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| Damon | Mar 24 2012, 10:24 AM Post #1 |
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Awakening: ( PLEASE BOLD YOUR SELECTIONS ) "In front of you there floats a sword, a shield, and a staff....each represents a power....which do you choose?" 1. The power of the warrior. (++Attack) "What's most important to you?" 1. Being number 1. (+Speed) "What do you want out of life?" 2. To broaden my horizons. (+Speed) "What are you afraid of?" 2. Being different. (+Defense) Name: Damon Alias: No. Age: 19 Element: Lunar Race: Human Home World: Forest Savage Job: Thief Weapon: Clawed Gauntlets Forms: Human and wolf. (half form only when performing Blood of the Beast) Magic: None. Summons: None. Special Techniques: Whip Kick (knocks enemy up into the air, flips, then sends the enemy crashing downward with a powerful drop kick) Demon Claws (a quick slashing six hit combo with gauntlets, designed for speed rather than power) Bite-Back (if hit Damon can use his natural instinct to mimic the move next time it is used in order to counter(note: can only be used once in a battle.)) Twin Fang (Damon jumps on to the back of an enemy and digs in with his claws, then pulls the enemy down and flips it) Bone Crunch (while in wolf form Damon bites down on the enemy hard, the longer he is attached before being dislodged, the more damage the attack does) Maul (while in wolf form Damon knocks an opponent to the ground and proceeds to scratch and bite it until either: two posts, or he is knocked back) Joint Techniques: {Optional} None. Abilities: Quick run level 1 Limit Breaks: Primal Howl (Howls/yells to the moon causing a shock wave that sends nearby enemies flying) Feral Leap (the character charges and jumps into the air, then slams down creating a small earthquake) Blood of the Beast (Character enters a frenzy, quickly moving from one enemy to the next slashing and clawing in a form half way between human and wolf, (like berserk but only lasts one post)) Moon Dance (Character draws in the energy of the night sky, creating a weapon made of moonlight that flies around the battle field cutting its enemies to ribbons). Character Description: ![]() Biography: Damon was born on a small world on the fringes of space. He was raised in an Orphanage alongside many other children. The bigger boys would pick on him, and there was very little to go around. Damon was ten when the Heartless first appeared on his world. The creatures quickly spread, wiping out almost everyone. Unlike the other locals however, Damon knew of a forest not far from town. He had ventured inside many times, but never very far. It had been a haven for him in years past, and it now seemed like the safest place to be. As the Heartless advanced, Damon retreated further in. The deeper he went the darker and more sinister the woods became. To his surprise however, in the heart of the gloom, was a house. He approached the house with caution, and peered in through a cracked and dirty window. It was dark inside, and dirty too. Who ever had lived in that place had gone quite some time ago. The boy carefully pushed the window open and climbed inside. Immediately the house burst to life. The candles all lit and the fireplace roared to life as clouds of dust and cobwebs disappeared. Furniture that had once been turned over now righted itself and dead plants came back to life. It was then that Damon noticed the smell roasting meat and boiling water. He looked over to the fireplace and to his amazement there was a tea pot hanging over the fire. Next to the fireplace was a fine table, fully set with plates and silverware of all sizes, and in the center was a large roasted ham. Hunger gnawed at his stomach, biding him to eat it. So he did. And thirst now scratched at his throat. So he drank the tea. Finally sleep pulled at his eye lids, so he crawled into a large soft bed made of the softest down, and slept. When he awoke, the house was as it had been when he first saw it. The furniture was overturned once more, and the fire had gone out. On the now splintered and rotting table sat the moldy remains of a cat, and the soft bed now nothing more than straw and mouse droppings. "You have entered my house...eaten my food...and slept in my bed...you are a foolish child...no manners...no respect...only needs...you are a beast...and as such I shall treat you..." Damon wasn't sure if it was only in his head or if the voice was real, but the next thing he knew, a snake had coiled around his neck. It hissed and squeezed as the boy gasped for breath. He could feel the house fading, his hands going numb as he continued to claw at the serpent. But eventually, his mind slipped away completely, and he was gone. He awoke in any ally deep within Traverse Town, alone and confused. The snake was gone, but in its place now hung a collar. He stumbled to his feet, but found that he could not stand like he