Rockford Alexander Sun (Meister Student) Jun 28, 2015 10:45:39 GMT -5
Post by cynicalbiscuit on Jun 28, 2015 10:45:39 GMT -5
Sun; Rockford Alexander; Meister
Name: Rockford Alexander Sun
Nickname: Rock (to friends), Rock☆Star (Stage Name)
Class: One Star
A Strong Body
Appearance: Rock has a body befitting of his name, and isn't ashamed of it in the slightest. He is a few inches above average for a human male, in height, with a light skin tone, naturally silver eyes, and vibrantly purple hair which flows down roughly half-way down his back, and curls upwards at random points. His canines are very pronounced and he has a strong, though pointed jaw and chin. His musculature is a key point for him, he's quite proud of his muscles and abs, making it a point fashion-wise to express them fully.
He doesn't have any prominant scars, although he has two tattoos, one on the back of either hand. On his right is a tribal scorpion design (claws towards his fingers) with some flourishes underneath it (closer to the wrist). A tribal ring around his pinky finger is part of the same tattoo. On his left hand is a tribal serpentine dragon which wraps around the wrist and then goes up a small ways fading into a tribal fire design about half-way up the forearm.
All around, Rockford has the stock look of a punk. Wearing a black t-shirt, which is torn on the sleeves and collar, and barely stitched so that is doesn't rip further, he reveals his chest and biceps a bit more, despite the shirt itself already being a size or two too small for him. This is paired with a pair of black jeans, held up by a belt, studded with an eagle-wing buckle, and combat boots.
This outfit comes with a little bit of color, noteably the 100% real leopard pelt vest which is too small to be closed, so it's worn wide open, not even reaching his bottom ab in length. He wears a good many pieces of non-jeweled jewelry, including 3 rings on each hand, two black and one silver each, four earrings on each ear, two studs in the lobe and two clips in the cartiledge each, and a silver cross on a chain necklace, worn ironically of course. The last detail to his outfit would be the 5 arm bands he wears, three on his right arm (black wrist band, silver chain, and arm band just before the crook of his arm), and two on his left (two black wrist bands crossing).
Height: 5ft 11in
Weight: 170 lbs
Fighting Style: Asides a weapon partner, his preferred weapon is, predictably, razor blades. They are the edgiest weapon after all. He uses 2 kinds of razors the first of which is single edge razors, which he tends to clench in the gaps between his fingers to augment his punching, and the second of which is straight razors, which he has two of at all times and uses as slashing implements. He's actually very proficient in the use of these razors, pulling them from seemingly nowhere in order to utilize them. Formally, he doesn't fight as if he has training, though he's actually quite strong and skilled nonetheless, able to keep up with a meister in combat without a weapon partner, up until they unleash soul resonance.
His style of combat tends to shift depending on his weapon partner, whether or not he has an ally, whether or not he's outnumbered, things like that. It's rather impossible to delve into every nook and cranny of how a brawler might fight in every given situation, especially with the innumerable count of weapon options he has at his fingertips. This section will be filled in more when he actually has a partner to work with.
Personality: Rock is a rude, narcissistic man who believes himself to be not untouchable, but simply superior to other people in many respects. His primary front is that he thinks himself to be 'the king of edge', having an obscene obsession with living life on the edge and cheating death over and over again. Even when he gets injured, so long as he survives, he gets a sick sense of pleasure. It is not uncommon for him to even become momentarily incapacitated simply by how edgy an event or thing is, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, and he extremities curling, slightly drooling. He refers to this sensation he feels as an 'edgegasm' which nicely sums up his response.
The musician, he is indeed one of those, despite how often he walks the razor's edge, is always thinking of the fans. He doesn't like the idea of going down in an uninteresting way which won't immortalize him. Boring risks like running into an active war zone doesn't suit his fancy, he does want to die from his own recklessness, but not if it won't spread him as a legend world-wide. Because he's so outrageously difficult to work with in a team, people often try and set guidelines for what they need him to do, and let him do it his own way, since he's just going to do it like that anyways.
Because everything is 'edge' to him, he doesn't particularly care for dull moments. During important meetings, he has a flair for asking stupid or seemingly irrelevant questions. Rock basically can't sit still, without shaking things up. Obviously, thanks to his blatant egotism, and borderline psychopathy, he doesn't mesh well with the normal man. His logic is pretty skewed in that because he is the best, and he is the edgiest, then edgier is better. People who think about safety directly bore him to tears. Furthermore, he doesn't read any books by authors who's names don't denote superiority, and he actively listens to nobody's music but his own.
