Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2014 23:40:09 GMT -5
Ryner; Nox; Human
Name: Nox Ryner
Nickname: Nox
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Weapon
Position: Student
Class: One Star
Partner: No partner as of now
A Strong Body
Picture:
Appearance: Nox is a lean young man standing at a height of 5'11. He has a nice, fare complexion that most people would typically say is a bit on the pale side of the skin color spectrum with long white hair that reaches down past his eyes and around his neck.
On his face is a single tattoo beneath his left eye. Both eyes are a hue of light gray border lining blue at times. He typically wears loose fitting clothes, scarfs and casual clothing such as t shirts, cardigans and jackets with fitting jeans and sneakers.
Height: Nox is 5'11.
Weight: Nox weighs 130 lbs.
Fighting Style: Nox is a typically straight forward fighting; opting that the best defense is an overwhelming offense. That being said he will typically fight with anything in his posession if conflict arises, never hesitating to adopt his partial form if need be. His attacks are typically fast and fluid; lacking in any kind of strength unless using a weapon/partial form.
Personality: Nox appears friendly on the outside to most people that he meets, though internally he's a very calculating individual. He's a very intelligent and motivated person; always setting his goals high while trying to be the best possible weapon he can be despite his luck (or lack of) with meisters. He is very outgoing and is almost always out and about if not in class.
To those he considers (true) friends Nox is a very good person. He is willing to put himself in front of danger to save their lives and even walk on deaths doorstep if it means saving their life. The problems with this of course is he tends to invade peoples personal space often, almost obliviously, which tends to annoy certain individuals who value personal space.
To those he considers enemies is where Nox's bad side comes out. If anyone threatens him or his friends it won't be something easily hidden. His friendly persona goes entirely out the window to be replaced with a serious stone cold nature that has no qualms with delivering the killing blow if need be.
Inside the Soul
Weapon form:
The shaft of the scythe reaches a length of 170 cms (67 inches). The blade stretches down from the top of the shaft at a length of 90 cms (35 inches). The blade of the scythe is razor sharp with jagged spikes sticking out to create a type of serrated edge that rips more than it does cut. The entire weapon is metallic in nature and is adorned with eyes near the top of the weapon; the eyes moving/reflecting the emotions Nox feels while in weapon form.
Partial Form: Nox adopts his serrated scythe blade into his right leg in his partial form. The blade is extended from his right leg at the thigh downwards with the tip ending exactly where his foot does. As of right now this is the most he can do in his partial form, though the long serrated scythe is still a dangerous weapon with the use of kicks.
Resonances: No partner right now, no resonances yet.
Out of your Mind
Strengths:
Intelligent
Combat Skills (Hand to hand combat)
Agile
Weaknesses:
Strategically Inept
Physically Weak
Poor sight (left eye)
Hobbies:Nox loves to sight see, go for walks, listen to music and cook. Though one wouldn't typically call it a hobby he also loves to go out of his way to talk to people whether he knows them or not if he sees the opportunity.
Likes:
Sweets
Cigarettes
Combat
Nature
Music
Dislikes:
Insects
Abuse (Physical or emotional)
Lies
Being Alone
Aspirations: Nox's goal is set incredibly high even though he's just a one star: He aims to become a Death Scythe no matter what. Even if he tells himself he might have to do it alone. Besides the obvious, he also aspires to improve his partial form and hobbies such as cooking.
History: Nox was born to a young couple; a weapon and meister who had fallen in love and (accidentally) had a son. In their panic at the event he was abandoned rather quickly by them and left in the care of an old widow who was living out the last of her days in Death city. He never learned much about his parents and the old widow knew just as much about them.
The first few years of his life were relatively normal for a human. The old widow took care of the child like her own, unable to abandon the child like its parents had done. However neither of them knew that he had the potential of his father as a human weapon. He lived his childhood carefree, though got in small fights with other children every now and then which resulted in partial blindness in his left eye in a particularly bad fight with an older child.
