Post by malus on Dec 4, 2007 18:41:39 GMT -5
Soul
This is probably the most important section of the template. This is considered to be the background or biography of your character. You must answer each question with a paragraph (no longer than that, 3 sentences at least) as this is basically forming the backbone to whether or not your character really belongs in this type of role playing environment.
I. "My Journey started from a world that was long plauged by war and death. Samurai, and soldiers of every type and race faught eachother. Friends...Family....Lovers, it was war, simple. Soon enough they created assassins, the "Shinobi" we were called. Looking back on it i laugh, we created what destroyed our world, using the techniques of generations long forgotten we created the perfect weapons, the perfect soldiers. From the time they were born they were trained, it only took so long before one of them broke, finding the one technique that was forbidden even for those men, we summoned our own doom upon us. Heartless, shadows....demons is what we called them. Our world didnt last long after that, nobody survived, the one to summon those foul demons to our plain made sure of that..... I made sure of that."
II. "My goal..you ask such a thing as if it were a mere subject to be talked about over dinner..Goals are something to be dreamed about and looked at with bewilderment and admiration. My goal is not so devine, more so it lacks that certain, divination to it. Lacks that certain good heartedness, my goal....is to be able to sleep peacefully at night."
III. "Failure?, i truely am not capable of failing my goal. As i live failure every day and night that i live, this place, this... time, its all happening becaues of mistakes made, i cant fail my goal. As im already living the failure."
IV. "Who knows, if i complete my task then maybe i can sleep at night truley, maybe...i can atone for what i have done. I should feel bad for the atrocaties committed i know, but i dont. They just appear as a mere memory to me, something to look back upon and analyize how i could've done it more efficently. More effectively, more bloody. Succees, is merley a word i envy; If it happens i will no longer have purpose, what would you do after a life time nightmare? "
V. "The hardest dicision i had to make, truley is the opposite of what one might think. From those children playing who stole that candy bar to the ones deciding weather to do drugs or not. Mine was which to kill first, the child who would no doubt cry out after seeing his mother fall lifelessly to the ground, or the mother as she would no doubt attempt to scrape my skin from my bones to protect her child. Is that hard for you?, it seemed easy the first time around, i truley wonder if it was difficult at all."
VI. "Change?... Is there such a thing?, a thing where from the exsistance i live now to what exactly?, a purpose? a normal life with children and a wife? Do i deserve such a thing?, i think not... Change was the time i was taken from the womb to realize the true attrocaties of the world, to train to become the living weapon i searve as today. Change is an illusion, a mere coincadence of events, no one changes. Not really."
VII. "It was the time i realized i no longer took orders from anyone...it was quiet, so quiet that all i could hear was the fire crackeling, i could feel the heat on my face and the blood on my hands. The smell of sulfure and rotting flesh never seemed as appealing as it did that day, knowing that the ones that attempted to send me to my death were so surprised to find my mission complete, and then spend the last second of their life wondering how i did it, before my blade plunged into their hearts."
VIII. "There is no room to be shocked in life, the moment you no longer expect the unexpected is the day your death warrent arrives. How do you expect i lived as long as i have? No, shock is something that cannot be. Everyone is better, stronger, faster, has better techniques, perfect. In every way, i however am old, slower, not flexiable enough. I am an abomonation, that no matter what, will kill...No room to be shocked."
IX. "Is there really one spot that you can see a spec of darkness? If so i cannot find it, its hard to find which area of my life was darker, being an assassin, or the leader of Genocide. I dont know how to answer this question, if a soul even exsistes, mine is black as coal, and hard as titanium, where tanks can be ripped to peices, my soul would remain, scratched, dented, but never broken...never broken."
X. "Anger? Anger is an emotion, such things cannot be expressed in battle lest your opponent feeds off them and learns how to drive a nail into your head. Half the battle is mental, give away your emotions and you've already lost. Happiness to be felt is after battle is over, knowing your still alive and everything else is gone...Anger... there is no room for such thing."