As far as body art goes, his tattoos mean absolutely nothing to him, they are there for pure edge-factor. A conversation about them usually entails him explaining how he forged his parents' signatures to get them, because he didn't feel that people would think he was edgy without them. His entire reason for being a meister is basically a giant publicity stunt! He seeks compatriots in the way of being edgy as heck, and despite not having a weapon partner, he's shown that his edge isn't all bark and no bite. If there's one thing people can trust him to do in his line of work, it is that he will take the most direct approach possible, and he never fucks around when does anything. He's reckless, not meandering.
Inside the Soul
A rare event occurs every once in a while where a human is born and simply has a soul that exceeds those of their peers. Almost invariably, people with this level of soul have unwavering resolve and skill. Rockford was born with a Strong Soul, a soul worth 99 Human Souls. The primary effect of having a Strong Soul lies in the sheer power and size of the soul itself. Even those with basic soul perception will see that he is immensely powerful, his soul wavelength seeming on par with a resonating death scythe. That said, this soul wavelength he has denotes that his soul itself is very powerful, a simple Soul Menace attack from him could be lethal. The primary weakness of this ability is that, though his soul is powerful, it is extremely sensitive to other souls, meaning Soul Menace is just as effective a weapon against him as it would be for him. Furthermore, he has extreme issues resonating with people who clash with his personality, to the point of sparks forming between the soul wavelengths should they try. The burden of a soul worth 99 is that it attracts the attention of other souls, whether they be good, evil, friendly, or malicious. So while he'll always be an outstanding character, he is curse to always stand out.
Rock is very sexy. Stupid sexy perhaps. He can use his sex appeal to his advantage without any issues, capable of winking at women to attain favors.
Rock has lung capacity that far exceeds normal human beings. Even those who have trained all their life pale in comparison to his own. With a full breath, he can hold it without need for release for over 30 minutes, even while active. His personal record for holding out his highest, most intense note is 10 minutes straight. Fans of his sometimes attend his live concerts just to see if it's true that he performs his song 'Take Your Breath Away' all on one breath, without breaking a sweat.
Resonances: None As of Yet.
Out of your Mind
- Physically Skilled
- Insane Physical Endurance (Due to Lung Capacity)
- Powerful Soul
- Poor Teamwork
- Weak to Soul Wavelength Attacks
- Poor Strategic Skill
Hobbies: Performing live with his band, 'Neighborhood Supernova Factory'. They are quite famous in the United States and Canada, and he's known throughout all english-speaking countries at least somewhat. He also enjoys getting with and flirting with ladies, smoking, and performing solo for random fans who confront him on the street. Furthermore, he's picked up small hobbies, like taking on dares from his blog 'The Edge', as well as keeping his social media updated.
- His Music
- His Fans
- Novels by Stephen King
- Dull People
- Music that isn't his
- Evil (especially organized evil)
Aspirations: Rock's biggest goal is nothing that one couldn't gather from chatting with him for 30 seconds. He wants to be the edgiest man to ever walk the world, so much so that he actively takes risks that he otherwise shouldn't. His goal in life is to die as an immortal, and forever be carved in the history of the world. More than that though, he wants to taste the world an all it has to offer, which he believes can only be achieved whilst walking the razor's edge. As a meister, his goal is to achieve the status of 3-star, maybe even create a Death Scythe, but he's only doing it for the pure edge-factor.
History: Rockford Alexander Sun was born into a family of particularly normal people, in the northern United States, particularly Wyoming. Growing up, he was raised in a particularly conservative lifestyle, holding Christian beliefs, his father was a businessman, his mother was a stay-at-home wife who kept everything clean, and he had a younger brother, who was just a baby but the favored child for a time. Rock was not a huge fan of this lifestyle. As early as he could, notably during his first years of elementary school, he spent as much time as he could with friends, distancing himself from his relatives. It was during this time that he was developing his narcissism, bolstered by the supportive and fun people he surrounded himself with.
