Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2013 17:51:53 GMT -5
Memorare; Trust;Witch Weapon
Name: Trust Memorare
Nickname: Many call him different things, but he has no time for such peasant things.
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race:Witch Weapon
Position: Unpartnered
Class: Two-star
Partner: ---
Color: 990000
A Twisted Body
Picture:
Appearance: Death, This is the way most describe Trust's appearance. No matter how many times one meets Trust, it is hard to remember he is actually human, In fact most mistake him for a Kishin. trust stands at 5.7 feet and weighing about 176 Lbs. His body is chiseled with muscles running down to to much training and sparring with his younger brother. But his size is not what people notice, as much as his actual appearance. Trust's entire body has been tattooed. His skin has been died a Crimson red to match to color of blood. Along his body black tribal marking dance across his flesh. Going from his feet to his head. It doesn't seem to be in a certain pattern or to make a certain design, simply to have more of a tribal feel to it. If that wasn't enough Trust has had a crown of horns surgically implanted into his head to give him that demonic feel. Unlike the tattoos and horns there is one part of his appearance that is natural yet equally as creepy. His eyes, Trust was born with sunburst colored eyes. The iris being a bright yellow, ringed by a deep red tint around them. Because of this he is more sensitive to the light, but can see easily in the dark.
To play even more of this demonic appearance Trust always dresses like a Reaper, or a Shinigami. He always wears black clothing, usually in the form of a black hooded cloak that will cover his body. The hood pulled over his head to cast a dark shadow over most of his face, only leaving his bright yellow eyes and parts of the blood red face to be seen. If he is in a situation where the cloak will get in the way he will discard the cloak. Underneath he wears tight black cloth. The shirt he wears is more cloth that comes up over the shoulders, covering his torso but also easily removed. His legs are coated in black cloth which is light and clings to his body a bit to give him more flexibility, wearing black boots on his feet.
Height: 5.7 Feet
Weight: 176 Lbs.
Fighting Style: Being a weapon that depends solely on his wielder's soul wavelength He spends most of his battles meditating and carefully watching the foe to watch for openings or moves that must be blocked. He will most often be calm and collected, not loosing his edge easily even if his wielder does. Trust will see most people as enemies unless they have proven themselves worthy to be an ally. But even Allies deserve respect if they earn it. If someone proves that they are worth it he will show them honor, even in killing them.
If fighting by his own he is obviously not as well off. Saying that most of his skill has concentrated in his weapon form. Even so, he is no push over when he himself is fighting. He will often times be on the defensive, looking for ways to block and counter his opponent. If fighting someone exponentially weaker than himself he might be able to take them out. But he usually doesn't care for them enough to do so. So he instead focuses on his ability to mess with his opponent's mind. Either to make them think he has something bigger planned to intimated them, or any number of illusions he might be able create out of fear in their mind.
Personality: Trust might have the appearance of a demon, but he isn't truly as bad as he looks... Most of the time. Catching Trust staring at you from the shadows isn't one of the most uncommon things if you have peeked his intrest. He is truly curious when it comes to his pursuit for power. Always looking for that next something that will bost his strength means that he has to be open. Usually watching people's movements and speech. If he finds one worthy, he will take note of them. But if not, he will act as if they don't exist. After initial contact Trust will often times ask questions that might have double meanings, to test said people into seeing if they are truly worthy.
Most people assume because of his role and his appearance that he is a blood hungry savage. This is also not true, he only seeks power. He wants to become powerful because he ultimately wants peace. Even if his way about receiving it is different from most. Trust does not run over those who are weak, he does not kill the innocent. He only kills those who get in his way of power. His dream is to become as strong as he can, riding the world from anything that might not do harm to others. This includes witches, kishen, of even meisters and weapons. He feels they are all filled with lies and politics only looking to up their own side. Where in his eyes, he is seeking to make the world a world rid of all hate by eliminating all those who have the power to continue war.
