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Human:
Name: Luke Reynard
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Element: Poison
House: Nidhogg
Description: Luke is tall, standing at around six feet in height. He is pale in complexion, and relatively skinny, weighing a mere 136 lbs. He has little muscle to speak of, though what he does carry upon his arms can be seen only when he flexes. His kind, blue eyes appear purple depending on how the light reflects off of them. His hair is jet black in color, though violet streaks are scattered throughout. It is shaggy, side bangs hovering over his eyebrows, with the bulk of his hair falling below his ears, the back reaching just two inches above his shoulders (think Lelouch's style from Code Geass). Luke's smile appears kind and well-meaning, though more intuitive people would be able to pick up on its hidden malice. He dresses rather nicely, wearing a white, button down collared shirt with a black blazer overtop of it. The blazer is always worn buttoned. Around his neck, he wears a violet tie. His legs are covered by black dress pants, and black dress shoes encase his feet. However, he is occasionally seen wearing a black, three-quarter length sleeve polo, and light blue jeans. Both outfits make him appear rather formal, though he isn't really. What most people are unaware of is that Luke's eyesight isn't the greatest, as he always has his contacts in. However, he does own a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses that he wears around his house when he knows no one else is there to see him. Upon his hip rests his weapon - a poison-tipped rapier.
Personality: While Luke initially gives off the air of a cool, suave teenager, that is not at all the case. Luke is incredibly smart, which leads him to be somewhat boastful and arrogant. He honestly believes that he is better than most people he meets. He will judge anyone within seconds of meeting them, and if they don't live up to his high standards, he will begin to look down upon them. This has resulted in Luke not having very many friends at all. He does, however, confide in his brother when the need arises. Luke has a slightly paranoid side to him, and isn't the type to trust others very easily. Because he is inherently intelligent, Luke believes he is always right, even if he proposes the most absurd idea. He doesn't like people who insist on touching him, and will bluntly tell them this. He speaks his mind in all situations, whether it's telling someone they're stupid, or informing a woman that yes, she does indeed look fat in those jeans. However, due to his relatively good looks and intelligent brain, he can usually rectify the situation if the problem arises. Luke is clever and cunning, and will sometimes play dirty to win. After all, if he thinks up a brilliant plan, he is merely using the tools he was given, i.e. his brain. He is extremely calm and is not quick to snap at others. Despite this, he will do anything for his brother, no matter the cost.
History: Luke Reynard was born to Dahlia and Richard Reynard, residents of New York City. His father had been a skilled fencer back in the day, and occasionally brought his epée down to practice. They were incredibly wealthy, and Luke was given all the opportunities in the world. He was spoiled for the first year of his life, though, it was admittedly a lonely life. He was given company a year later when his parents birthed another child, a baby boy named Jordan. While most children would have resisted a new arrival into the family, Luke welcomed Jordan's arrival. Both boys were loved equally, there was no favoritism as there sometimes is between siblings. Luke took on the role of the older brother almost instantly, and would protect Jordan from any danger that could befall him. When Luke turned four, Dahlia and Richard would leave for hours at a time, hiring a babysitter to keep watch over the boys. This girl was not exceptionally good at what she did, and often spent the duration of the night on the phone with her boyfriend. Her inattentiveness led to what could have been a disaster.
One saturday evening, while their babysitter was busy on the phone, three-year-old Jordan wandered to the edge of the stairs to retrieve a ball that had rolled out of their playroom. When he bent to pick it up, he slipped and tumbled down the flight of stairs, coming to a halt on the landing. The loud thump that the accident made, along with Luke's shrill wailing, got her attention, and the boy was rushed to the hospital. His injuries weren't too severe, but he wasn't released until a week later. Jordan has no recollection of this. Luke blamed himself for not keeping a closer eye on his brother, and has since never let Jordan wander too far out of his sight. Needless to say, that babysitter was not hired again.
Growing up was no easy task for the brothers. Jordan was often picked on for being slightly smaller and frailer than most boys his age, though the bullies that plagued him were soon taken care of by Luke. The two attended an uptight, private high school after that, where the bullies weren't as prevalent. It was there that Luke found his first girlfriend, a small blonde by the name of May. The two were serious throughout their sophomore year, leaving Jordan to fend for himself. When Luke broke it off after discovering that May had recently received an 'A-' on a test, he instantly felt awful about the neglect he had shown to Jordan.