XI. "My Strenght, my strength is my wit, my brain. Its what keeps me alive and makes my opponent dead. My Determination is my will, my soul, my heart.. Little though it may be my determination is what drives me, with these keys alive and beating my exsistance will continue. With my Strength i may overcome any obstacle or go through, and with my will it presses me foward to continue this life and continue my survival. "
XII. "Peace inspires me. Though not like all those nieve little boys and girls who thing world peace is the best thing. Hugs and kisses with rainbow power never won anything, you won peace by the tip of a sword. A peaceful world were the weak may prosper is my peace, and to do that, i must first irradicate everything. A blank sheet, a new cutting board, from there life will begin anew, and though it may repeat this war vicious cycle, it may turn to peace instead. Where the weak will prosper and the wicked cease to exsist."
XIII. "The end?, there is no such thing. As long as my heart beats and my Strength and Will continue to be powered i shall continue my exsistance. I have cut many stories to their end before they ever had their climax, their amazing monument of hope and acheivment. Ive cut them down before they could be sprouted, My story ends where one finally with enough heart and will to see the true truths of the world can finally prove to me that their ideals are stronger than mine. That their will was stronger than mine...their survival, was more important than mine. But until that day my story will continue, Thousands of years have past and yet im here, continuing to cut those strings and words that make others stories....Im waiting, for someone...something....Anything."
General History
In a world wrought by war and death, a world of desease and plauge, and one by crime and hate. Soilders weere pinned against soilders, Samurai tainted so their honor no longer remained. Just warriors, with no sense of decency or kindess, no hesitation. They left their wives in the morning, never to come back in the evening; Wives lost husbands and sons, their daughters lost brothers and fathers..sometimes even their own innocence. Warriors had no decency, pillaging, drinking, fighting, and blood. All of it became useless to them, they needed something more to fight for, and so they took it, unfortnatly it came in the form of women. Daughters, mothers, teenagers, taken, forcefully; used and abused, then killed, if some where that lucky. Others to be used for the rest of the groups campaigne, no one was safe.
Most stories would have some light of hope at this point, however this one has none. Countries fell, and governments were destroyed; Chaos, and war...Thats all that remained of what once was a beautiful world, but smaller countries joined up, they created a new soilder to combat these forces. From birth, the strongest babies were taken, the healthiest. Breeding started and women were paired with the strongest men, training started the moment they could walk; Learning from techniques almost lost, from generations long past these assassins were built, underwater, on rope, on ground, on rubble, these "machines" were made to know combat on any terrain to 100% effectiveness. They could no longer be called human, enjected with nanites and small nanobots built to pause their ageing and keep they muscles and abilties and peek performance. At 5 their training reqiured them to forcibly "disengage" their parents. A kinder word for termination, though the event of course had nothing kind about it.
These men and women were created and trained, they were known as Shinobi, Ninja...but to the ones they faced. They only known them as demons, monsters and boogymen. No one was safe, weather it was a fifty or a batallion of well trained soldiers, if you were the target, you were dead. One, became chaotic however, taking his objectives and understanding of mission restrictions to an all-time high. Women, Children, Men, anything was no longer safe; One man stood in a bar, the entire bar must be burned down, and the neighborhood it was in slaughtered, they were witnessess. Witnessess talked about what they saw, and anybody that saw what he did knew his abilities and in which case became loose ends. First rule was no loose ends.
Finally, those countries that created these monsters began to realize their mistake, and in which case. Set them up, sent them to missions and informed the missions targets that they were coming, the losses on the other side were great and they lost their problematic "products", the "allied countries" found no fault in this. They were foolish in waiting however, as they saved the most chaotic for last, codename "Executioner". The best, and the worst at the same time; He had already caught on to his employeers foolish skeems, taking the mission he went into a city and decimated the entire village of civillians and the two hidden armies. His employeers were most surprised by his return, he guessed at least, the shocked looked on their faces as the entire building burned with them all alive inside was his best guess.