It was at the age of nine when Nox started to show signs of his heritage and the reality of what he really was. The old widow was shocked and speechless at his first partial transformation. Luckily it had been in the safety of their home and it was something she kept hidden from other people and told him to do the same for now, She didn't want him to live a dangerous life or be used as a tool and tried everything in her power to prevent the ability from being noticed.. but his interest and curiosity was not easily hidden.
It had been a little under a year since he discovered his potential and he frequently tried to bring out the weapon inside of him. He could only ever manage to form something from his right leg; over time he steadily brought more and more of it out. One day during one of the rare fights with another child there was an incident where he unconsciously brought out his partial form and almost struck the other child down. Before any real damage could be done however he was stopped by a Meister who was passing by and scolded rather aggressively. Once the Meister saw the confusion on Nox's face however he realized how little the child knew about what he was doing or how he worked and that was the start of a friendship that lasted a number of years.
The meister taught him what he was and the basics of how to defend himself but also confronted Nox with a serious decision that he had to make.. he had to join the academy as a student for the good of not just Death City but the world itself (or so he was told). Though the man didn't know it he had fueled Nox's curiosity and ambitions and gave him a rather high goal to achieve and soon after the Meister stopped teaching him he immediately ran off to enroll at the academy despite the old widows wishes. She knew she could not stop the young ambitious boy however and let him enroll so that he could achieve his goals and be happy.
It did not take long for Nox to reach the rank of One Star with all of the hard work he put into his studies and practices. However he never seemed to create a real bond with any Meisters at the academy during his ascent and constantly got on the nerves of classmates with his forward, space invading approach. Despite his issue with finding a Meister he is constantly moving forward in an attempt to reach higher ranks 'for the good of the world' and to fulfill his own goals; never missing any classes and spending almost all of his time devoted to studying or combat practice while practicing cooking in his spare time.
Extra Notes: N/A
Behind the strings
Alias: Seth, Skippy.
Other characters: None
Face Claim: Byakuran (Hitman REBORN)
RP Sample:
Nox sat on the bed of his apartment dripping with sweat. He had been there for quite some time with a determined look on his face as he glared at the ground and tried to collect and rearrange the thoughts that were racing a mile a minute through his head. "I can do it, come on.. Just a little more.." He reassured himself as he began to once again attempt a more elaborate partial transformation.
His legs were kicked up onto a chair and there was a noticeable strain on his body as he was collecting the power he felt within himself to manifest into the scythe that his weapon form was. There was a moment before anything happened, but suddenly a long black metallic blade erupted from his right thigh and slowly grew and stretched downwards to almost meet with the toes on his foot. The long serrated blade shined brightly as the moonlight entered from his window and basked him in it. Sweat ran down his face and dripped from his chin; he had been trying now for several hours to get more than just this to happen. He began to get angry and irritated. He was so tired that the transformation time was even slowing down; he stubbornly wanted to keep at it but knew he was at his limit. With a sigh he returned back to his complete human form and fell back on his bed.
There was a moment of silence as Nox stared at the ceiling before he suddenly shot back up and clapped his hands together with new found confidence. "I'll just get a shower, get dressed, maybe go for a walk then try again! I know I'll get it soon." He reassured himself once again as he stood up from his bed and walked to his shower. He turned it on, undressed and jumped in to the refreshing cold water. It was soothing and he could feel the stress and fatigue wash away as he cleaned the sweat from his body. He turned the knob the opposite way once he was finished and grabbed a towel from the door to dry himself off. Once dressed he took a deep breath and exited his apartment for his nightly walk.
Nox walked down the cobbled street with no real destination in mind. He winded right, then left then right again through the maze-like streets that covered Death City. Looking up at the night sky with an apathetic expression he began to become lost in his thoughts about his classes and abilities as a weapon. If he had to admit on thing he hated about himself it was his strength. He had confidence in his abilities but he knew he could be so much more than he was now. Maybe if he had a meister, maybe if he went on harder missions.. he decided it was too late to think about those things though and began to return to his apartment.