Midway through sophomore year, Luke's father taught him how to fence. Quite dextrous by nature, Luke picked it up easily, and soon became skilled with a rapier. It was then that Antimony appeared to him. Initially, Luke tried to slay the beast, but Antimony soon proved to be too much for him to handle. The two became companions after a day-long negotiation. Luke is now at Draconia to further hone his skills.
Meanwhile, Jordan began to study in his mother's library, discovering books filled with spells. Weeks passed, as he slowly taught himself white magic. His dragon, Nimbus, revealed herself to be the one who had prevented his death after the accident. Jordan merely gave her a quizzical expression. It was then that she realized that he didn't remember the incident.
Weapon: Luke carries a poison-tipped rapier. Approximately one-third of the blade has been dipped in Acrimony's venom. The blade is approximately one meter in length, and two centimeters in width. The hilt of the rapier is designed intricately, spiraling around Luke's hand in order to protect it. The handle is topped with a rose, and the part that encircles Luke's hand looks like a rose vine. The rapier is used mostly for stabbing, but the edges have been sharpened as well, so it may double as a slashing weapon.
Other: (Anything else)
Dragon:
Name: Acrimony
Gender: Male
Description: Click
Personality: Like his master, Acrimony is cunning and clever. Being a dragon, however, he is uninhibited by the emotion of paranoia, allowing him to act as the voice of reason in situations. Acrimony is intelligent, as can be expected from a dragon that Luke associates with. He is relentless in battle, though he often prefers to negotiate, much like Luke. Acrimony and Luke get along swimmingly, and often find themselves engaged in an intellectual battle of wits. The two will occasionally argue, as both are too stubborn to admit that they're wrong, but the bond between them runs deep, and a moment's spat isn't enough to break it.
Other: He can spray a poison mist from his mouth. When he needs to stay hidden, he transforms into
this form, where he is about the size of a stuffed animal, and carted around in Luke's arms.
RP Sample:
Trainer Kat - Kansas' Pokémon Heroes said:
The sun was beating down on Pacifidlog that day. The hustle and bustle of both tourists and locals alike hung in the air. Waves lapped against the docks, gently misting whoever happened to be standing near the water at the time. At this time of day, the docks were usually unoccupied. This day would have been no different, if not for one boy serenely sprawled out upon the wood, a red apple clutched tightly in his fist. Jett Donnovan brought his hand up to his chest. Rather than taking a bite from the fruit, he released it into the air, catching it as it spiraled down to him. Once again, the apple took an unwanted flight before finding itself safely nestled into Jett's palm. The boy shut his grey-black eyes, putting passers-by under the impression that he was perhaps sunbathing on the docks. One look at his skin would tell a different story, however. Jett was white as a sheet, the ebony of his hair in sharp contrast with the rest of his body. His clothes looked like those that would be worn to a formal occasion. Black dress pants ran down his legs, fading away as his shoes came into view. It couldn't be said whether or not he wore socks. His ankles were never visible.
Jett released a heavy sigh as he brought the apple to his lips and took a bite. He had impulsively taken a trip to Pacifidlog, stumbling out of the ship that had carried him across the sea mere hours ago. It was then that he had made a beeline for the dock, and it was there that he stayed. His reasons for the spontaneous travel plans would remain hidden. It wasn't like he had anyone to tell, anyway. Truthfully, his former best friend had always longed to travel to Pacifidlog, and, after his untimely death, Jett vowed to take the trip for both of them. A single tear rolled down his cheek, though it didn't stay there for long. He swiftly wiped it away. It wasn't the first tear he'd shed over Akihiko, not by a long shot. Once more, he tossed the apple upwards, catching it and taking his second bite. The sweet scent of the fruit brought tears to his eyes. Sitting up, he turned towards the water and flung the apple outwards. It sailed a ways away, finally landing with a plop in the middle of the sea, bobbing there for a minute before sinking to the bottom.
