The Three Energies [T] (OOC +SU)
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Pirate Hunter: Name: Hiro Kouhei, The Wanderer
Nideous: Name: Marcus Swift, or Swifttail if in his wolf form
Aura Rift: Name: Oscar (Oz) Damian Kaleb
Niriate: Name: Tessa of the Wastes, or just Tessa
-Nocturnal: Name Jacob Levi
Supervegeta: Name: Anthony Hazen
Stingray: Name: Andrey Hazen
NightOfRemorse: Name: Ahadi Kane
Wow...this is unique. Reserve me please. Very interested.
Name: Anthony Hazen
Side: Primal Kingdom
Appearance: Appearance: Anthony is of muscular build, 6 feet tall, 190 pounds. His hair is kept in a messy, spikey style, yet quite long, and brown. His eyes are green in color. He has a notable headband which is red in color, matching his upper body outfit which is mostly red and black, a sort of red vest with black on the bottom.
He also wears brownish black gloves, with red buckles on it. He has slightly tanned skin.
Personality: Anthony has been called many things. Mostly, the words that pop to mind is hot-headed, arrogant, and rash. He always seems to be in an agitated state. He is arrogant in the sense that he has a lot of confidence in himself, often to the point of being a bit overconfidence. Still, it isn't overconfidence if you can back it up, and Anthony does that rather successfully. He is also rash. He often does things before thinking them through, acting more on impulse and desire rather than strategy and planning. He prefers action over words most of the time. His hotheadedness is added even more because of his ability to get angry very quickly, and often over very insignificant things.
Such insignificant things are fueled even more by his twin brother, Andrey, who has a habit of being at ends with his brother on many things, often leading to arguments and disagreements, even the occasional fight. Anthony has a habit of getting into a lot of fights, but that goes without saying on his impulsiveness, and his lack of standards. Still, as a fighter for the Primal Empire, he has deep respect for it, and would fight for it with all his might.
Anthony isn't one to surrender. He would die first.
History: Anthony was born in Althos, along with his twin brother Andrey. His mother and father were both soldiers in the army of the Primal Empire. Growing up, Anthony and Andrey were always together, doing many of their activities together. They always argued with each other, Anthony being rather hot-headed. In fact, it isn't often that you don't see them arguing. Still, they had a rather special bond. They were hardly ever seen apart, and whenever they did things, whether getting into fights or messing around, they were usually together.
Growing up in Althos was pretty entertaining. Anthony had began turning to minor property damages and other misdemeanors for entertainment. It was fun work to do, and it kept the days going by. Anthony often complained about having Andrey always around, always trying to plan out everything they were going to do. Even though he often complained, he still did enjoy his company, and the challenge of arguing. Still, when things got too dicey, Anthony would be the one doing the dirty work, being the physically more capable of the two. Anthony's parents didn't approve, but then again, being in the military, they were never around enough to keep track. Around Althos, Anthony was beginning to become known as a troublemaker. Anthony once got the idea once of going in to one of Althos's Energy reserves, and borrowing some of the energy. He had never had any much before while growing up, never knowing he really had energy. When Anthony "borrowed" some of the energy from the reserves, he soon found himself enjoying the sensation of energy flowing within him. He soon found himself actually quite adept in the energy, preferring that of will energy, as it could easily be fueled by his powder keg personality.. He unlocked abilities of his own as he grew up. Anthony would often go and "borrow" some more energy from the reserves on many occasions, for extra, practice, adding on to his own exponentially increasing energy. He began experimenting with energy quite a bit, training himself to fight. He often trained with Andrey, but complained about it regularly, saying he wouldn't be able to keep up with his weak body, and that Anthony had to give himself a handicap.
As Anthony grew older, he developed a bond with Andrey that now flowed over to the battlefield. Off the battlefield, they still argued all the time. It became a norm for them. Yet once a battle began, the two fought like one person, perfect strategists and artisans of combat. Anthony preferred the straightforward and direct approach. Andrey was the calculating one, yet somehow they mashed perfectly together.
When war broke out between the two nations, Anthony signed up for it right away, eager to test his abilities on First Republic enemies.
Power: Will Energy
Power Usage: Anthony uses Will Energy infused with his Axe, particularly through the red will energy of anger.. The Axe is more of a hatchet in the beginning, but as his anger grows, his power increases, and the size of his axe is transformed, and increased. His will energy spreads into the axe, causing it to form a sort of red energy around it, and penetrate it.
Other: (Seen this in a lot of other RPs, any additional information you may wish to include)
RolePlay Sample: From Avatar: Chaos Uprising
"Tian is a girl," she stated. Zen scratched his head and shrugged at Feng apologetically. "And she would be able to stay close. She will keep to the high skies and try to stay amongst the clouds."
