrorize their prey and civilization alike.
When it comes to the Ouranese people, they are weary in nature. When constantly under threat of your own land, it's only natural to hold distrust in those you see. Strangely however, this does not affect politics over a range, as those in power feel that the other people who are at a great distance from Ouran cannot harm them. As foolhardy as this is, it has gained Ouran a number of allies from other nations such as Tawken, who has proved to be quite kind in its trade. The Lord of the land has improved Ouran's cities with their help, having built more schools, guard outposts, markets, and even a grand library.
Other:
Midnight has motion sickness. When riding on any kind of transportation, he either collapses, vomits, or curls up in strange positions.
Carrots are the only food aside from flesh that Midnight can stand. He will eat other foods, but will heavily complain while doing so.
There aren't many things Midnight fears, but cats are one of them.
Midnight is illiterate - while he can speak fluently, he can't write well.
The Midnight Hour is the hour of the Hunt. If Ryze is awake, he'll be in a rather violent mood.
While he is afraid of cats, Midnight loves dogs, and dogs love him. Less powerful breeds of wolves will even put their trust in him, licking at his face.