"Dammit, Akihiko," Jett muttered, bringing his knees to his chest and encircling them with his arms. With his left hand, he wiped his face, though the tears wouldn't stop flowing. "I'm sorry…" he whimpered, burying his face in his knees. He cried silently for a few minutes, chest heaving as his eyes pumped out small droplets of water. When he could cry no more, he stood, wiping his face with his sleeves. With that, he left his former place of rest, making his way up the rows of shops that lined the marketplace. Jett's eyes retained a light pink hue, a vestige of his brief incident moments ago. Tourists perused the shops' wares, squabbling over what souvenirs to bring home. The trifling arguments elicited a dramatic eye roll from Jett. There were bigger things to worry about than what to buy little Suzie for her birthday.
A light aroma wafted through the air, redolent of Jett's seventh birthday. Cupcakes, admittedly more beautiful than Akihiko's disheveled creation, lined the cases of a bakery. An elderly woman was standing behind the counter, attempting to coerce tourists into buying "the best sweets in Pacifidlog". Clearly, the food was made with no love, or people would buy them of their own accord. Jett's terminus was the Pokémon Center a few feet away. Ordinary trainers would have entered and kicked back, perhaps ordered some food while they waited for their Pokémon to recover, but not Jett. His Pokémon had been healed before his trip to Pacifidlog, and he hadn't participated in a battle since then. Rather than go in and be somewhere he didn't need to, he took a seat on the edge of the dock, across from the Center. The waves lightly lapped the toe of his shoes. Without thought of anything else, Jett stared out towards the horizon, eyes locked on the point where the water blended into the sky.
2nd Character:
Human:
Name: Jordan Reynard
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Element: Light
House: Coca
Description: While not Luke's twin, the two brothers bear a shocking resemblance to one another. Jordan is slightly smaller than Luke, reaching 5'9" in height, and weighing a mere 121 lbs. Jordan has no muscles to speak of, absolutely none. He is quite lanky, and not very strong at all, rendering him unfit for battle. He's rather attractive in the face, despite not being built like your typical boy. He has the same pallid complexion as his brother, dark ebony hair in shocking contrast to the alabaster of his skin. His hair is styled in the
exact same fashion as Luke's, though one major difference is to be noted. Rather than containing thin purple streaks throughout, his hair is a solid black hue, save one portion - his bangs are dyed a light pink color. His eyes are a deep cyan, though they occasionally show flecks of pink. He wears a white button-down tee shirt, as well as a grey sweater. He wears brown pants. His outfit is the same as
this one.
Personality: Jordan may very well be one of the nicest people in existance. He is extraordinarily kind, and would do anything to help another out, be they friend or otherwise. A kind smile seems permanently plastered onto his sweet face. His only downfall is that he is incredibly naive, having always been sheltered by his brother Luke. Jordan is very innocent, and his mind has not been tainted by thoughts of war, nor women. In fact, sometimes Luke is sure that Jordan is unaware as to how babies are made! Jordan detests fighting in any sense, and will do whatever he can to avoid harming anyone. If the need arises, however, he will be quite determined. Jordan is strong-willed, and often is his brother's support. He genuinely cares for other people, and will worry himself sick if he feels something is wrong.
History: See Luke's history.
Weapon: Jordan doesn't actually own a weapon in the traditional sense of the word. No matter where he goes, he carries a thick book with him. With a faded brown cover and thin, crumpled pages, the book is often mistaken for a bible. However, this is Jordan's book of spells, and he channels all his energy through the book. He isn't able to perform much in the way of attack magic, but he has the ability to heal the wounded (only to an extent, mind you), and casts assist spells, such as blinding the enemy. One of his specialties is creating antidotes. In this way, Jordan actually serves as the counter to his brother, as he is able to cure the poison Luke inflicts.
Other: Due to his small frame, and lack of fat, Jordan catches colds quite easily. During battle, he is
always perched atop Nimbus, as he is too vulnerable on his own.
Dragon:
Name: Nimbus
Gender: Female
Description: Click
Personality: Despite her gruff outward appearance, Nimbus is a kind, graceful dragon. She is quick to help others. However, she does have a small bit of a lust for battle. She's intelligent, perhaps because she's far more observant than Jordan, so she is forced to act as his brain at times. She's clever and usually can devise a strategy to win. Nimbus is overprotective of Jordan, though less so than Luke and Acrimony.
Other: She functions mostly as Jordan's vehicle and brain, and seldom actually participates in fights.