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| Skyler | Aug 3 2011, 08:16 PM Post #1 |
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![]() `Arcane, The Third` "We All Need A Bit Of Chaos" Name: Dylan Price (Arcane) Race: Ulquarina Element: Air Weapon: Chain Scythe Orientation: Homosexual Fighting Style: Chaotic Impulse Weapon Information ![]() Weapon Name: Forlorn Weapon Attribute: Air Weapon Type: Dual Scythe Weapon Properties: - Can be held at middle or disconnected at middle to form two scythes. - Can be manipulated by wind to move around without support. - No special abnormal properties, just skill. Personality Personality Attributes: - Split Personalities - Sadistic and Serene - He can't control the changes but knows full well when they happen. - In Sadistic he can't control his power and goes on a rampage. - Serene, he is normal and able to manipulate himself freely. - His fighting style changes within both of the two personalities. - Sadistic Style - Uncontrolled and Limp, Unpredictable. - Serene Style - Controlled and Cautious, Strategic. Fighting Style Sadistic Properties: - Carries both scythes in either hand, after disconnecting them. - Attacks Wildly, blind to the situation in a flurry of blows. - Will Randomly use his elemental ability when his mind see's fit. - He uses his hands to actually control the scythes when disconnected. Serene Properties: - The scythes are connected, and float above his head to be concealed high in air. - He never touches the scythes, they attack via the wind under his control. - Attacks Strategically, with mental stability and accuracy with the situation. - Uses his elemental abilities freely when an opportune moment is presented. Physical Attributes Hair Color: Amber Skin Color: Pale Body Type: Normal, not Muscle Built Tattoos: Unlike other Ulquarina, he has his number "3" covering his left palm in red. Alterations: Stitched Neck where he was cut by the scythes he now uses Eyes: Red Pupils, Inked Black Demeanor: Rather Scary, Mysterious, Perplexing. History He sometimes dreams about it, what his life was like before he awoke within that confined space of a cell. Well, not like it mattered when he was there. He was tortured, near death as he was drug back to that same cell everyday. They said they were going to keep him alive.. but at this rate, he wouldn't make it. He dared not tell them, for they would probably stop, and all he could do now... was think of the glorious freedom of death. It seemed like years.. decades even before they released him to finally see the bright setting sun. But his happiness was cut short, as they pit him against one just like him they said. They told him he'd be free if he could take out this one guy. It was pathetic within his eyes.. the scrawny kid with blond bleached hair and startling blue eyes just looked at him. Dylan could do nothing as the kid just stared at him almost at a point of crying. He refused to look at the kid and told his captors that he wouldn't, they punished him severely. The kid suddenly pushed himself upwards and slashed him on the neck with the scythes that were on his back. Dylan blacked out... They put him back in the cell... Dylan could feel the cold floor as he lay there, half conscience from the blow he sustained from the kid. Disbelief and distant dreams fluttered about his mind as he thought of the strange child. He blacked out officially and woke up the next day, finding his injury to be stitched. They continued his training and torture, making him durable during the time. This took forever in his perspective of time, he wondered what would become of him. What would they do to him? What was his purpose? Why was he here? Then suddenly one thought came to his mind.. Escape. He awoke another day, leaning against the cold, hard rock of the cells wall. His vision was blurry from the last days exercises and his legs were tired from the long runs they forced him to do. His hands trembled and his hair matted, he got up shakily and leaned hard against the wall. He pondered if he was dying or not. Then, something curious happened. His mind just.. blanked out. He could think of nothing, saw nothing, felt nothing as he was plunged backwards into a state of sub-conscience that he barely knew happened. He was looking at himself from the inside, out, watching his every move as his body moved for him. It was a curious feeling, as he suddenly ran to the cell bars and began screaming and shaking them fiercely as if he could break them with brute force... He moved back from the bars, his captors underestimated him. He had no guards, but his rage and hatred literally radiated off his body as his face twisted into a Sadistic smile. He started laughing, it was his voice, but also not his voice.. it sounded evil. Dylan wondered what was happening, whilst pondering this, the cell doors suddenly burst outwards as a gust of wind moved in from near him. Dylan wondered what this strange happening was, but his body just moved through the cell doors. The smile came back, as he walked down the familiar hall and began his plan of escape. Blood was spilled that day.. as a new monster was born. A monster beyond the confines of any known morale or value.. a monster to be destroyed by fate. |
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