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Post by Baron La Croix on Oct 31, 2013 13:35:48 GMT -5
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sex: male | sexual orientation: If it moves... | race: Arrancar ALIASES:The Shadow Man, The Cross Roads Demon, The Deal Maker, The God of Cats, That black magic man. AGE:So old he just cant keep track... 4000+ AGE OF APPEARANCE:Mid 30's NUMBER:5 ASPECT OF DEATH:Decadence RANK:Espada BASE FORM:Gillian
Shake my hand. Come on, boys, won't you shake a poor sinner's hand? FACE CLAIM:The Princess and the Frog -- Doctor Facilier If character design is original artwork, leave this blank.
HEIGHT: 9'6''
WEIGHT:150 lbs
APPEARANCE:The Baron is a tall skinny and mustached; and dressed in very linear black-and-red clothing or just plain dark clothing depending on his mood. Facilier has purple eyes, and a thin mustache, as well as a gap between his front teeth. He has long, bony fingers, and lanky arms and legs. His eyes are purple in hue and in color and his hair is dark and wavy, it comes down to just below his ears when his hat is off.. Also he always carries a plain black cane.
The Baron unlike most Arrancar is able to move the fragments of his mask about, but more often then not they are located on the front side of his rather tall hat. The remains of his mask resemble nothing more then a skeleton mask, able to cover his eyes cheek bones and the upper portion of his mouth, with little teeth like pieces coming off the lower section.
Tall and very slender, mustached, purple eyes, black jacket, purple shirt that shows his bellybutton, tall black top hat with a skull and the crossbones up front and the purple thin feather on top, cane
Don't you disrespect me, little man! Don't you derogate, or deride! / You're in my world now, not your world, and I've got friends on the other side.. LIKES: Solving mysteries, finding out secrets, sex, having secrets, deals, making deals, card games, men, women, animals, monsters, things that move, the letter s, the old south.
DISLIKES: Other peoples secrets, people who break deals, dishonesty, cheaters, bad sex, prudes.
NEGATIVE TRAITS: Evil, greedy, Mysterious, Lacks morals, Old, scheming, conniving, lecherous, somewhat sexist.
POSITIVE TRAITS: Mysterious, Smooth talker, Charismatic, cunning,seductive, lacks morals, honest, keeps his promises, is the perfect southern gentleman, none violent.
EXTRAS:Has the habit of calling younger males "Boy" or "Son". Women are to be treated with respect, so long as there in their place y'a hea'r? Speaks in a Cajun accent. Wont strike a woman unless they strike him first, and even then it had better be one hell of a slap.
That's an echo, gentlemen. Just a little somethin' we have here in Louisiana. Little "parlor trick," don't worry. WEAPONS:N/A
ZANPAKUTO:name: Malvado Nigromancia (Wicked Black magic/Voodoo)
sealed form: Usually concealed in the ornate black cane he carries, when released from that state it looks like a machete around two and a half feet in total length. A thing tassel hangs off the back attached to which is a feather of an unknown bird.
RESURRECCION:release command: The Devil tips his hat to me!
description: The Baron resembles a grotesque caricature of a Victorian gentleman. A rotund figure, he has sickly gray skin and is dressed in a large coat and top hat, with an enormous grin that remains fixed even when he is speaking and even eating in this form, and his eyes permanently hidden behind a pair of pince-nez spectacles and two demon like horns protrude from his skull under his hat. Along with this he no longer has a single shadow, instead ten radiate around him even if no shadow's would normally be cast. Also note that his body is rather rubbery in this, his true form, and that it causes him to almost bounce around as he walk. (No he is not made of rubber or anything like that, just just kinda bouncy and round like a ball.)
type: Voodoo
stat upgrades: .
techniques: SEI + 2 REI + 2 HOH +2 BUK + 2
For: Resurreccion Name: Ombre Jouer (Shadow Play) Type: Passive Cooldown: N/A Cost: Not very Taxing Range: Self Description: La Croix has the unique ability to effect and interact the shadows of other individuals. He can strike, grapple and bite them as if they where made of literal flesh. Any damage he inflicts on the shadow is in turn inflicted on the being to which the shadow belongs.
For: Resurreccion Name: Voodoo Type: Offensive Cooldown: Lasts four posts with a four post cooldown ( The consumption continues to take place even if the skill deactivates after contact) Cost: Mildly Taxing Range: Melee to Mid range Description:
His ten shadows Surge out around him, creating a halo of shadow about him for 30 feet. Each shadow is looking to latch onto anyone elses shadow. If they do this the person in question slowly begins to loose the ability to move their body as their shadow is slowly devoured starting at the legs and working its way up. Every other post after the one in first in which this ability hits(I.E Anyone who gets with in 30 feet) the target looses control of one of their limbs, starting with the legs and fallowed by the arms. After that they remain unable to control their limbs tell their shadow returns, which takes one post after complete control.