Meifeng grinned. "Of course, that is only if Garith agrees to heading out. I am okay with this plan; it would be nice to go visit those places again. Plus, we really would need Tian in order to get to the Eastern Air Temple. Dragons cannot usually venture into the temples as they are unable to maneuver correctly through the winds, the rocks, and the clouds the way that sky bisons can. No offense," Garith didn't seem to mind.
Caera spoke of how the hawk could be used as a messenger. Zen knew it would be useful, someday or another. He had the feeling in the pit of his stomach that one day, everything would probably be used. He heard Garith sigh, probably upset that a match could not be ensued earlier. He finally shrugged and spoke.
"Fine. Alright if you guys ever need Vyer just let me know and I'm all game for helping you out Zen," He said, as he placed his sword away, the flame gone from it.
"So where do we start?" He asked smiling. Zen looked back at him, determined to repeat everything if he had to, but the Earth Kingdom Soldier did his job for him.
“Eastern… Air… Temple… Then… Southern…Water…Tribe… Listen…with…you’re…ears…next…time…so…we…don’t…have…to…talk…to…you…like…this.”
Zen smiled a bit. It was an odd group he would be traveling with. He wondered how they would all get along. They were going to have to be with each other for a long time.
"The Earth Kingdom Soldier is right." Zen said, still unsure of what name to call him. He figured he might tell Zen eventually, or Zen might give him a nickname, similar to how Rogue is a nickname for Zen.
"We're heading to the Eastern Air Temple. However, we'll probably make a few stops along the way for food." As he said food, he looked at Tiger Lily, smiling a bit as he knew it would sit well with her, hopefully. "I also don't doubt we probably won't need to rest the dragon. We'll switch for the sky bison Tian right before we reach the Air Temple. For now, we'll take the dragon. We'll get much more distance."
Zen got on the dragon, followed by the others. He looked at all of them as they made themselves comfortable on the dragon. Then, at the command of Garith, the dragon took off into the skies. Zen closed his eyes as he felt the fresh breeze. It was cold, yet pleasant at the same time. As he had his eyes close, he wondered if they should have a name of some sort, perhaps a way to identify themselves. Childish, sure, but Zen thought some of them might like the idea. Or maybe they won't. He decided to keep that thought to himself.
What would be the name of the group that follows the "Rogue"? he asked himself. Then he thought of it, saying it out loud to himself.
"The Rogues. Heh...that'll do..."
You Didn't Say Which Side You Want To Be Reserved Under, But I'll Go Ahead And Reserve You.
Sounds like fun. A solid premise. Would you mind reserving me for the Republic?
You Are Reserved Nideous. Thank You For Your Interest.
Intriguing. Please reserve me as well :) I'll be on the Primal side.
You Are Reserved, -Nocturnal. Looking Forward To Your Three's Participation.
Name: Oscar (Oz) Damian Kaleb
Side: First Republic (However he is native to the primal kingdom, he rebelled and secretly joined the first republic at 17)
Personality: Oz is very curious, he can't stand it when there is a secret or piece of information he doesn't know and will often try and seek such things out. Born into the primal kingdom from a relatively early age he realised that he in no way agreed in the ways of his people so he rebelled. He became disobedient, roudy and prefered to remain in solitude. He remains that way to this day. He is very insecure and feels at risk from most of the people he sees viewing them as enemys, he is often found considering his life so far and wondering where exactly he "went wrong" this is closely linked to the events revolving around his familys deaths. Though cold to most of those he meets, if he finds someone who actually feels worse then he does then he forgets about his worries and focuses on another for just long enough for the pain he feels to go away, for this reason he enjoys helping people. Due to events from his past he has a downright hatred towards those he once called "his people". He doesn't like talking about his past to people. Mostly because of the fact that he is originaly Primal but also because his past pains him too much to speak about in words.
Around others Oz is quite lonely, prefering to revel in solitude, but once he gets to know somone he will treat them respectfuly and kindly. He doesn't particularly enjoy talking to others but he will respond if approached, usually agressively but you know thats just the way he is. He hates himself, if theres one person he despises more than anything else its himself. He blames himself for everything that happened in his past and fights in the war against his own people as a means of redemption, however he doesn't know if that even makes up for what he has done. When alone he contemplates things, often going over the past happenings and events hes witnessed and been part of, sometimes he will shed a tear for his family and their memory. The only thing that gives him any sort of meaning to fight anymore.
History: From the day he was born Ozs parents knew he was different, he didn't cry at his initial birth and simply smiled, as if happy tinal part of the outside world. His parents thought this was quite unual as many people would have but unfortunately that smile was doomed to leave his face sooner rather than later. He often asked questions in school about his peoples ethics and beliefs and once said he agreed more with the beliefs of the first republic than his own Primal Kingdom. One month later he had to move schools due to bullying. Ozs parents didn't blame him for his beliefs, though different it was accepted that he was how he was. In fact they were happy their son was so open-minded. However he was confused as to why his opinions weren't accepted.