Through early school, he always only spoke about himself rarely deviating. He got poor grades in school and the teachers found him abrasive, while his peers looked at him like some sort of idol. He was always so edgy, always staying up after curfew, playing high-rated video games, and when they played pretend he always came up with cool new ideas for what would be awesome if he did. Sometimes he'd even do it. His personality was magnetic for attention, and soon came the time when he discovered he had some serious talent.
Around age 13, he discovered that he was a talented singer, and he decided that school was for lame schmucks anyways. He blew out the talent show competition, and then gathered a band from some talented friends, starting to play locally. Within a year he struck big as the new, edgy, youthful rock idol, bringing back the rock-and-roll. It was around this time he dawned the stage name 'Rock☆Star', getting the idea when he'd heard of the infamous 'Hoshi' clan. Deeming himself an unofficial member of that clan, he started to attract some bad attention, both from good guys and bad guys.
Life on the edge was sweet, and Rock was freaking edge idol. He began actively seeking out cool and edgy things to do, for publicity. His lifestyle from back when he lived at home was utterly useless in teaching him how to behave when people respect him. For the most part, he's made sure that no matter what happens that he told his fans that he is a terrible influence, usually while laughing. Rock has done many things to spark controversy, and over the past few years, a good many attempts on his life have been made. It eventually reached his mind that he could totally use his connections to get into Shibusen and use the reknown he would gain to further expand his fanbase and edginess. What's more edgy than a brave warrior who's danced on razor's edge time and time again in a fight against evil, coming out on top each and every time?
With this idea in his head, he used his connections and talents to get himself in. While he wasn't raised as a child of the Academy like many of the famous examples throughout history, his powerful soul alone was enough to net him a spot in EAT class. Now the issue primarily lies in that his personality doesn't work to get him a partner. While he could certainly hunt from Shinigami's list on his own, he feels that it would be a waste of time, effort, and perfectly good souls.
Extra Notes: Rock soaks and dyes his hair in grape flavored Kool-aid every few days, both giving it a vividly purple color, and making it taste like grape. He doesn't wash his hair except in between soaks. His hair is naturally bleach-blonde without the Kool-aid.
Behind the strings
Other characters: None Yet
Face Claim: None In Particular
RP Sample: Flipping the straight razor in the mannerism one would flip a knife, he would sit in his chair staring as the assailant would beat down his security team. Rock's eyes were stone cold, their silvery gleam more piercing than the rapier the assailant skewered his bodyguards with. Once the final one was down, the razor-toothed grin would emerge across both Rock's and the assailant's face. "Ah damn, the record label's going to have to pay a good deal of money to cover those injuries you put on my bodyguards," spoke the rock idol, not yet getting up, though sitting front forward, facing the man. "I feel bad for them, I'm not allowed to interfere with any of their fights because of my contract," he'd comment further.
"So, you're Rock☆Star? I imagined someone taking on the name of the 'Hoshi' clan would look a little more intimidating," spoke the assailant pointing the blade close to Rock's neck. Trembling a bit, the idol would lower his head a bit, before his extremities began undergoing immense jactitation. "What's the matter? You scared for your life, rock boy?" the assailant would question. Suddenly his head would snap upwards, eyes rolling back into his head as his mouth went agape, fingers curling visibly, letting out a loud and... disturbing statement, "S--So edgyyyyy~♥!" The assailant was caught by surprise, but after a few seconds, he would reel in the blade, "You're a fucking freak, you know that?"
Taking a lunge forward, the assailant was shocked when the chair spun around a parried his rapier aside. He retaliated quickly, but struck air as the chair was empty once it spun back around. "W-What?" the assailant would utter, before he would feel a cold sensation, eyes widening. Rock had used the chair as a parry and a flourish to distract the foe from his intentions, using it as a springboard to get above the assailant with a backflip and using both of his straight razors to slice his throat, landing on the opposite side. The assailant would make a slight choking noise, but then perished moments later, his body unraveling and his soul revealing itself. Red in color, of course. "Don't weapons eat these things? It seems like a waste..." he would sigh. He then got an idea, grabbing the soul and the water bottle off of his desk.
Moments later he would reveal the result of his brain's function, and he would have, a kishin egg soul in a plastic water bottle! Stepping over the injured bodies of his security detail, he would walk along to his mailbox. Pulling out a sharpy, he wrote on the label of the water bottle, 'To DWMA, from Rock☆Star', and put the bottle in. A satisfied smile on his face he pulled out his cell phone and began to update his blog and social media, texting his record label.