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Drake; Alistar;Human
Name: Alistair Drake
Nickname: Al
Age:18
Gender: Male
Race: Weapon
Position: Student
Class: One Star
Partner: No one yet
A Strong Body
Picture:
Appearance: Alistair Is an intimidating fellow. He stands at 6'3" and always has a grin on his face. He has Red hair and a loves the color red. And one point in his life, he received a laceration around his throat and had it promptly stitched up. He smokes on occasion, tries not to make a habit of it. His eyes are red. He carries himself with confidence, but can be seen acting and looking very timid around the opposite gender, despite his usual confidence. He likes looking dressy, Red vest and slacks are the norm for him. |He wears a couple braceltes and an earing, but thats about all in regards to accessories.
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 165 lbs.
Fighting Style: Alistair is a rather skilled fighter and Strategist. he knows his weaknesses in battle and tries his best to compensate for them. He has an adequate grasp on strikeing and defense tactics. he does have a tendency to charge in head first, just to get a grasp on his opponents capablilities. once he knows his opponents strenghts and range, he will employ a hit and run tactic as best he can. If that doesn't work, he'll do his best to formulate a new strategy whil holding off his opponent with his shield defense.
Personality: Alistair is a fun loving guy, who despite his outward appearance, is actually a big softy. he carries himself with confidence unless he's around a cute girl, at whichj point he turns into a blubbering numbskull. His ability to keep a cool head in the heat of battle or conflict is actually rather good. However, his temper can get the better of him outside of battle. He's used to being judged and will jump to conclusions often without all the information.
Inside the Soul
Weapon form: Alistair transforms into a Sheld. He is usually used as a blunt object in battle, but Is also a sturdy and reliable form of protection. He is Red and has a His familty crest on him. The crest is pure steel and the shioel is made of wood with Iron edges.
Partial Form: he turns his right arm into a shield and can use it to defend from attacks or simply bludgeon his opponents.
Abilities:Alistair's special ability is Iron Will. He 's able to beef up his defences in order to block a strong attack. And although it blocks the attack, His stamina and defense capabilties drop if used. So it must be used with caution.
Out of your Mind
Strengths: Keeps calm in the heat of battle, he's a good Strategist and Isn't one to give up if a plan fails
Weaknesses: Sometimes he doenst know when to be serious, the sight of blood can cause him to lose reason at times and sometimes his search for romance can cloud his judgement
Hobbies: Play and write music and search for his true love
Likes: Music, Romance, The color red and Singing
Dislikes: Witches, Blood, Bad Musicians, Betrayal in love
Aspirations:He wants to kill the Witch who killed his friends
History: Alistair was born into a family of musicians. His father was a cello player and his mother the violin. His Parents were known as the Musical Meisters. Alistair's parents were never really there for him as they were always busy in some capacity. So when his parents were sent away on assignment, he was simply left alon at the age of 6. he was kidnapped by a witch who promised love and care. What he had always looked for in an adult. But the witch had other plans. he joined what seemed to be an orphanage where many children were used as tools for the witch's bidding. he befriended the children there. A the age of 14, he and the other children made a plan to escape. the witch caught wind of this and decided to teach them a lesson. As all the children stormed the front gate, the witch slaughtered each one. It was in this moment that Alistair learned he was a weapon. He transofrmed his arm into a shield as he barreld through the gate. The blood of his friends spattering the front of the shield. he had escaped, but vowed vengenace upon the witch for his fallen friends. He developed a fear of blood afte rthe event, and he feels th red on his shield is the blood of his friends. he carries their dreams, their desires and their burdens.
Extra Notes: Not that I can think of
Behind the strings
Alias: Nathaniel
Other characters: None
RP Sample:Please write at least a three paragraph sample of your character.
"Damn...Not again...."
Alistair was locked in battle with a Kishin Egg. He didnt care what it's name was or why it even existed, he only cared about it's destruction. Unfortunatley, Alistair was struck in the battle leaving a slashing wound down his right arm. He could feel himself losing grip on the situation as his primal insticts were taking over after the sight of blood.