As Oz grew he began to become more and more biased by his opinions, reaching a downright disagreement with his peoples ways and open expression of said disagreement, aswell as the complete reverse for the beliefs of the first republic, showing an open acceptance of their ethics. He was hated by many for his beliefs and rumours were spread but he didn't care. It was around this time he became more of the roudy and lonely person he is today but what really pushed him over the edge happened much later. The following year Oz turned seventeen and after a night out with his friends on the day of his birthday he found his house on fire he dashed inside to find his parents rushing towards the door he reached out to them but a massive burst of fire struck out and knocked him backwards knocking him out. When he came to his house was completely destroyed, a burnt rubble on the bleak landscape and rain began to fall all around as steam rose from the houses charred remains. Oz rushed into his homes remains and cried for his mother and father but... they were gone. Oz fell to his knees and cried. He cried and cried and refused to leave when those who came to help tried to take him away. As if this wasn't a bad enough state for Oz to be in the sickening realisation which then occured hurt even more. A single piece of charred chain sat on the ground. Upon further inspection it appeared that the chain wasn't charred but simply made from a darkened metal, it was smooth and sharp, with links as fine as a rapiers blade. As Oz looked closer at the first three links he realised that there was a single word engraved into each one.
Traitors Never Live
Oz froze his eyes wide in fear and anger. Traitors... because of his beliefs in the first republics ethics... his family had been murdered. Oz gripped the chain and felt tears roll down his face. A mix of anger fear and sadness covered him in its veil and he felt himself desperate to change the past, desperate to make the hurt go away, desperate to destroy his enemys. The colour of his energy glowed brightly around himself and the chain and the previously short chain began to grow and swirl around his body, forming aggresive tendrils bathed in a mix of his energys colour and the chains smooth black. Without hesitation he killed everyone around and when he finished he felt a sting of guilt, regret and anger to great to be ignored. It told him that he should get his revenge and redemption by following his beliefs as he should have from the beginning, he would join the first republic, he would fight against his people in this war, and he would avenge the needless death of his parents caused by his own beliefs. Oz picked up the chain from the ground and walked away silently from the masacered, scorched ruins of his former home.
Power: Will energy fueled by the emotion of desperation, like you said I require you to pick my energies colour.
Power Usage: Using the chain Oz aquired on his seventeenth birthday as a conductor for his energy it chanels every last part of it into matter that lets the chain lengthen and split into other chains, allowing it to move like tendrils around him, granting him the ability shield himself aswell as attack with the chains as a whip or blade like attacking mechanism. When activated the chain glows his energys colour aswell as reflecting parts of the black chain itself.
(Taken from "The Pokemon Trainer Academy")
Xavier was still thinking to himself as he walked aimlessly around the wide-open room. The "inner potential" of pokemon? What could that be? Did his pokemon have it to? He didn't know. Such a strange feeling this was, a feeling of reasurance yet uncertainty. A mix of emotions that plain confused him. Xavier didn't know wether to smile or frown. Brock had shown him something so simple yet so... sensible. Yet at the same time nothing confused Xavier more. Was it only pokemon? Did humans also have the potential to be great? To make a difference... to save a life... just like he couldn't...
Xavier snapped to attention as he sensed another precense, he was at a stall, he must have stopped here subconciously. A girl who looked awfully flustered was approaching his position, she seemed more confused than himself, if that was possible. However Xaviers nature quickly kicked in, the feeling of helping someone else, overwhelmed his own sense of despair, just like it always did. Xaviers mind was what one might call warped, however in a good way. His mothers illness had given him an iresistable urge to help others. His mothers death had given him the iresistable urge to avoid pain at all costs. The two desires merged in his head to create an idealistic vision that tells him in his own mind that if he helps others, he won't feel as much pain for himself. A misconception, some might say, but it did in fact work and Xavier felt less pain for himself with the vision and knowledge that another would push through in his steed. Some might call him selfish, helping others to help himself, however he barely realises he's doing it until he's already done it. The human mind is an incredible thing, it has all the potential a pokemon has locked inside its unused chambers. When these chambers are unlocked people gain special abilities and ways of thinking that differ them from others. Some might call these people "freaks" or "wierdos", they couldn't be more wrong. These are the people that are truly blessed.
Xavier met the girl as she walked towards the stall, the first thing that struck her was her long black hair, it was straight and the darkest of jets in shade, her eyes were a chocolate brown and her skin was tanned, Xavier thought she had a pretty kind of face but he didn't comment. He couldn't help but notice that there clothing choices differed. His was his usual flashy black and red jacket and matching pants, while hers was a quite plain whit tank top and khaki pants, aswell as pink shoes and back pack. She had a pendant in the shape of a lapris and a ring with an embedded saphire. It seemed precious to her and it reminded Xavier personally of his own gym badge given to him by Burgh.