In battle if someone has proved that they are worthy, he won't simply befriend them. He still keeps his goals first and will try to end their lives. But he will begin to treat them with dignity and respect. Looking to make their death quick and painless. For those that he might befriend, this is a harder task. He must feel they have the same intentions as him. They must not be completely rooted in evil and simply seek to destroy the world, because he will then see them as a threat that he would have to eliminate. But they must have hate, a hate that will seed power, enough power so that seed might grow into peace. Even if it means war. Before choosing an alley or friend he will ask many questions and even possibly trick them into making them think he is a foe. If they prove to him they are a worthy ally he will be completely loyal.
Once Trust has picked a partner, they are the only other person who matters. He as a weapon will do everything for that person. For they will be the means to his end. They will be the one who will make his dreams possible. But sacrifice is a large fee for such a goal. Most people, in his eyes are too eager to give their lives away to a cause. But if he is going to give his life he wants to make sure that his goal will be achieved. So instead of an easy sacrifice Trust will examine ever option possible and how it might affect his mission. If he sees that his goal will be achieved and he has to give his life to do so, he will. But if tere si question about his goals being reached. He will do everything in his power to keep himself and his partner alive, to continue the process.
All in All Trust is a man with a purpose. He lives for peace, by ending all those who have the ability to destroy it. He can be one’s most loyal ally or most dedicated nemesis. He is not one who backs down unless needed but even then he will already be thinking of revenge. He is dedicated to his cause but not foolish enough to simply give his life away. He demands respect from everyone he encounters, if you don’t deserve it. He wont even acknowledge your existence.
Corrupt the Soul
Weapon form: This form is almost as interesting as his human form. When Trust enters into his weapon form he simply become a hilt. He is virtually useless without a wielder. The hilt is solid black with red tribal marking around it. The opposite of his flesh in human form. Other than the colors, the hilt is pretty unique. It is not that of a simple sword or dagger. It looks more futuristic, seeming to be formed to comfort of the hand yet having an edge of a machine look to it.
There is much more to this weapon than meets the eye. When in the hands of a wielder, the two will connect as usual. But that's when the real weapon takes form. The weapon wavelength will then take form as the blade coming forth from his hilt form. The soul wavelength will be pure, and won't only have an affect on the person it's used against. But also has the ability to damage the actual soul. The color of the blade will be determined by the user's own soul, saying that it is their wavelength. But will probably be purple on count of being a rouge weapon and finding a witch partner.
Partial Form: ---
Abilities: Calm Mind: Due to his meditations and determination Trust has the ability to keep his soul wavelength as a sound level, even if chaos and madness are running havoc around him he has the ability to stay calm and focused on his own thoughts and inner self.
Persuasion:
Resonances:---
Out of your Mind
Strengths:
+ Social Intelligence- Knows how to read people and their intentions and how to work around it.
+ Determined- He has a goal in life and will stop at nothing to achieve it
+ Pain tolerant- Due to constant training he has learned the ability to tolerate pain and work through it.
+ Physically strong- Due to constant training he has built much muscle. Allowing him to be physically strong and able to fight with his fist on his own.
Weaknesses:
- Egotistical- Sees himself as better than most and will cast others out for being weak.
- Dependent- In order to use his true strength, his weapon form. He must have a partner
- Over-Critical- He is one to judge and to do so harshly. If he feels you are a threat he will do his best to eliminate you.
- Defensive- In a fight by himself he never really takes the offensive give his opponent control of the battle.
- Madness- Due to his past and his destructive nature He is weak to madness type of wavelengths, sometimes causing crippling hallucinations.
Hobbies:
+ Meditating- He will spend most of his free time sitting in silence meditating to keep a calm mind and keep focused.
+ Working Towards Peace- This can go from anything to fighting to meeting people to get himself in a better position to be on top.
+ Hot Spring- Any words needed?