""Come at me!" he yelled at the Kishin egg.
The Beast Charged at Alistair, hands raised to bring a crushing blow on top of him. Alistair instictively raised his now right arm and transformed it into a shield, then brought his fist into the gut of the creature. The Kishin egg doubled over in pain and glared at Alistair. At this point, Alistair had already brought his leg up and was bringing it down smashing the Creature into the ground. Alistair let up and began blinking rapidly as if he was possesed.
"What am I doing? Wait...I'm fighting? Oh no...I did it again didnt I? Gotta get my head straight."
The Kishin egg had recovered and was once again charging. With a quick shake of his head and some deep concentration, Alistair had pulled himself out of his blood frenzy. It was however a tad late to mount a counter attack as he raised his shiled arm once more. The Kishin Egg slammed into it forceing Alistair to fly back and skid across the ground.
"This things strong....I only got one chance at this."
The Kishin egg sttod above Alistair, grossly deformed arms tipped with dagger like nails hovering over Alistair as it brought it's hands down. In that moment, Alistair brought his shield up.
"Iron Will!" he shouted.
The Shield solidified into what looked like solid metal for an instant as the Kishin Egg's nails broke off on impact leaving it wailing in pain. Battered and tired form having to use his signature ability, he knew this was his one chance. He picked up speed and charged the Kishin Egg, Shield raised and slammed into it's skull. Alistair could hear the crack as it flew back and smashed into a tree. Alistair lowered his shield and watched as the Kishin Egg became nothing more than a corrupted soul.
Alistair was sweaty and out of breath as he walked over to the soul.
*huff* *huff* "I'll take that...." he said extending his arm and grabbing hold of the soul.
With this, Alistair collapsed, clearly wiped out from the battle. But he could rest easy, as he knew he won the battle. "Thats one step closer," he thoght as he dozed off. "One step closer to finding her....."
Name: Alistair Drake
Nickname: Al
Age:18
Gender: Male
Race: Weapon
Position: Student
Class: One Star
Partner: No one yet
A Strong Body
Picture:
Appearance: Alistair Is an intimidating fellow. He stands at 6'3" and always has a grin on his face. He has Red hair and a loves the color red. And one point in his life, he received a laceration around his throat and had it promptly stitched up. He smokes on occasion, tries not to make a habit of it. His eyes are red. He carries himself with confidence, but can be seen acting and looking very timid around the opposite gender, despite his usual confidence. He likes looking dressy, Red vest and slacks are the norm for him. |He wears a couple braceltes and an earing, but thats about all in regards to accessories.
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 165 lbs.
Fighting Style: Alistair is a rather skilled fighter and Strategist. he knows his weaknesses in battle and tries his best to compensate for them. He has an adequate grasp on strikeing and defense tactics. he does have a tendency to charge in head first, just to get a grasp on his opponents capablilities. once he knows his opponents strenghts and range, he will employ a hit and run tactic as best he can. If that doesn't work, he'll do his best to formulate a new strategy whil holding off his opponent with his shield defense.
Personality: Alistair is a fun loving guy, who despite his outward appearance, is actually a big softy. he carries himself with confidence unless he's around a cute girl, at whichj point he turns into a blubbering numbskull. His ability to keep a cool head in the heat of battle or conflict is actually rather good. However, his temper can get the better of him outside of battle. He's used to being judged and will jump to conclusions often without all the information.
Inside the Soul
Weapon form: Alistair transforms into a Sheld. He is usually used as a blunt object in battle, but Is also a sturdy and reliable form of protection. He is Red and has a His familty crest on him. The crest is pure steel and the shioel is made of wood with Iron edges.
Partial Form: he turns his right arm into a shield and can use it to defend from attacks or simply bludgeon his opponents.