With this completed he continued his reign of destruction and chaos, no one was safe. And those "allied countries" realized their mistake, their facilaties were decimated and their techniques stolen. Including one that none knew how to open, the one that intentionally lead the world to their own destruction,
Summoning scrolls were rare but never unheard of, so "Executioner" grew weary of the constant battles, one by one, having to find those who hide and chase them. He decided to end it all with one deft stroke, merley a swipe of blood and some rather chaotic energy and he opened the scroll and learned its secrets, and so the world was consumed by heatless. At first they grew brave and attempted to kill their own summoner, backfiring and having their first wave of creatures slaughtered they learned their place, at his beck and call. He ordered them to irradicate everything, everyone, his planet... all of it. It took only a full year for the planet to become devoid of life, he had searched it all and found it all destroyed. He had completed his mission...Peace. When he finally unsummoned his creatures there was...a hitch. For such a long time on summoning he became almost reflex to understand the pulls it created and the natural occurance of pulling something from another plane of exsistance, unusally he felt this pull on himself, curious he decided to let go and went with the summons.
His mistake unfortnatly, as he was planning on merely living the rest of his life with nothing, he unfortnatly pulled himself into a place full of life again, but unlike his world not torn by the war he faced. It was...confusing. With his....My, decision, was to continue on in this world and perhaps find a place that was not war torn. I was wrong however...its just the same, its only hidden a little better.
Its time to whipe the slate again, time for this palce to return to the drawing bored and attempt to recreate itself in a better light. Even if he had to destroy everything once again, the Heartless would respond to him, besides...they werent as heartless as he was.
Body
Name: (Malus "Executioner")
Appearance: (Bald, No hair to grab onto in a fight. About 5'9, no need to be tall, no disadvantage to be short. Golden Eyes, slitted pupils, advantageous slitted pupil to change from daylight to night quicker and the golden color generally freaks out people. Black long coat, with studs along the shoulders, light chainmail on the side to help protect from minor projectiles. Black boots with a red silk shirt, ears slightly longer than the average joe, better hearing, canines elongigated, never know when you need to bite.)
Personality: (Calm, Cool, Collected, the image of perfect weapon. Shows nothing in battle to give away emotions for opponents to jump upon, particularly vicious to those with unmoralistic values towards women. Murder is fine, no need to rape or torture them unless you have to. Dislikes large crowds as to many people close to him causes him to conciously restrain his reflex action to go for a weapon. Speaks monotone, normal, nothing irregular, just.. boring.)
Weapon: (Everto Luguolo - A sword he is able to summon at any time. A katana made of black steel with a handel of polished and treated bone from the forearms of his enemies, surrounded by a extremely strong snake skin, has never broken, was crafted just before he summoned the heartless.
Kunai's - Multiple Kunais that he learned how to craft at age 7, razor sharp blades with a common handel wrapped with bandage for grip with a metal loop at the end of the handel better for twirling to switch grips or for throwing or traps.)
Armor: (Leather long coat(trenchcoat), Studs along the upper shoulders attatching the lining which holds a mesh of light chainmail, comes with multiple pockets for items to be hidden.Black combat boots with a small slot at the heel to be opened for storage. Red Silk shirt, extremly durable, very rarely rips from normal day wears. )
Accessory: (Kunai's- Held within his inside pockets along with a kunai and Shuriken holder on his right and left thigh.
Smoke Bombs- A small ball that when hitting a hard surface explodes on impact releasing a clear smoke substance covering a large area for a very short amount of time.
Wire - Wire used to create quick traps, trip wire, or even used to hold a person or cut their throat with.)
Heart
Affiliation: (Evil)
World: (A War torn world of death and plauge, desease and murder. Humanity grew to the point of such large differences they created warriors to do their battle for them. Malus became the ultimate creation and in the end humanities entire destruction. Summoning heartless to the world it was completly irradicated from exsistance, he went with the heartless to the Kingdom Hearts world when they were unsummoned.)
Race: ( A human that has been enjected with nanites and nanobots making him exceedingly above average. Strength, speed, sight, smell and hearing all increased drasticly.)
"Which form will you choose?"
(Power of the Warrior)
A) Power of the Warrior.
B) Power of the Mystic.
C) Power of the Guardian.
"What do you want outta life?"