Likes:
+ Quiet
+ Dark
+ Those strong enough with the same goals
+ Peace
+ Training
+ The taste of Souls
+ Stars
+ Rain
Dislikes:
- Loud Noises
- Those who are against him
- Those who are weak
- Hate
- Bugs
- People who touch him
- Things that are cute
- Light
Aspirations: Trust wants to become strong with his partner, to rid all else that have power in able to get rid of all chances of war.
History:
As the boys got into school they became instantly the center of attention. Always making jokes, good at the games they played. Everyone, teachers, parents, and students looked up to the two of them. The boys did understand why, they just had fun and did the best that they could. That was the key; the two of them were different. Even though they always hung out together, they weren't exactly alike. So if one was good at one thing but the other wasn't he would help and vise versa.
As the two went into middle school popularity actually became a 'thing'. They began noticing girls and guys began to get jealous. So they made a pact to never go after the same girl, and to always watch each other’s back. As they grew older things were great, they were popular and made great grades. But the boys began to envy the brothers. In particular Trust. He was an 8th grader who was constantly around his younger brother. He never hung out with the other kids his age and it made Hope look better than them. So they decided to strike.
One day when walking home from school the brothers were jumped by six of the 8th graders. Neither of them had been in a fight before, so even though they fought hard the fight ended with the two brothers lying on the grass painted in bruises and covered in blood. Trust had a hard time after that moment. He constantly beat himself up for not being able to protect his brother and after weeks of begging he was able to convince his mother and father to let them both enter into kickboxing together.
It was hard for them both; it wasn’t something that either of them easily mastered. But they both had determination. Trust looked at his brother and he knew; he knew he couldn’t let his little brother get hurt again. He knew that he had to do his best to become strong. And strong they became. They two of them constantly trained. After school, weekends, mornings, every single moment they had that could be dedicated to training they took advantage of. The two of them came top of the class; Hope being top student and Trust being second.
As their training continued so did their problems. Their grades started to fall slowly due to a lack of studying. They began hanging out with others less, making their reputation drop slowly from the amazing kids everyone loved, to the kids who wanted to be perfectionists. But those things didn’t matter to them. To Trust all that mattered was making sure his brother was okay.
Finally the time came. Trust had to leave his little brother to go high school. The next few years were hell. His parents sent him to a boarding school so that he would focus on school and not being with his little brother. Trust began to despise his parents for this. He was afraid. He didn’t want his brother to get hurt, he didn’t understand why his parents couldn’t understand. Trust’s heart went from honor, to hate quickly. He felt like everyone was out to get him. He wasn’t as recognized as he used to be, he seemed to everyone else to be just another average kid. In fact, because of his grades, he was made fun of. He was seen as the odd ball, like he didn’t belong. The hatred grew.
Trust began to get into fight more and more. Sometimes over something that was somewhat reasonable, sometimes over someone looking at him wrong. He became extremely hostile. He couldn’t stand it. He felt more alone than ever. He never really knew how to make friends and others just saw him as creepy and as a loser. But the more fights he got in, the more respect for him grew. By time the summer came around before his senior year. He was the most feared kid in the school. The students called him the reaper, tormentor, savage. The nicknames were constantly changing. But he didn’t pay mind to it. The only thing he paid mind to was earning respect, he realized with power comes respect, and if he was the most powerful kid in the school then he would be respected; and in turn he would rule the school and his brother would be safe.
Trust went home for that summer and he was reunited with his brother. It was a great emotional time for bother of them. They spent countless hours catching up, the two of them hadn’t seen each other since Trust left for school. Trust and Hope remained different. Trust learned that he was earning respect his own way, but standing up for other, by being loving and caring. Trust saw this as young and foolish, and tried to warn his brother that in high school things would be different.
