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Post by Takeshima Kunou on Feb 17, 2013 10:44:18 GMT -5
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sex: male| sexual orientation: Straight | race: Quincy
When I die, will they remember not
FACE CLAIM: Young Walter - Hellsing
HEIGHT: 5'11
WEIGHT: 150
APPEARANCE: Shima is a rather well kept guy. He generally wears nice dress shirts and a vest. They may be somewhat stressed and even torn occasionally.. His pants look like black dress pants, but are made out of a much stronger, denim material. It helps to keep it from tearing when he snags something. His hair is usually rather shiny, and his skin normally has a glow about it when he leaves his refuge. His eyes have a shine to them as well, although his irises look near black.
Underneath his clothing though lies more truth than Shima would ever care to mention to people. Scars run along the length of his torso, most of them from broken glass when his father got fed up with him. There's a few burn marks from cigarettes on his side, and there is one long scar, from his hip to his shoulder on his back. This one was received when a hollow nearly sliced him in half. There are cuts along his thighs from years of self torment as well, although this is something no one ever sees.
What I did, but what I haven't done?
LIKES: Coffee Swords Dress Shirts
DISLIKES: Needles Hollows Country Music
NEGATIVE TRAITS: Seemingly Apathetic Highly Sarcastic Critical Depressed
POSITIVE TRAITS: Helpful Thoughtful Strategic Sympathetic
EXTRAS:
WEAPONS:Seele Schniders Ginto Vials Small 3" Buck utility knife BOW:Depending on the Situation, a long, recurve bow that's about as tall as him, or a short, recurve bow that is about 3 feet for cqb encounters QUINCY CROSS:A silver Ankh SANREI GLOVE:Has obtained the Sanrei Glove BOW/GINTO TECHNIQUES:Name: Zwilling Schlag / Drilling Schlag Item used: Bow Type: offensive Cost: Low Range: Mid Description: Instead of pulling back a single arrow, the quincy will pull back two (Zwilling) or three (Drilling) arrows and fire them simultaneously
Name: Kristall Schlag Item used: Bow Type: offensive Cost: Low Range: Mid-Long Description: Fires an arrow of highly dense spiritual energy, which becomes crystallized, and sharp, dealing both physical and spiritual damage
Name: Kristall Rand Item used: ginto Type: offensive Cost: Ginto, Low energy Range: short Description: The concentrated spiritual energy inside the ginto is shaped into a dense, crystal blade, usually a dagger, or sometimes a sword, although the longer the more brittle the blade is.
Name: Schützen / Kristall Schützen Item used: Reishi Type: Defense - Last for one hit, can be used once every other post Cost: Low - Mid / Mid - High Range: Close - Mid Description: Takeshima can use his control over Reishi to create a wall of energy to block physical and spiritual attacks. His shield protect from Han and Rei up to his level in Sei, or if Takeshima creates a denser wall of Crystallized reishi, it can block up to four points higher. With Focus, this shield can even be used in front of others at a distance.
Name: Kristall Explosion Item used: Reishi Type: Offensive Cost: Low - Or medium if object was created Range: Long Description: Takeshima can create an object out of crystalized reishi in his hand. Created items without the use of ginto or in the form of an arrow are currently unstable and only last a little while before they will dissipate. Takeshima can now cause any item made out of crystalized reishi to explode, sending shards of sharpened crystals that can cut and embed themselves in people, as well as cause a nasty force wave as with any explosion. -Can only create two items in one post -One post cooldown between -Objects last only one turn -Can only blow up one object, meaning if a second is created, it will dissipate at the end of the turn -Explosion is a ten meter radius, and expands to 15 at sei level 20, and twenter meters at sei level 25
That I fear with each breath HISTORY:Shima never lived a luxurious life. The minute he was born his life was filled with strife. The strain of his birth strained his mother to her limits, and she passed away not more than a few minutes after he was born. As Shima grew his stresses didn't fade. His father hated him, for the man felt it was his son's fault for the death of his precious, beautiful wife. His father used to be a kind, respectable man. But the death had taken it's toll on him mentally and financially. The funeral was not cheap, and neither were the extra bills for the complications of the birth. The man slowly was driven mad, and fired from his cushy job before having to get a dead end job as a fast food server. Not long after turning eight, Shima had become accustom to beatings from his father, burned with cigarettes, cut occasionally from broken glass. It all was hidden during his years that he attended school. and it continued for a long time.
Shima was about 12 when he discovered his mothers old things, in an old box in the attic of their home. He went through it like mad. He found a beautiful pendent, though he was positive it looked different before he had grabbed it. But it almost spoke to him, whispered words of comfort and made him feel safe. When he was alone, usually after physical abuse from the man he called a father, he would lay curled up and whisper words of hope to his pendant, hoping someone would hear.
Eventually something did.