(To be Strong)
A) To see rare sights.
B) To broaden my horizons.
C) To be strong.
"What are you so afraid of?"
(Being Indecisive- Indecivisiveness can get you killed on the battlefield, and can cost you allies or even your own life. Fear not so much, but always to be quick and never indecisive.)
A) Getting old.
B) Being different.
C) Being indecisive.
"What's most important to you?"
(My Prized Possessions remind me of what life used to be and was, i can never go back to that and refuse another world to reach that level of war and hate. Destroying it if i must it will never reach that point.)
A) Being number one.
B) Friendship.
C) My prize possessions.
Abilities: (Create your first 3 Abilities. LIST them with the Ability's name and a description of what each Ability does. As you buy more, this list will be expanded upon.)
The Will to Overcome - Due to the extensive training Malus recieved since the time he could walk until he slaughtered his makers, and due to the training he has continued for thousands of years he has become effective in all terrains. From walking on water to walking up trees and walls, he has come to the point where he can effectivly battle on any terain offered, be it in the middle of a blizzard he will walk on snow, or on thin sheets of ice where others would commonly fall through, with this training he has reached a gravity defying level weather it be jumping up tall buildings or having to use multiple jumps to do so, almost no building is incapable of Malus reaching the top of. In combination with his will and his nanobots inplanted into him as a child his breathing has also slowed as his lungs are fed by nanobots for moments. Thus while underwater or being strangeled or in airtight rooms his requirements of air have reached a much higher ability, his oxygen capacity, or rather the length in time he can go without breathing is an hour, of course with battle his stamina and in which his concentration of oxygen may be a bit more forced thus cutting this time down dramatically depending on his exaustion.
Nano Regeneration - With the injection of nanobots from youth they were speceffically created for perfection, the regeneration they do is extenseive. Ripped muscles repaired in moments for maxiumum trainin effective ness, aging effects stopped completly, regeneration of organs and damaged cells. Effectively immortal, however of course massive damage is still to much for the Nanobots to regenerate, thus in battle they restrict themselves to regenerating minor things, burns, small cuts, and they cause clots to stop bleeding. Healing in small ammounts until the strain of battle is no longer there thus allowing full regeneration to kick in, repairing organs and other such things. In battle this heals minor things first, small cuts, exaustion, burns, anything small it can fix it begisn to work on that, however if only major wounds are left they begin to rejenerate. Any regeneration is not instantanious and thus it could take hours for a major wound to close, thus massive burns of third degree may only be considered second degree burn after minutes where as a deep slash from a sword to the chest would take hours to heal fully.
Dance of the Heartless - Summoning the heartless to his own world he learned a few things, one being a deadly dance that creates a deadly dance of illusionary beasts. 3 Shadowy shapes take form seemingly sliding away from Malus's body and they all form into him completly. It is used in combination with the "Everto Luguolo" his sword. Moving at high speeds they begin their deadly dance of blades, due to the high quality of the illusion the blades hitting the opponent seem real as it tricks their brain into belive it is wounded thus feeling pain but seeing no wound. The only wound would appear from the real Malus, in order to make the illusions dissapear they must ethier destroy them by making contact that would be a deadly move. (I.e. slash to the chest, Blood loss, Decapitation, etc..) The illusion will merley fall way into a shadowy nothingness, this techinque lasts for 5 posts or until the creatures are destroyed and with such has a cooldown of 5 posts.
Special Abilities: (Abilities that do not count toward your maximum total amount of Abilities. This section is only to be touched by staff.)
Summons: (Summons you own/bought. This section is only to be touched by staff.)
Items: [Items you have bought/earned. This section is only to be touched by staff.)
Other
- Malus wears weights in his clothing, he channels mystical energies into the weights in order to weigh his body down and in which case when he removes these weights by swiping blood across a seal on his wrist they release and drop to the ground no longer weighing his body the lack of ristriction, increases his speed and strength twice what it normally was, to an average human he would be hard to react to, and his strength could smash through a cinder block with ease.