Xavier didn't say anything for a moment, partly because he was still analyzing the girl, mostly because he suddenly remembered that he next to no social skills and had just stepped out in front of this girl and examined every aspect of her general appearence. Xavier immediately blushed terribly and began to splutter, trying to think of something to say.
"I... uh, Im sorry I just wanted to..." Ah cruel fate, give a boy the desire to help complete strangers but take away his ability to talk to people.
"I mean... ummm... are, are you Ok? You... ummmm... you looked upset about something?" Xavier suddenly realised that he must have looked like the wierdest most obnoxious person on the face of the planet and he blushed even harder.
What kind of freak randomly asks people if they're feeling alright?! Seriously?! Is there something wrong with me? Xaviers thoughts flustered through his head as he kept a fake awkward smile on his face.
I didn't feel this way when talking to Valorie... but then again me and her meeting was total coincidence, I've just barged right up to this person.... still something feels, different... Is it because Im upset about what Brock said? Oh who cares about that now! Say something idiot!
"Oh right..." Xavier mumbled.
"Ummm yes, so.... I, errr.... your pendant! I think your pendants pretty... and ummm.... look!" Xavier pulled out the dulled but still relatively good conditioned badge, he treasured so much.
"I, I think we feel the same about this, your pendant, it reminds you of someone close to you, someone you lost right? It's the same for me, my friend gave this to me a long time ago to remember my Mother by." Xavier realised he was just revealing something very important to a complete stranger but his strange mind didn't view it like that. He was just trying to help this person.
"I... I haven't even introduced myself..." Xavier sighed.
"My names Xavier... I don't believe we've met before. Look I'm sorry for just barging out to talk to you like this... it's just you looked upset and I thought I could help... and Im really new to this whole talking to people deal and... well yeah..." Xavier was still blushing but not as badly.
"Is it Ok, if I ask what your name is?" Xavier asked, if he could ask. Huh... strange mind indeed.
You Are Reserved Aura Rift. I Edited The Energy Section, Particularly The Will Energy Section To Help You Better Understand It. If You Plan To Primarily Use Despair, It Would Fall Under The Blue Energy Category.
Could I get reserved for the Primal side... I like the idea of the energy fighting.
Also just curious why do you capitalize every word in your normal posts?
You Are Reserved Stingray. One Spot Is Left For Reservation On The Primal Side.
I Am Asked That Question Constantly. This Is My Trademark. A Great Trademark Is Appropriate, Dynamic, Distinctive, Memorable And Unique. People Keep Asking Me, So It Is Memorable, And Not Only Does It Give Me Uniqueness, But Also Recognition. I Am The Future King Of This RP Corner. Everyone Will Know My Name. Everyone Will Know My Style. Why Not Start Now?
Hope That Answered Your Question.
EDIT: Added A Few Towns And Places Of interest, Just In Case People Wanted To Know A Little More About The Areas Inside. I Will Add More To This Throughout The RP. Feel Free To Make Up A Smaller Place Of Birth For Your Character's History For Now, And I Can Add it Into The Places Later.
Pirate, I think the 'Appearance' is missing. Or do you want us to put it in the Personalitiy/History?
Did I Really Miss That? Woops. Thanks -Nocturnal. Feel Free To Post A Picture, Or A Description, 2 paragraphs.
Would like to reserve a spot on the Republic side please. Sounds like a great place to put a character blueprint I've had into fruition.
This is a work in progress, so I'll be editting it until I'm done, ok?
Name: Marcus Swift, or Swifttail if in his wolf form
Age: 3, which in wolf years is 21. So, he's 21.
Side: First Republic
Appearance: Swifttail is a very large white wolf. His shining blue eyes are alive with intelligence and a feral kind of longing. He stands up to the belly of a large man, measured at his shoulder, so he is quite large. His pristing white fur is soft and silky, and it holds a slight auburn tint, though that is fairly unnoticable. His right canine tooth has been chipped from a fight with a member of his pack when he took over.
When he turns into Marcus, he's a very tall man, roughly 6'4 and is very well muscled. His eyes are light blue, and they hold a kind of feral look. His hair is a dark brown, and it falls in tangled curls around his head. His right canine tooth is still chipped in this form, though most people don't really notice it. His gaze is usually wolflike and intense, though if he's inside a building, he has a slightly uncomfortable look about him. He has no scars or other markings on him. His clothing is a simple auburn tunic and pair of trousers, with a pair of comfortable leather shoes. He hasn't mastered anything more complex than that.
Personality: Marcus is often a quiet person. This may be because he doesn't understand how the speak, or it could just be because he doesn't have anything to say. When prodded about something, the other person is equally likely to recieve a low growl or gruff bark as he is actual words. He is far more at home in his lupine shape, but he enjoys being a human too much, so he generally stays in one of those two shapes. He is very brave, and will take on any challenge without fear. But that's not to say he's reckless, as his sharp mind is always trying to find weaknesses and flaws in his opponent that he can take a bite out of, literally in most cases.