But Trust had no idea how different things would really be. During the summer the two brothers went to a festival. It was only a few weeks before the two of them would head to the boarding school together so they wanted to have some fun. While there a group of thugs saw Trust and Hope and decided to rob them. As the brothers left the festival someone called out to them. They entered into the alley way and when the approached the man who asked for them to come close there was only a smirk. Suddenly men surrounded them. Weapons in their hand the brother began to get beat. Trust, lost in confusion looked up. Seeing the men beating on his brother he grew furious. He threw the three men off him, causing them to stumble. He ran forward and pushed the men of his bloodied brother. The rage bottled up, it needed to explode. Suddenly things got dark. He was in a different position. His eyes scanned the floor. Was he lying down? No…He could see his reflection in his brother’s half lit eyes. He had turned into a hilt, some type of weapon. There was news about these weapons it was everywhere. It wasn’t the hardest thing to believe. In fact these weapons and ‘meisters’ had a school.
What happened next was the beginning of the ‘brothers of heaven and hell’. Hope realized what happened to trust and picked up the hilt, the soul wavelength from hope instantly exploded through Trust’s body. Creating a type of blade of energy. The thugs instantly ran. When the boys returned home there was much crying from the mother, but much surprise as well. A normal boarding school wouldn’t do. So The boys were sent to the Shibusen. Where they began to train and learn a night fighting style. One where Trust and Hope would truly be partners together. They often times played the ‘good cop bad cop’ theme and quickly exceled.
As the years past they only got stronger, going on missions, hunting for Kishen. But there was one mission, One mission that would supposed to take them to the next step, that ruined everything. Trust had received the 99 souls he needed and it was now time to receive the witch’s soul. But the mission went terribly wrong. The witch they pursued wasn’t alone in the slightest. She was on her way to a meeting, in this meeting there was a Kishen and even a demon weapon and it’s meister. The brother were too late. They were already stuck in the room with the group of them and the small band of powerful beings easily pointed them out.
The brothers were attacked, and in a last ditch effort Hope sacrificed himself. Throwing Trust through a window in order for him to escape as the group literally tore him to shreds. It was after that mission that Trust abandoned all hope in Shibusen. In a school that lacked the power it needed. Trust left the school after all his souls were taken from him and began seeking his own power, seeking to rid the world of the violence that killed his brother, even if it meant destroying everyone in his path to do so. It was during this time that Trust began to modify his body, in order to demand the fear and respect he deserved. Meditating frequently in order to keep a calm mind, knowing he is weak when he isn't calm and collected, wanting to take after his brother in that department.
Extra Notes: ---
Behind the strings
Alias: Trust
Other characters: ---
Face Claim: STAR WARS; Darth Maul, Trust Memorare
RP Sample:
Drip Drip Drip All that remained from the sudden storm just half an hour ago were the drops of rain from the gutters above. One would expect the city to be vacant after such a storm. For everyone to be nestled into their warm cozy beds letting their dreams take them off to a different world. But in the shadows of the Alleyway stood a hooded single man. His face lowered, the dim streetlight, which flickered pathetically barely showed his face. All that was visible were two fiery orbs. His eyes stared ahead as if he was trying to glare something to death. The male's foot slowly stepped forward and a soft ripple from the puddle his black boot stepped into echoed into the vacant alley way.
As the mane walked out of the darkness his hooded rub clung to his body. Dripping with evidence of the now missing storm The male turned and continued his march, his body stood straight and tall, his hands hidden somewhere under his robe. One that saw him walking around might confuse him for a Shinigami, but he wasn't. He was an ordinary human; if you count being able to turn into a weapon and seeking to kill everyone in the world who is a threat to peace normal. The man who born to the name of Trust walked slowly; His feet gently padding against the wet concrete.
The Silence was broken by the faint sound of laughter and chatting. The male's body froze, as if a predator finding it's prey. Slowly walking in the direction of the voices he walked with smooth elegant strides. Careful not to make a sound, though with this prey, it was likely his sounds didn't matter much. They could probably feel him coming. No the less. This was a hobby of his, stalking the witches, looking for someone who might be worthy to be his partner. Looking for one, who would join his conquest of peace, his conquest to end war, his conquest of death.
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