- Immortality, Malus is immortal age wise, after he reached a certain age he stopped aging due to nanite programming, the nanites continue to regnerate his individual cells and organs if needed to make sure they are 100% effective. Though he may look in his 60s or 70s he is as youthful and strong without his abilites as a 20 year old.
This is probably the most important section of the template. This is considered to be the background or biography of your character. You must answer each question with a paragraph (no longer than that, 3 sentences at least) as this is basically forming the backbone to whether or not your character really belongs in this type of role playing environment.
I. "My Journey started from a world that was long plauged by war and death. Samurai, and soldiers of every type and race faught eachother. Friends...Family....Lovers, it was war, simple. Soon enough they created assassins, the "Shinobi" we were called. Looking back on it i laugh, we created what destroyed our world, using the techniques of generations long forgotten we created the perfect weapons, the perfect soldiers. From the time they were born they were trained, it only took so long before one of them broke, finding the one technique that was forbidden even for those men, we summoned our own doom upon us. Heartless, shadows....demons is what we called them. Our world didnt last long after that, nobody survived, the one to summon those foul demons to our plain made sure of that..... I made sure of that."
II. "My goal..you ask such a thing as if it were a mere subject to be talked about over dinner..Goals are something to be dreamed about and looked at with bewilderment and admiration. My goal is not so devine, more so it lacks that certain, divination to it. Lacks that certain good heartedness, my goal....is to be able to sleep peacefully at night."
III. "Failure?, i truely am not capable of failing my goal. As i live failure every day and night that i live, this place, this... time, its all happening becaues of mistakes made, i cant fail my goal. As im already living the failure."
IV. "Who knows, if i complete my task then maybe i can sleep at night truley, maybe...i can atone for what i have done. I should feel bad for the atrocaties committed i know, but i dont. They just appear as a mere memory to me, something to look back upon and analyize how i could've done it more efficently. More effectively, more bloody. Succees, is merley a word i envy; If it happens i will no longer have purpose, what would you do after a life time nightmare? "
V. "The hardest dicision i had to make, truley is the opposite of what one might think. From those children playing who stole that candy bar to the ones deciding weather to do drugs or not. Mine was which to kill first, the child who would no doubt cry out after seeing his mother fall lifelessly to the ground, or the mother as she would no doubt attempt to scrape my skin from my bones to protect her child. Is that hard for you?, it seemed easy the first time around, i truley wonder if it was difficult at all."
VI. "Change?... Is there such a thing?, a thing where from the exsistance i live now to what exactly?, a purpose? a normal life with children and a wife? Do i deserve such a thing?, i think not... Change was the time i was taken from the womb to realize the true attrocaties of the world, to train to become the living weapon i searve as today. Change is an illusion, a mere coincadence of events, no one changes. Not really."
VII. "It was the time i realized i no longer took orders from anyone...it was quiet, so quiet that all i could hear was the fire crackeling, i could feel the heat on my face and the blood on my hands. The smell of sulfure and rotting flesh never seemed as appealing as it did that day, knowing that the ones that attempted to send me to my death were so surprised to find my mission complete, and then spend the last second of their life wondering how i did it, before my blade plunged into their hearts."
VIII. "There is no room to be shocked in life, the moment you no longer expect the unexpected is the day your death warrent arrives. How do you expect i lived as long as i have? No, shock is something that cannot be. Everyone is better, stronger, faster, has better techniques, perfect. In every way, i however am old, slower, not flexiable enough. I am an abomonation, that no matter what, will kill...No room to be shocked."
IX. "Is there really one spot that you can see a spec of darkness? If so i cannot find it, its hard to find which area of my life was darker, being an assassin, or the leader of Genocide. I dont know how to answer this question, if a soul even exsistes, mine is black as coal, and hard as titanium, where tanks can be ripped to peices, my soul would remain, scratched, dented, but never broken...never broken."
X. "Anger? Anger is an emotion, such things cannot be expressed in battle lest your opponent feeds off them and learns how to drive a nail into your head. Half the battle is mental, give away your emotions and you've already lost. Happiness to be felt is after battle is over, knowing your still alive and everything else is gone...Anger... there is no room for such thing."