For: Resurreccion Name: Magie Noire (Black Magic) Type: Offensive Cooldown: 3 post duration 3 post cooldown Cost: Mildly to Highly Taxing Range: Melee to Mid Range Description:
The shadows around him act according his own sadistic will and lash out at targets around him with a flurry of fists, feet and teeth. This shadows can all target one individual together or ten individually. These shadows may choose to strike at a individuals shadow or their physical form (Though striking a shadow that in the process of being consumed or is already wholly consumed is not possible). If the shadow body is struck the physical body takes damage and pain according to the strength of the blow. (Functions off of the users Seijuu stat if it targets shadow bodies, functions off the users Hakuda if it strikes the physical body).
Name: Frappez Aveugles (Strike Blind) Cost:Not very taxing Range: long Description: This cero takes little to no time to construct and fire(Less then that of a bala) the trade off being its complete lack of destructive power(Inflicts no actual damage). When this cero strikes an enemy the energy clings to them and causes them to become completely blind for 2 posts. Pale yellow in color.
SEGUNDA ETAPA:
note that you cannot start off with segunda etapa. It can be learned once the character reaches MT-2.
description: explain how the appearance of your character changes during segunda and their basic ability. It should build upon the appearance in resurreccion.
type: either list an element, or something else that clearly represents the abilities this character will gain in segunda etapa. Be aware that abilities do not stack (except stat changes), so all resurreccion techniques are replaced with the segunda etapa techniques upon release.
stat upgrades: which stats increase in res and by how much? Only fill this out after you have been given your class/level.
techniques: may have 4 to start. Register these through creation before adding them to your application.
Fun fact about voodoo, Larry: can't conjure a thing for myself. HISTORY:
Living is hard, that much at least is certain. Life ends in death, that to is for sure... But everything else? Well thats up in the air, thats whats uncertain, and thats whats missing from La Croix's memory. Well most of it at least, every now and then he sees a flash of a face or a remnant of a memory supposedly long forgotten. But these are fleeting images at best, and the Baron does not overly concern him self with them. The past is the past after all, and one can not be expected to remember every little detail that occurred over thousands of years of existence.
But not so clouded is his time among the hallows. Ohh no. Every detail of that existence is clearly etched into his mind. From the mindless hunger and need to consume, to the endless wondering. But soon a light came, and with that light a shadow, and with that shadow a purpose higher then simply devouring for the sake of sating his hunger, now he knew... He knew he must eat to truly live again, and so he did.
He devoured hallow after hallow, shinigami after shinigami and soon enough he started to evolve, piece by piece, inch by inch the changes over took him. It was glorious, this new found power... But he wanted... No he needed more. But how? How could he come by the power he wished? Well it came rather sudden, one dark and lonely night... When he was attacked out of the blue by something that sought to devour him in the same way he had devoured so many others.
It had him, about to snuff out his chance to advance to a higher level and with that his life, he made a gambit... A gambit that would ether save him, or destroy him, or maybe both in equal measures. The Baron snapped his mask, and unleashed the power contained there in. When he next awoke, his attacker was no more, and he was nothing like he used to be. More human now, less demon. His power was for the first time given physical form.
It was odd at first, but he quickly grew used to it and relished in his new found freedom and power. Over the years he gained in strength, by feeding, growing and living his life in what ever way he saw fit and soon enough, after what could have been centuries of wondering, he found his way to the Espada and pledged his loyalty to the queen of his new found people... The coming years where sure to be interesting, or so he hopped.
RP SAMPLE:
War...War never changed, it was a bloody violent waltz that was danced to music made of men’s last dying breath and the pounding of gun fire, as it was played to a tempo made by the clashing of swords. Why? Why must people fight over petty differences? Why must we be forced to weep for loved ones lost in battle? Those tears alone could fill the oceans of the world twice over...No war never changed, but the people who fought it did. Entire generations had been lost to these bloody conflicts, entire generations will be lost in the future......War never changed, and nether did the sorrow it brought. Humanity it seemed was an idiotic race, most creatures avoided those things that brought them sadness and pain, not us....Never us. Humanity seemed to seek out hardship, why else would we wage war over something as insignificant as land? Or age old disputes? It was sickening.
Why then was he there? Why had he forsaken everything he had been taught? What had happened to his lofty ideals? Why was he making war instead of love? Hell Bronze had been dreaming of nothing else for the past few weeks, ever since he had been woken, rather rudely from his bed and told to report. Well that was the day he had be told about this rather spontaneous war, it was also the day he was told that his "Unique talents where needed". Those words had spelled the doom of his ideals...And he couldn't do anything but let them die. He had made a weapon....A weapon that he hated, but he had made it none the less.
So he stood on the deck of this weapon he had helped create, it was a master piece of alchemical and mechanical design, though this may or may not have made it the most obvious ship in the entire fleet. Its deck was just over a seventy paces long and 20 wide, it was constructed of light weight yet strong reflective metal alloys and was manned by a crew of forty men. Everything about it seemed stock standard other then the banks of high intensity spotlights arranged in columns and pyramids so that there where always at least ten of them within five feet of another, these light banks where found on every side of the ship.