While not prone to anger, he is highly agressive. Marcus was always the leader of the pack, and to get that way, one has to be agressive. He would do anything to protect his pack, which consists only of his wolf friend Dancepaw at the moment. He is not very trusting of strangers, but if he accepts you into his pack, he becomes very loyal. Often to the point of being outright clingy, but he means no harm by it. If he percieves you as a threat, he will do anything he can think of to run you off, and if that doesn't work he will get upset and go for the throat. Others may find his reactions to be a bit extreme, but he doesn't care. That's just how things were done when he was a normal wolf.
History: Swifttail was born inside of Fate Forest. He was originally a normal wolf, and for a year and a half, he ran with a pack. But one day, a Republic Energy User caught him and his friend Dancepaw and took them into the city. This human had been looking for subjects to test his own powers on, so he infused Swifttail and Dancepaw with Nature Energy, binding their fates and souls together, and granting them both powers of their own. But for those powers to work, they had to be together. Swifttail grew as intelligent as a human, and discovered for himself a tad bit agout the powers they shared. Being the Alpha, he naturally took the lead and busted the pair of them out, turning the experimenting energy user into a rabbit, which Dancepaw quickly ate.From there, the pair of them made their way to Ascension, still as wolves. Once in ascension, Swifttail found a library and after watching humans for a few years, he taught himself to read.
One night, he decided to do a little research of his own. He broke into one of the libraries, and stole several books. He brought them to the little den he and Dancepaw were sharing, and began reading. For several days, he didn't move from that spot, reading the books as Dancepaw brought him food and water. Swifttail eventually discovered there was no way to go back to being normal wolves, so he decided to make the best of it. He turned himself into a human, and decided that he would make the best of it. Dancepaw decided to remain a wolf, and so far, Swifttail, or Marcus Swift as he has decided he would be called, respected that decision. Marcus and Dancepaw decided to travel the Republic, learning as much as they could, as they still didn't know much about their powers.
When the Temple of Energy Advancements exploded, Marcus immediately thought that someone was to blame. He decided to make it his mission to find out what had happened. He has no interest in fighting a war, only finding the truth. To much killing means not enough prey, so he has taken it upon himself to find the truth. He stole a bow from a small village and taught himself the basics of how to use it, because he knew his quest would likely take him places where he would be unable to change his shape.
Power Usage: Marcus has to channel his power through his wolf. The power itself allows him to shapeshift himself on others into any shape he wants, but only if the target allows it. Usually, he remains either a human or a large wolf. If his canine friend is not around, he can't use his powers at all.
Other: Marcus carries around a simple Longbow and a good amount of arrows, because he nevers knows when he'll be in a place with low Natural Energy. He also travels with another wolf, and his name is Dancepaw.
RolePlay Sample: This is taken from the War Between Pokemon and Humans 2. XD
Outskirts of Oldale Town
Pow! Pow! Pow!
Lewis stopped firing after a moment. He was getting bored just practicing. Maybe he'd better go up to the fort and see if anyone was actually there yet. With a sigh, he got to his feet. He reloaded his rifle again and slung it on his back. He picked up his fedora from where it had fallen and put it back on his head and began to walk back to Oldale. By the time he got back, he was surprised at the activity. Something was going on. And it was not good. He wasn't even a soldier yet, but he could tell that everyone was getting ready for a battle. He hastened his steps and found himself standing outside the fort. Two armed guards were blocking his passage.
"What do you want kid?" one of them asked. While a little annoyed at being called a kid, Lewis decided he had better answer. Sure, he was likely younger than anyone here, but he wasn't a kid.
"What do you think I'm here for? I'm here to join the army!" Lewis said with a flicker of annoyance on his face. The two guards looked at each other, trying to decide if he was serious. He was dead serious. They finally let him through, and pointed him toward the General, who was talking with a few other soldiers. Lewis didn't know any of them, but he sure as heck wasn't going to let this chance get away from him. He walked over to the group of four as fast as he could, hearing something about being ready to move out.
"Excuse me! Sir! I..." Lewis began to say, but then his voice faltered. What the heck was he doing? You didn't just go and interupt the General like that! He shook it off and tried again.
"Err... My name is Lewis Celston... I just wanted to know if you needed any extra manpower. I know I don't look like much, but I am a good sniper. Just, um, trying to be useful, that's all," Lewis said, throwing caution to the winds and putitng it all on the line. Granted, if they turned him down, he was still going to follow them and help them out any way he could. But he hoped he didn't have to do that.
Your Are Reserved, Niriate. There Is One Unreserved Spot Open Now On The First Republic Side. I Will Have My Sign Up Up Soon.
Also, I Added New Places Of Interest In The First Post.
Do you think this is alright? thank you.