Abilities:Alistair's special ability is Iron Will. He 's able to beef up his defences in order to block a strong attack. And although it blocks the attack, His stamina and defense capabilties drop if used. So it must be used with caution.
Out of your Mind
Strengths: Keeps calm in the heat of battle, he's a good Strategist and Isn't one to give up if a plan fails
Weaknesses: Sometimes he doenst know when to be serious, the sight of blood can cause him to lose reason at times and sometimes his search for romance can cloud his judgement
Hobbies: Play and write music and search for his true love
Likes: Music, Romance, The color red and Singing
Dislikes: Witches, Blood, Bad Musicians, Betrayal in love
Aspirations:He wants to kill the Witch who killed his friends
History: Alistair was born into a family of musicians. His father was a cello player and his mother the violin. His Parents were known as the Musical Meisters. Alistair's parents were never really there for him as they were always busy in some capacity. So when his parents were sent away on assignment, he was simply left alon at the age of 6. he was kidnapped by a witch who promised love and care. What he had always looked for in an adult. But the witch had other plans. he joined what seemed to be an orphanage where many children were used as tools for the witch's bidding. he befriended the children there. A the age of 14, he and the other children made a plan to escape. the witch caught wind of this and decided to teach them a lesson. As all the children stormed the front gate, the witch slaughtered each one. It was in this moment that Alistair learned he was a weapon. He transofrmed his arm into a shield as he barreld through the gate. The blood of his friends spattering the front of the shield. he had escaped, but vowed vengenace upon the witch for his fallen friends. He developed a fear of blood afte rthe event, and he feels th red on his shield is the blood of his friends. he carries their dreams, their desires and their burdens.
Extra Notes: Not that I can think of
Behind the strings
Alias: Nathaniel
Other characters: None
RP Sample:Please write at least a three paragraph sample of your character.
"Damn...Not again...."
Alistair was locked in battle with a Kishin Egg. He didnt care what it's name was or why it even existed, he only cared about it's destruction. Unfortunatley, Alistair was struck in the battle leaving a slashing wound down his right arm. He could feel himself losing grip on the situation as his primal insticts were taking over after the sight of blood.
""Come at me!" he yelled at the Kishin egg.
The Beast Charged at Alistair, hands raised to bring a crushing blow on top of him. Alistair instictively raised his now right arm and transformed it into a shield, then brought his fist into the gut of the creature. The Kishin egg doubled over in pain and glared at Alistair. At this point, Alistair had already brought his leg up and was bringing it down smashing the Creature into the ground. Alistair let up and began blinking rapidly as if he was possesed.
"What am I doing? Wait...I'm fighting? Oh no...I did it again didnt I? Gotta get my head straight."
The Kishin egg had recovered and was once again charging. With a quick shake of his head and some deep concentration, Alistair had pulled himself out of his blood frenzy. It was however a tad late to mount a counter attack as he raised his shiled arm once more. The Kishin Egg slammed into it forceing Alistair to fly back and skid across the ground.
"This things strong....I only got one chance at this."
The Kishin egg sttod above Alistair, grossly deformed arms tipped with dagger like nails hovering over Alistair as it brought it's hands down. In that moment, Alistair brought his shield up.
"Iron Will!" he shouted.
The Shield solidified into what looked like solid metal for an instant as the Kishin Egg's nails broke off on impact leaving it wailing in pain. Battered and tired form having to use his signature ability, he knew this was his one chance. He picked up speed and charged the Kishin Egg, Shield raised and slammed into it's skull. Alistair could hear the crack as it flew back and smashed into a tree. Alistair lowered his shield and watched as the Kishin Egg became nothing more than a corrupted soul.
Alistair was sweaty and out of breath as he walked over to the soul.
*huff* *huff* "I'll take that...." he said extending his arm and grabbing hold of the soul.
With this, Alistair collapsed, clearly wiped out from the battle. But he could rest easy, as he knew he won the battle. "Thats one step closer," he thoght as he dozed off. "One step closer to finding her....."