XI. "My Strenght, my strength is my wit, my brain. Its what keeps me alive and makes my opponent dead. My Determination is my will, my soul, my heart.. Little though it may be my determination is what drives me, with these keys alive and beating my exsistance will continue. With my Strength i may overcome any obstacle or go through, and with my will it presses me foward to continue this life and continue my survival. "
XII. "Peace inspires me. Though not like all those nieve little boys and girls who thing world peace is the best thing. Hugs and kisses with rainbow power never won anything, you won peace by the tip of a sword. A peaceful world were the weak may prosper is my peace, and to do that, i must first irradicate everything. A blank sheet, a new cutting board, from there life will begin anew, and though it may repeat this war vicious cycle, it may turn to peace instead. Where the weak will prosper and the wicked cease to exsist."
XIII. "The end?, there is no such thing. As long as my heart beats and my Strength and Will continue to be powered i shall continue my exsistance. I have cut many stories to their end before they ever had their climax, their amazing monument of hope and acheivment. Ive cut them down before they could be sprouted, My story ends where one finally with enough heart and will to see the true truths of the world can finally prove to me that their ideals are stronger than mine. That their will was stronger than mine...their survival, was more important than mine. But until that day my story will continue, Thousands of years have past and yet im here, continuing to cut those strings and words that make others stories....Im waiting, for someone...something....Anything."
General History
In a world wrought by war and death, a world of desease and plauge, and one by crime and hate. Soilders weere pinned against soilders, Samurai tainted so their honor no longer remained. Just warriors, with no sense of decency or kindess, no hesitation. They left their wives in the morning, never to come back in the evening; Wives lost husbands and sons, their daughters lost brothers and fathers..sometimes even their own innocence. Warriors had no decency, pillaging, drinking, fighting, and blood. All of it became useless to them, they needed something more to fight for, and so they took it, unfortnatly it came in the form of women. Daughters, mothers, teenagers, taken, forcefully; used and abused, then killed, if some where that lucky. Others to be used for the rest of the groups campaigne, no one was safe.
Most stories would have some light of hope at this point, however this one has none. Countries fell, and governments were destroyed; Chaos, and war...Thats all that remained of what once was a beautiful world, but smaller countries joined up, they created a new soilder to combat these forces. From birth, the strongest babies were taken, the healthiest. Breeding started and women were paired with the strongest men, training started the moment they could walk; Learning from techniques almost lost, from generations long past these assassins were built, underwater, on rope, on ground, on rubble, these "machines" were made to know combat on any terrain to 100% effectiveness. They could no longer be called human, enjected with nanites and small nanobots built to pause their ageing and keep they muscles and abilties and peek performance. At 5 their training reqiured them to forcibly "disengage" their parents. A kinder word for termination, though the event of course had nothing kind about it.
These men and women were created and trained, they were known as Shinobi, Ninja...but to the ones they faced. They only known them as demons, monsters and boogymen. No one was safe, weather it was a fifty or a batallion of well trained soldiers, if you were the target, you were dead. One, became chaotic however, taking his objectives and understanding of mission restrictions to an all-time high. Women, Children, Men, anything was no longer safe; One man stood in a bar, the entire bar must be burned down, and the neighborhood it was in slaughtered, they were witnessess. Witnessess talked about what they saw, and anybody that saw what he did knew his abilities and in which case became loose ends. First rule was no loose ends.
Finally, those countries that created these monsters began to realize their mistake, and in which case. Set them up, sent them to missions and informed the missions targets that they were coming, the losses on the other side were great and they lost their problematic "products", the "allied countries" found no fault in this. They were foolish in waiting however, as they saved the most chaotic for last, codename "Executioner". The best, and the worst at the same time; He had already caught on to his employeers foolish skeems, taking the mission he went into a city and decimated the entire village of civillians and the two hidden armies. His employeers were most surprised by his return, he guessed at least, the shocked looked on their faces as the entire building burned with them all alive inside was his best guess.