Check My Comments By VM. I'll Have My SU Up Soon. Good Luck With Everyone Else's Progression.
Alright, PH, my SU is done. I hope Marcus is accepted. He is one of the weirder characters I have made. :D
An Interesting Take On Nature Energy, And Quite Bizarre A Character, I Might Add, But It's Good Enough. Welcome Officially To The RP.
Thanks. I like playing the bizarre characters. XD I tried to think of something not many people would try. XD And thanks for accepting me! :D
Reserve me a spot... This is... interesting... I'll sign up as the antagonist.
SU, editing with more details later. Had to scratch my original idea, since it was nearly identical to Nocturnal's. :(
Name: Tessa of the Wastes, or just Tessa
Affiliation: First Republic
Appearance: (Since I am not very good at writing appropriate descriptions about appearances, I'm going to stick to a picture to show the looks of my character. I will add more description if need be, I just like to resort to pictures when I can.)
However, instead of the Desert Eagle pistol that she's carrying, think of two Western Quickdraw pistols that she would have instead.
Personality: Tessa is a very focussed person, she doesn't spend a lot of time talking about anything, preferring to observe rather then engage. Some would say she's a longer, since she is much more comfortable while working on her own then to be with a crowd of people. "Comes with the experience" She says. However, if she is required to work in a group, she's one of the most dependable members that party could ever wish for.
Her Energy specializations can make her a bit of a reckless one, since she never backs down from anyone or anything and stays till the bitter end, but those traits in return have also made her somewhat notorious within the Primal Kingdom's military. The young girl with the sheriff pistols, that takes you down, or goes down trying.
Whenever Tessa is not engaged in an activity, she likes to clean her weaponry. Since all of her weapons are so vitally important to her, she can't stand it it any of them are not in absolute tip-top shape. This includes her own endurance and agility as well, since a Bandit Huntress can't rely on firepower alone.
Ever since she was drafted into the Republican army, Tessa has gained respect for the leadership, because of the sheer amount of different people and Energy types they all have to control. This doesn't mean she takes orders left-right-and-center, but if someone respects her she will share that respect in return.
History: Nobody is quite certain where Tessa actually comes from, most people assume that she was born in Jorann back in the days when it wasn't completely taken over by bandit gangs, but that is an unconfirmed assumption only. Add to that the fact that the girl doesn't talk about her history for more then 5 years back, and you have the recipe for a mystery.
But if you insist on knowing..
Tessa was born under the name of Charlotte Friedhelm, daughter of a wealthy and exquisite merchant who had settled in Jorann to start a new adventure for himself and his wife after being forced to leave his previous business due to, though completely false, bad publicity spouted by a rival. Rather then fight the false claims, Tessa's father decided that it was easier to start anew, something that he'd been wanting to do regardless.
Back then, Jorann was still a fairly small village, and while even at that time it had issues with local gangs of thugs, life was easy and very good for Tessa and her family.
Charlotte was only child in the little family, while her father was a daring entrepreneur, her mother was a much more stable and realistic person. As she grew up, Charlotte became more and more fascinated by her mother. Not just by her dedication to raise their only daughter, but also the ease at which the woman could withstand anything. Because as good as life was for the family, living in a western-style village does bring it's problems.
That was when the Energy became important. Though both her parents were good at shaping the Energy, Charlotte's mother was especially good at the fact. Later on, Tessa couldn't remember a single situation where her mother had used Energy as an offensive weapon, instead using her dedication and experience as defensive forms of emotional Energy.
Over the years, as the war against the Primal Kingdom started to build, the safety in Jorann started to fall. More and more soldiers were called away towards the battlefields in the south, which paved the way for the bandit gangs to start claiming control over the city. This event caused most of the population to feel Jorann and seek shelter elsewhere, if they were allowed to leave in the first place.
While their exact reason remains unknown, even to Tessa herself, her parents decided to stay in Jorann and keep their business alive as best they could.
Until that one day, now 5 years ago.
Tessa's father had not come back one day after spending a night out in the tavern, trying to persuade some of the major bandit members to take some of his most recently acquired stock off his hands. Not that it was illegal, it was just highly dangerous. Her mother started to search for her husband, since it was very unlike him to not come home, let alone not send a message to his family.
She burst into the house, left hand clutching her right shoulder-blade. I could see the blood seeping out from underneath her fingers. I still don't know what hit her, though most likely a stream of hatred Energy. She sagged down onto the floor, back against the wall as I rushed over to her. "C-Charlotte.. You.. you need to get out of here.. quickly." She panted as her right hand worked on the floorboard next to her. "Why mother? What's going on?" I looked at her, tears in my eyes as I watched her pull the Bo-staff and the pistols from a hidden stash. "Your father.. has been betrayed.. backstabbed by Carlton the Cobra and his gang... One of his goons managed to get me too." She shoved the weapons towards me and I hesitantly accepted them. "Please my dear.. Go.. they will be coming to this place soon. I'm.. too weak.. to come with you. Please my daughter.. save yourself.. save our bloodline."
