Alistair Brood; Weapon, Student Feb 4, 2016 9:55:54 GMT -5
Post by Alistair Brood on Feb 4, 2016 9:55:54 GMT -5
Name: Alistair Brood
Class: One star
Partner: None Currently
A Strong Body
Appearance: Elias has a rather slender build and stands at a height that is not overly tall, but not particularly short either. He has spiked Brown hair that has a habit of falling over his eyes. His skin is very pale with mainly just the tops of his arms maintaining any sort of tan. His eyes are burgundy and he often stands tilted slightly to his left.
He has a habit of wearing large headphones around his neck in case he ever feels like listening to music, a music player can usually be found around his neck. His usual attire consists of a low-necked shirt and a brown hooded jacket, which is just a little bit too big for him and often slides off his shoulders. He usually wears fairly baggy trousers and black trainers. On hot days he wears a blue cap with white trim, and on cold days he wears a grey beanie with red patterning.
Fighting Style: Elias never received proper training on hand to hand or partial weapon form combat, and so he tends to try and avoid fighting in this manner by talking his way around it. When that doesn't work, well...let's just say he doesn't just wear the trainers for style points...He runs away as quickly as he can, is what I'm trying to say. However, if it absolutely comes down to the point that he needs to fight...no way to escape. He will try his best to conceal himself, and is not against fighting dirty.
Personality: Elias is generally chilled out, relaxed but quite curious about everything, even down to the little things. His attitude is defined by some as downright lazy, but in his opinion there is just no point getting stressed out about anything. He is usually shy when it comes to knew people but becomes a bit more expressive the closer he feels to them. He has a habit of not studying and he gets distracted very easily.
Elias is also very accepting of others, whether it be there opinions of him or otherwise. He always tries to look at things from the angle of other people, and as a result of this he very rarely gets his own point across. He tries to stay very laid back and is quite difficult to annoy, the only real time he loses his temper is when he has been woken up early, which puts him in a very irritable mood.
He thinks of himself as a connoisseur of sugary treats and always has a stash of them around, which he often uses to calm panicked people. As he hates it when he sees that others are stressed out. He usually resolves conflict with humour, or when that fails, baked goods. He enjoys having a good laugh and is a firm believer in the magic of hugs. However, when it comes to his friends being threatened…injured…or otherwise endangered with no means of immediate escape, most of these traits are cast aside…His protective instincts go into overdrive. He will make sure to put themselves before him to make sure they make it out alive. No matter how far he has to go or how hurt he needs to get.
When on a mission he just enjoys having a chat whilst keeping one eye on the lookout for anything. Most likely staying in weapon form to remain incognito. If his friends ever come under threat, his first response would be retreating. Knowing full well he can't take on an enemy alone.
Inside the Soul
Weapon form: An Umbrella gun, basically an Umbrella that shoots compressed Soul wavelengths out of the point on the top. This Umbrella is Black with an abstract white pattern on the right. This weapon form looks just like a regular umbrella, except there is a small trigger in the curve of the handle. He can fire up to 6 consecutive shots before needing 1 post to reload.
Partial Form: He can turn his left hand into the top of an umbrella. Good for Rain protection.
Out of your Mind
Strengths: Agile, Psychologically Strong, High Stamina
Weaknesses: Strategically Inept, Physically Weak, Low Endurance
Hobbies: Learning the Drums, Baking
Likes: Music, Being read to, Taking Naps, That smell that lingers after it's been raining...you know, that one, Devouring Snacks.
Dislikes: Reading, The smell of burning toast, Being woken up early, dancing.
Aspirations: He wants to prove himself to his family, that even though he may have drawn the short straw when it came to weapon forms, he can still be powerful.
History: Born the youngest and only male child of his parents into a long lineage of powerful weapons. Alistair was his Mother and Fathers last child after their 4 Daughters. Raised throughout his youth in the Brood Manor house, (located just west of Suffolk, England.) Alistair was often the last one to get anything in his home, his sisters always receiving most of what they demanded. The boy certainly wasn’t unloved by his parents, they loved him a great deal and he was aware of it. It was just difficult to hear him over constantly having to deal with their daughters. However Alistair went through his childhood with a persistent smile.