With this completed he continued his reign of destruction and chaos, no one was safe. And those "allied countries" realized their mistake, their facilaties were decimated and their techniques stolen. Including one that none knew how to open, the one that intentionally lead the world to their own destruction,
Summoning scrolls were rare but never unheard of, so "Executioner" grew weary of the constant battles, one by one, having to find those who hide and chase them. He decided to end it all with one deft stroke, merley a swipe of blood and some rather chaotic energy and he opened the scroll and learned its secrets, and so the world was consumed by heatless. At first they grew brave and attempted to kill their own summoner, backfiring and having their first wave of creatures slaughtered they learned their place, at his beck and call. He ordered them to irradicate everything, everyone, his planet... all of it. It took only a full year for the planet to become devoid of life, he had searched it all and found it all destroyed. He had completed his mission...Peace. When he finally unsummoned his creatures there was...a hitch. For such a long time on summoning he became almost reflex to understand the pulls it created and the natural occurance of pulling something from another plane of exsistance, unusally he felt this pull on himself, curious he decided to let go and went with the summons.
His mistake unfortnatly, as he was planning on merely living the rest of his life with nothing, he unfortnatly pulled himself into a place full of life again, but unlike his world not torn by the war he faced. It was...confusing. With his....My, decision, was to continue on in this world and perhaps find a place that was not war torn. I was wrong however...its just the same, its only hidden a little better.
Its time to whipe the slate again, time for this palce to return to the drawing bored and attempt to recreate itself in a better light. Even if he had to destroy everything once again, the Heartless would respond to him, besides...they werent as heartless as he was.
Body
Name: (Malus "Executioner")
Appearance: (Bald, No hair to grab onto in a fight. About 5'9, no need to be tall, no disadvantage to be short. Golden Eyes, slitted pupils, advantageous slitted pupil to change from daylight to night quicker and the golden color generally freaks out people. Black long coat, with studs along the shoulders, light chainmail on the side to help protect from minor projectiles. Black boots with a red silk shirt, ears slightly longer than the average joe, better hearing, canines elongigated, never know when you need to bite.)
Personality: (Calm, Cool, Collected, the image of perfect weapon. Shows nothing in battle to give away emotions for opponents to jump upon, particularly vicious to those with unmoralistic values towards women. Murder is fine, no need to rape or torture them unless you have to. Dislikes large crowds as to many people close to him causes him to conciously restrain his reflex action to go for a weapon. Speaks monotone, normal, nothing irregular, just.. boring.)
Weapon: (Everto Luguolo - A sword he is able to summon at any time. A katana made of black steel with a handel of polished and treated bone from the forearms of his enemies, surrounded by a extremely strong snake skin, has never broken, was crafted just before he summoned the heartless.
Kunai's - Multiple Kunais that he learned how to craft at age 7, razor sharp blades with a common handel wrapped with bandage for grip with a metal loop at the end of the handel better for twirling to switch grips or for throwing or traps.)
Armor: (Leather long coat(trenchcoat), Studs along the upper shoulders attatching the lining which holds a mesh of light chainmail, comes with multiple pockets for items to be hidden.Black combat boots with a small slot at the heel to be opened for storage. Red Silk shirt, extremly durable, very rarely rips from normal day wears. )
Accessory: (Kunai's- Held within his inside pockets along with a kunai and Shuriken holder on his right and left thigh.
Smoke Bombs- A small ball that when hitting a hard surface explodes on impact releasing a clear smoke substance covering a large area for a very short amount of time.
Wire - Wire used to create quick traps, trip wire, or even used to hold a person or cut their throat with.)
Heart
Affiliation: (Evil)
World: (A War torn world of death and plauge, desease and murder. Humanity grew to the point of such large differences they created warriors to do their battle for them. Malus became the ultimate creation and in the end humanities entire destruction. Summoning heartless to the world it was completly irradicated from exsistance, he went with the heartless to the Kingdom Hearts world when they were unsummoned.)
Race: ( A human that has been enjected with nanites and nanobots making him exceedingly above average. Strength, speed, sight, smell and hearing all increased drasticly.)
"Which form will you choose?"
(Power of the Warrior)
A) Power of the Warrior.