I could only nod before turning my head away and bolting for the backdoor. In my mind I was swearing oath after oath that I wouldn't let these crooks get away with this, that they would pay for everything they've done and then some. I could think of nothing but revenge.
Her mother taught her to be determined in her actions, her father taught her to never show fear when doing what you do. Those teachings, combined with a desire for revenge have changed the once humble merchant's daughter into the ethically challenged bandit huntress that Tessa has now become.
Notorious in both Jorann and the Primal Kingdom itself, what more fame could an outlaw get?
Power: Will Energy. The energy of determination and fearlessness, it's a yellow/orange mixture
Power Usage: Tessa carries a long Bo-staff with her that is attached to her back by a few leather straps, but more importantly are the twin revolvers that are holstered around her waist. She only uses the staff in close combat and more defensive purposes, while referring to her pistols for longer range fights.
The energy flows around her staff and can be twisted into a shield, while her pistols fire short bursts of the energies towards her target.
What her guns look like:
Other: Wanted! Alive!: Tessa of the Wastes. Crimes: Several counts of assassination and blackmail. Reward: 70 Golden coins.
It was the year 35 ATN (After The Nuke). The once lush forests of Siberia had turned into icy deserts where blizzards and hailstorms had free reign. Cities were few and far between, often millions of people hiding away in the cold underground slums trying to forget the reason that they were there.
The white-grey wolf spoke to herself as the blizzard raged around her, even for an animal as hardy and weatherproof as her, this blizzard was especially fierce. Still, she had to continue, she knew there was a city nearby, so she had no other choice.
To anyone that would've watched her, she would've looked like a normal human girl. Around 25 years old, about 6 foot tall, Caucasian or Asian heritage with a long, black ponytail riding down her back. They would watch the girl plow through the storm wearing only casual clothing, jeans and a shirt.
Had there actually been anyone around in this blizzard.
They consider us extinct.. things of legends. They tell each other that our species perished during the First Winter, just like so many others. How wrong they are. We never vanished.. we never even left, we only proved once more, that the animal kingdom is always one step ahead of humanity.
The lights of the outskirts started to penetrate through the blizzard, causing the wolf to grin widely and let out a howl in victory.
Destination reached. She purred to herself Now.. to find who I am looking for.
"Remember, my dear Alissa. There is a tribe of our people, the oldest known to our history. They have provided needy refuges with a home, food and companions since the dawns of time."
"Where are they then.. and now can I know it's one of them?"
"In every city you will find at least one of them, for the needy are many and spread around the world. And do not worry about finding them... they will find you first."
She walked around the guardhouse, keeping to the shadows cast by the thousands of buildings made from stone and iron. Even in the relative protection of the city's deserted outskirts the blizzard was still in firm control.
Temperatures barely ever reached above freezing, hurricane winds whipping up massive snowstorms that could last for days. Humans barely ever surfaced again once the full effects of the war had settled in.
The wolf sniffed the air as she felt the winds lessening the further she walked into the city. The snow was still drifting down, but it was far more comfortable without the streaks of wind in her face.
She knew that there had to be one of them in this city.. The fabled Den Keepers.
TiTaN.JuStIn, I Am Not Sure What You Mean By The Antagonist, But I Will Reserve You. The Only Unreserved Spot Is On The First Republic Side, But If You Wish, You Can Make An SU For The Primal Empire, As Long As You Make It Before One Of The Others.
Name: Hiro Kouhei
Side: First Republic
Personality: Hiro is quite calm of a person. He is not one to begin a conversation, and also not one to end it. He rarely speaks to those who he does not know, but even to those he does, he tends to not make a habit of prolonged conversation. It is just the way he is. He doesn't have a problem with speaking, but events sometimes end up with him never having to, or never wanting to, and turning out alright, and that suits him fine.
Many people say they are never willing to settle. In a sense, Hiro is exactly like those people. In another sense, he is the exact opposite. He is the opposite because of his general standing in society, what he could have been, and what he is. Hiro is a man of selfless sacrifice, one who has put many people ahead of his own personal benefits. He settles in the fact that he is often offered rewards or pleasures in exchange for this, but almost always turns them down. He doesn't help for the benefit of money or wealth, he does it for his own personal gain, because he feels it is the right thing to do. Still, Hiro is like those people in the fact that he doesn't settle when a life is on the line. If there is a situation where someone is threatened, he tries to find a solution in which no one is hurt or killed. He doesn't settle when it comes to human life. He knows he can save people if he tried. All he has to do...is try.
Hiro is courageous and brave. He has devoted much of his life to the needs of others more than himself, and that has transformed him into a person of integrity, a person of honor and respect, someone you could depend on to help, when no one else would lend a hand. In a world of war, it is rare to find a breed of human like Hiro, someone that would continuously try to save others instead of destroy them.