His eldest sister, Maria, was the first to discover her weapon form, round about when she turned 12. After a celebration was thrown in her honour a family friend trained her for a year and afterwards she was sent off to Shibusen. One by one his other 3 sisters discovered their weapon forms, and each time the process was done again. Scythe, Knife, Rifle. Members of Alistair’s family tended to find great variety in their weapon forms, soon it was just Alistair and his parents remaining in the house. However, maintaining conversation was difficult. They had had very little time to talk until that time and when all of them were free to converse, they hadn’t a word to say to each other. Alistair was happy though, as he finally had his Mother and Father to himself. As the years passed Alistair could barely wait to find his weapon form. The boy turned 12 and he remained hopeful that it was coming, 13 – his confidence still didn’t waver. 14 – he convinced himself maybe his body was still adjusting to the epicness of his form. When age 15 rolled around, his self-esteem had taken a blow. He had heard tales of his forefathers…and none of them had taken this long to discover their weapon form.
Yet when the magic day did eventually come around, his confidence might as well been in shards on the floor. He stepped into the shower as he did most mornings, and turned the tap for hot water, but one none came through. He shook the nozzle to try and coax the water out. What did come out was water that was on the very breaking point of becoming Ice, as he raised his hand to block the freezing drops of liquid. His hand glowed green and turned almost ethereal. Morphing itself into…an umbrella, his family had been famous for breeding great weapons for generations and he was…an umbrella. As he shamefully exited the shower and dressed himself, he nervously went downstairs to report the news to his parents. Yet he was surprised to find that they laughed at his expression and cheered at him finally unveiling his weapon form. His celebration was finally thrown, however it was much more empty than the ones prior as he had very few friends at the time. The only real difference between his Sister's discoveries and his, is that he was given a different trainer, and received training for a much shorter period of time. While his sisters had learned the art of combat. Alistair was taught the art of Stealth. Striking at the right moment to gain the upper hand.
After only a short three months of training his parents dropped him off at the airport and he said his goodbyes. Promising them he would do his very best.
Extra Notes: Not at the moment.
Behind the strings
Other characters: None
RP Sample: America was hotter than England, that much was certain. Alistair knew that as soon as he left the airport. The pale English boy certainly stood out to the locals, as he was sweating on what a few of them referred to as a 'Fairly cool day'.
Roughly 2 buses later and Alistair arrived at the gates of Death City, gazing up in awe at the fantastic architecture of the area. Buildings never really intrigued him all that much, but the ones he saw were so unlike anything he was used to it just blew his mind. From where he was standing he could already spot what he could only assume was Shibusen. "Certainly an interesting looking building...Was it Maria I'm supposed to get to show me around?" He attempted to recall, hoping that speaking out loud to himself would somehow improve his memory. "Or...was it Zoey?" Now he was just confusing himself, he decided he should probably eat first, that may help him remember. After finding a decent enough looking Cafe, he ordered himself a bite to eat and sat down at a table near the window. So he could continue to admire the city as he waited for his food. After a few minutes, a very pretty waitress set his food down in front of him, snapping him out of a daydream he had begun to slip in to. "Huh? O-oh, thanks." He blushed, with a stupid grin on his face, rubbing the back of his neck in an attempt to alleviate the sudden awkwardness of the situation, the waitress simply smirked and left his table, which was probably for the best. He sighed quietly to himself before taking a small bite out of the sandwich which lay in front of him. Thinking about what to do as he munched away softly. Eventually remembering that it was Holly he was supposed to get to give him a tour. After a while of munching and planning, he eventually got up and paid for his food. Setting out on his way to the giant building that encompassed most of the city. Expecting an angry talking-to from his sister, who had probably been instructed to wait for him near the front. Since he had already kept her waiting long enough to receive a yelling at. He slowed down a bit to take in the sights.