The battle had been joined some minutes before and still bronze stood motionless at the prow of his ship and looked out at the incoming ships. He knew each of these lights inside and out, each had four thousand candle watts of power behind them that meant there effective range was just over half a mile, that also meant the destructive force behind each of these seemingly out of place spotlights was equivalent to eight hundred grams of high explosive, more than enough to blow a good sized hole in any of the oncoming ships.
Was he going to do it? Was he going to take a life with his talent? His gift? He already knew the answer...He was here it was kill or be killed...."Put us just ahead of our kings.... Yacht.. and ready the forward lights" His ship began to move ahead and positioned its self in front of Wolfys royal ship. The forward lights came on and Bronze took his place in the center of that particular cluster of lights."Take aim!!!" the men handling the light's targeted random members of the enemy's ragtag fleet....He readied his alchemy his alchemy...The transmutation circles on his wrists started to glow and he could see in his mind’s eye the gathering of energy in front of each of the lights..."Fire..." his last word came out as nothing more then a whisper, for it wasn't the soldiers that pulled that trigger...Ohh no...Not a second after that he finished the transmutation and death that traveled at the speed of light struck at the enemy fleet, and nothing would implicate his ship...Other then the odd winking of his lights.
The effect was the nearest thing to instantaneous you could find with in the laws of physics. Eight of the shots struck home on some of the small boats, and a split second later their was nothing left but debris and a fine mist. The other two shots had gone wide striking with explosive force next to their intended targets. For the briefest of second's the ocean seemed to boil and steam erupted from the surface of the water.
It was sad really, how easy it had been to turn his talent into a weapon...How easy it was to corrupt something that was meant to bring joy and happiness to people...Tears came to his eyes then as he imagined the people he had just killed...The lives he had just taken. “Aim!!!" He would do what he needed just then....And he would deal with the consequences after words...."Fire..."
"Fire.." What a simple word, yet it held so many meanings and most you never really had to think about. But in that moment Bronze forgot everyone of them...Everyone but one. "Fire" Was an order given to soldiers that brought death and destruction and then and only then did it sink in, he was in fact a soldier, trained to kill. What ever delusions he may have had vanished as he said that one simple word and he took humans lives knowingly for the second time. He watched with a dead eyed stare as more helpless men lost their lives, as more fathers and mothers lost their sons and daughters. He watched the horror he had created, that others like him had created and he could feel his soul grow heavy with the burden of sin. What gave him the right to take some ones life? The orders of a mad king? No his words meant nothing to the higher order of things, for he was but a king of men and had no right to order these meaningless deaths, his soul was stained now, but Wolfgang's was as black as the void of space.
Still he had given his word to that devil of a man, and his word was a bond that could never be broken. So with a heavy heart he continued his alchemical assault and soon enough he lost track of how many lives he may have taken. Suddenly though his part in the battle was cut short. The lights about him where suddenly...Just not there, or at least not recognizable as what they once where. Thankfully his body reacted even as his mind was reeling from the sudden riot of noise and he dove to the deck, and not a second to late, the place directly behind where he had been standing was nothing more then a large raged hole. He started to move then, low to the deck and he watched as the men under his command where ether gunned down or had the same luck as he him self had. Then, suddenly all hell broke loose and it was as if the sky its self was coming down on them. In fact he wasn't entirely sure it WASN'T the sky laying waste to both his men and his ship. The sound of the cannon fire hitting the Prism's hull was akin to the sound of thunder, and the smell of ozone left in the air made Bronze think of a thunder storm...
But n o thunderstorm ate into ships in the same manner as concentrated fire, and to soon the Prism would be nothing but a reef on the bottom of the ocean floor. He was almost glad about that, but for now he had other things to think about and consider like how the hell he was going to get himself and those few others who remained alive. He had to get to the life boats..And he had to do it fast!! "Stay low and move to the life boats!! We are getting the hell out of here!!" So he couldn't stop the bullets....But he could make it nearly impossible for them to get anything resembling a clear shot. So while laying low on the deck, he wove his alchemy and suddenly a wall of pulsing, bright incandescent light sprang up between the Prism and the hail of bullets that fallowed the ships every twitch and move.
He stood slowly then, staying hunched to minimize the target he made as he hurried to the back of the ship, the cannons still pounding away and shaking the ship for all it was worth. Finally he made it and jumped into the nearest undamaged life boat with the ten other men that had managed to make it. As soon as he was in they began to lower it to the water and with the cover of his alchemical lights and the rising steam and smoke coming from his mangled ship Bronze and his remain crew made there way from the battle and back towards what remained of their fleet. As he looked back some minutes later he saw the Prism go up in smoke and flame....But he knew he would see her again...
CLASS/LEVEL:
Advanced-0
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STATS:
Statistics Class/level: HAN: 14 REI:16 HAK:12 SEI: 18 BUK: 14 HOH: 16 Points Earned: 0 Total points: 90
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Post by Pheonix on Oct 31, 2013 16:49:29 GMT -5
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