Of course, Hiro is a realist. He knows he can't save everyone, especially in war, but he also understands the impact one person can have. He knows that the world is dark, and he's here to help, to try to make it just a bit brighter.
History: Hiro was born in Caldwell, the city on the hill. He had never known his father, but knew his mother as a power swordswoman, perhaps one of the greatest in the First Empire. Asaka, she was called. She was known by her nickname as the Maiden of the Sword. She was kind, and brave. Hiro lived with his mother up until he was 6 years old. This was the first major event that occurred in his life.
It was a Sunday afternoon, his mother was with them in their home, in Caldwell. Hiro played in the backyard as his mother watched, tending to their garden. Like many times before, Hiro would witness as men would come to the house, and demand for a fight. Asaka never liked to fight in front of her son, always denying such fights at her home. She would sometime arrange for it to be fought later, perhaps in some area out of town, or when Hiro wasn’t around. In this occasion, the man that came wouldn’t take no for an answer, even breaking some property around, and threatening her son. So, Asaka fought, and like many times before, she won. The man vowed revenge for this embarrassment.
Three days later, he returned. Only he didn’t come alone. They came with fire, they came with axes, breaking and burning. Asaka told Hiro to run, and not to look back. The last image Hiro saw of his mother was dozens of men charging at her with torches and weapons, energy powered through the air.
Hiro never saw his mother again. He also never returned to Caldwell. He had planned to, absolutely. He planned for revenge, or justice against those who killed him, but the world worked in mysterious ways, and he never got that chance. Here was why: Immediately after the incident, Hiro traveled from town to town, in search of food, somewhere to stay. He stumbled one day upon a smaller village. Its name was Quaros. There, Hiro found the “Twin Suns” Dojo. He went to join it eagerly. The master in charge there, Alucar, was skeptical. He sensed the anger in Hiro, the hatred. He didn’t want Hiro to go on a path to revenge. He decided in the end to train him, to teach him in the ways of the sword, not for the purpose of revenge, but for a different purpose. For in Hiro did he not only see great sadness, but also great potential. Thus began Hiro’s new life. The life of the study of the sword. He practiced every day. Every day, he thought about killing the man who took his mother away. It burned in his mind. Then one day, after years, he found himself thinking about it a lot less. A few months later, even less. Until one day came, and Hiro remembered that incident. He didn’t remember the face of the man, and the vengeance he wanted to take. He only remembered his mother, and the undying love she showed him. He found that this dojo and it’s teaching had transformed him, not only as a swordsman, but as a person. He was no longer a boy of vengeance. He was a man of principle. A man of honor. One day, he thanked his master, and left. He had saved his life, in a way, in more than one. He had taken Hiro in, and given him purpose. Hiro could never begin to thank this man. But he knew he could try. He set off, a new goal in mind.
He was a wanderer now, a swordsman for hire, a sellsword, a mercenary. Yet he was a principled man, and honorable one. He would only give his sword to a cause he knew was worthy, and to people who really needed it. He combated the tyrannous and the bandits that followed around. He was now quite know across the lands. A nameless man, only know by his sword and his Energy. A title that befit a specter of sorts, a man who helps those in need, maybe even more than a man. A nomad who swept the lands of injustice, who safeguarded the helpless, who did no wrong, who had an oath.
He was The Wanderer.
As the war broke out, he chose no side of war, but a side of peace, joining the First Republic not as a soldier, but as a guardian, someone that could help protect rather than destroy. It pained him to do so, but he would help in whatever way he could than do nothing at all.
Power Usage: Hiro is adept in Spirit energy. His alliance to the side of purity and selflessness has gained him a place with that power. His power is used by the accumulation of that energy into his sword and body, the White Energy surrounding him, coming from deep within his body, and outpouring him like a force of energy. The outpouring of this Spirit energy remains around his body for the duration of its usage, mostly focusing around his sword. The aura of energy around his sword penetrates the weapon, the blade becoming more than just solid, but now more of a weapon of Spirit Energy, the likes of which is deadly. The blade itself can cut through most objects like wood, brick, and steel. It can be very effective against other energy too. Another benefit of the weapon its is “shockwave” ability, which causes a portion of the Spirit Energy attached to the sword to break off of the weapon upon narrowly missing a target, and thus damaging a target either way. In other words, even upon missing a target, the target can still be damaged. Thus, he is a very powerful fighter up close.
His sword can also sling waves of spirit energy at further away opponents. Although this is not as strong as close-range combat, it is particularly effective against those opponents who are long range fighters. The drawback of his ability is the extensive amount of energy it uses. He cannot keep up the ability for an extremely long time.
Just FYI I'm still interested but having to coordinate with Supervegeta since we are working on making our characters twins...
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