once could. He fell back on to all fours, now highly confused. It was then that he realized that he had been transformed. His skin was now covered in fur and a tail now bobbed between his legs. After a few terrifying moments however, he changed back into his human self. Damon would spend the next nine years trying figure out how to control this curse with little success. He stole, lied, cheated and bullied to survive in this new world, picking up tricks and skills along the way. Personality: ( What Is Your Character's Personality? Describe your likes and dislikes, character traits, how you interact with others, etc. ) Damon can be hot headed, selfish, and a bit of a wise-ass at times. It's not that he's a bad person per say, it's just that he can be a little immature. He likes to think of himself as being tough as nails, though in reality he is a big softy. Often makes jokes and teases people, though he hates to be made fun of or insulted himself. This is due to a combination of two things; one being that he is a highly proud individual, to accept a hand out would be a sign of weakness to him. The second is that even before he had been cursed, he had always had to look out for himself. He had little to no friends growing up, and what "friends" he did have, he didn't make until he was much older. These individuals were either fellow theives or gang members. In either case the relationships are highly strained and formed out of pure convienence. He also has a strong dislike of sleeves as he feels they are only good for hiding things and restricting movement. Due to his experience with the the house he also has a strong distrust of magic and those who use it. RP Sample: Damon walked through the streets of Traverse Town with a bored look on his face. It had been days since he'd had any real excitement. Well, maybe just one if you counted the triplets giving their uncle a conniption. But that had become a common occurrence, and now the boy craved for something new. He sauntered into the town's center and looked around. The shops were closed and most of the windows had been boarded up. He couldn't blame people for closing early, Heartless attacks had been increasing lately and things only seemed to be getting worse. He walked over to the closest shop and peered inside. It was an old antique shop, owned by an elderly couple he had seen around. They were good people, though somewhat forgetful at times. This worked out well for him because they never really knew what was in stock. Now Damon knew that stealing from people was bad, especially the elderly, but if he didn't he wouldn't be able to survive. He hated hand outs, as they made him feel weak and vulnerable, but on another level, he hated himself for stealing just as much. Damon reached into his pocket and pulled out a large key ring. He had amassed copies over the years, and now he was pretty sure he had at least one for every store on this planet. To his shock however, when he placed his hand on the door, it opened. Damon's muscles tensed as he pushed the door to the shop open. It was dark inside, and there didn't seem to be sound coming from inside. Damon sniffed the air, but knew that it would do him little good. The smell of old books, flowers and metal were over powering to a normal nose, let alone one as heightened as his own. He knew that if he was caught he would go to jail, but at the same time he knew that if something bad had happened to the old couple and he didn't help his guilt would be worse. So he crossed the threshold slowly, trying his best to listen for any signs of movement. He stepped carefully across the wood floor, mindful of which boards creaked and which ones did not. When he was about halfway through the shop he saw something moving out of the corner of his eye. All at once tiny shadows swarmed around him, rising out of the blackness. One jumped at him from a high shelf and landed on his shoulder. With a yell he swatted it away. He snarled and clawed at his attackers with his gauntleted hands with savage fury. One by one the tiny Heartless fell, but with each one he cut down, three more seemed to take its place. In desperation Damon lifted his head to the ceiling and let out a mighty howl. Shockwaves erupted from his body sending both Heartless and treasures flying into the walls. The place filled with what only seemed like smoke, and then fell still. Damon breathed heavily as sweat dripped down his brow and onto his face. It was then that he heard someone moving on the floor above him and muffled voices. The old man was coming down stairs. With a gasp of both panic and exhaustion Damon bolted out the door and into the night. But as he ran he felt a strange warmness inside of him. He had saved someone's life. Today was a good day. He slowed down and looked at a nearby clock. 12:03. it was a good START for a day he thought laughing. |
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