It was three years after the discovery of the ankh pendent that he usually wore on his wrist. As he laid in bed there was a knocking at his window. The teenager approached the window and opened it gently as some spirit stood staring at him. She seemed human, her features feminine, smooth like porceline and flawless. She slowly led the boy out and walked with him for a while. Takeshima had begun to see slightly glowing blow orbs floating around as they walked. Suddenly the feminine creature gained a horrendous face as her mask peeled back her flesh and peaked through. Shima's powers woke that night. The glowing orbs floated to his wrist as he fled. They began to form a small bow on his wrist.
The hollow was getting closer, and it slammed into Shima, and knocked him down and came close to feast on him. As Shima hit the ground he rolled and noticed what had formed. He gripped up and grabbed it and pulled the string back, and arrow forming out of some blue energy that had suddenly made the boy so tired. The Hollow was close and about to crash down before the blue light pierced through it's mask. It staggered, and collapsed, and slowlyfaded away.
After this secret was discovered Shima worked to hone his skills, and he became more confident, and fought back with his father, though took a few wounds through the years, and incidently became a little masochistic, and prone to self harm. When he had turned eighteen Shima was gone. With most of his mom's stuff as well. He currently resides in the very home he had left to when he left his father. Just a little one bedroom apartment. RP SAMPLE:The Starting post of a Battle thread
Shima's footsteps squished through the orange, dead leaves on the ground as he walked. His left hand was holding a black, small umbrella which was barely enough to protect from the rain that pelted down against it. The wind was freezing, and cooled against the bottom of his pants, which were becoming soaked. They were out of the protective range of his umbrella. Shima's free hand reached down and slid into his pocket and pulled on his cigarette box till the top was out. He flipped it back and yanked out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, before closing the box and jamming it back into his pocket. He switched the hand the umbrella was in and searched for his lighter, his phone blocking it before he pushed it aside and grabbed it, whispering some obscene comment before lifting it up to his mouth.
The warm smoke filled his lungs quickly after he lit the cigarette, and Shima began to relax a little bit. The cold didn't seem as cold, and he began to focus a little more. He kept moving along the trail that was covered in leaves until it opened into a small clearing. He slowed and looked up, the trees sheltering the area mostly, though some drops of rain were pushing through and making the area slightly wet.
Shima moved to a tree and pulled his umbrella in front of him, pulling it in so that it was compact and small before he set it down and turned. His eyes closed as he relaxed and let the energy that lingered around flow to him. His left hand rose and the blow energy formed a long bow. He gripped it tightly and aimed at a tree, pulling back an arrow to about half draw before releasing it, and firing it into the tree.
After a few dozen arrows or so, within the span of five minutes as to not tire himself he felt a presence. At least he thought he did. It felt like a slight raise in pressure for a second. Shima shrugged it off and simply stopped, not wanting to scare any humans if they were drifting closer. Instead he stood still and let the bow dissipate. Shima tossed the butt he had and sighed, feeling unsatisfied. He slowly withdrew one more and lit it without as much trouble as the first, not having the umbrella to deal with. He looked up at the smoke as he blew it out and then looked around. He was sure he was being watched, but he felt no presence.
"Just paranoid.." He told himself as he looked at his target. There was a small spread, though it was nearly unnoticeable, especially at this distance. Shima reached up and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and held it, staring. He felt so off kilter for some reason. Uneasy. After another three minutes, when he was sure he was mostly alone and he raised his hand again, the blue bow appearing once more. He reached up with his right hand and put the cigarette back to his lips and left it there, going once again to fire arrows at the tree. After the first two however his paranoia had built once again. The bow faded and he turned, yanking the fag out of his mouth and yelled. "Come the fuck out! I know you're there!" He yelled. After a few seconds he reached up and rubbed his head, the rain around him making to much noise for him to distinguish if there was any other sound. "I'm really going insane." Shima told himself before he cursed. "Fuck." Once more the blue bow appeared and he drew back an arrow and fired towards the presence he felt. CLASS/LEVEL: AV-2 STATS: Class/level: Hankou - 9 Reiryoku - 15 Hakudo - 8 Seijuu - 16 Bukijuu - 16 Hoho - 16 Points Earned: 4 Total points:80
It's Life that scares me to death... CBOX/OOC NAME:Light OTHER CHARACTERS: -- |
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Post by Hash on Feb 17, 2013 15:02:16 GMT -5
You need to copy and paste the full descriptions of the techniques, not just the names.
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Post by Hash on Feb 17, 2013 15:23:57 GMT -5
Approved for AV-2 with 76 points.
You can go ahead and fill out the fields: class/level and stats. Once you're done, comment here so that we can check them over, and this will be moved to accepted.
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on Feb 17, 2013 15:43:32 GMT -5
Done
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Post by Hash on Feb 17, 2013 15:54:25 GMT -5
Moving to accepted~
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