B) Power of the Mystic.
C) Power of the Guardian.
"What do you want outta life?"
(To be Strong)
A) To see rare sights.
B) To broaden my horizons.
C) To be strong.
"What are you so afraid of?"
(Being Indecisive- Indecivisiveness can get you killed on the battlefield, and can cost you allies or even your own life. Fear not so much, but always to be quick and never indecisive.)
A) Getting old.
B) Being different.
C) Being indecisive.
"What's most important to you?"
(My Prized Possessions remind me of what life used to be and was, i can never go back to that and refuse another world to reach that level of war and hate. Destroying it if i must it will never reach that point.)
A) Being number one.
B) Friendship.
C) My prize possessions.
Abilities: (Create your first 3 Abilities. LIST them with the Ability's name and a description of what each Ability does. As you buy more, this list will be expanded upon.)
The Will to Overcome - Due to the extensive training Malus recieved since the time he could walk until he slaughtered his makers, and due to the training he has continued for thousands of years he has become effective in all terrains. From walking on water to walking up trees and walls, he has come to the point where he can effectivly battle on any terain offered, be it in the middle of a blizzard he will walk on snow, or on thin sheets of ice where others would commonly fall through, with this training he has reached a gravity defying level weather it be jumping up tall buildings or having to use multiple jumps to do so, almost no building is incapable of Malus reaching the top of. In combination with his will and his nanobots inplanted into him as a child his breathing has also slowed as his lungs are fed by nanobots for moments. Thus while underwater or being strangeled or in airtight rooms his requirements of air have reached a much higher ability, his oxygen capacity, or rather the length in time he can go without breathing is an hour, of course with battle his stamina and in which his concentration of oxygen may be a bit more forced thus cutting this time down dramatically depending on his exaustion.
Nano Regeneration - With the injection of nanobots from youth they were speceffically created for perfection, the regeneration they do is extenseive. Ripped muscles repaired in moments for maxiumum trainin effective ness, aging effects stopped completly, regeneration of organs and damaged cells. Effectively immortal, however of course massive damage is still to much for the Nanobots to regenerate, thus in battle they restrict themselves to regenerating minor things, burns, small cuts, and they cause clots to stop bleeding. Healing in small ammounts until the strain of battle is no longer there thus allowing full regeneration to kick in, repairing organs and other such things. In battle this heals minor things first, small cuts, exaustion, burns, anything small it can fix it begisn to work on that, however if only major wounds are left they begin to rejenerate. Any regeneration is not instantanious and thus it could take hours for a major wound to close, thus massive burns of third degree may only be considered second degree burn after minutes where as a deep slash from a sword to the chest would take hours to heal fully.
Dance of the Heartless - Summoning the heartless to his own world he learned a few things, one being a deadly dance that creates a deadly dance of illusionary beasts. 3 Shadowy shapes take form seemingly sliding away from Malus's body and they all form into him completly. It is used in combination with the "Everto Luguolo" his sword. Moving at high speeds they begin their deadly dance of blades, due to the high quality of the illusion the blades hitting the opponent seem real as it tricks their brain into belive it is wounded thus feeling pain but seeing no wound. The only wound would appear from the real Malus, in order to make the illusions dissapear they must ethier destroy them by making contact that would be a deadly move. (I.e. slash to the chest, Blood loss, Decapitation, etc..) The illusion will merley fall way into a shadowy nothingness, this techinque lasts for 5 posts or until the creatures are destroyed and with such has a cooldown of 5 posts.
Special Abilities: (Abilities that do not count toward your maximum total amount of Abilities. This section is only to be touched by staff.)
Summons: (Summons you own/bought. This section is only to be touched by staff.)
Items: [Items you have bought/earned. This section is only to be touched by staff.)
Other
- Malus wears weights in his clothing, he channels mystical energies into the weights in order to weigh his body down and in which case when he removes these weights by swiping blood across a seal on his wrist they release and drop to the ground no longer weighing his body the lack of ristriction, increases his speed and strength twice what it normally was, to an average human he would be hard to react to, and his strength could smash through a cinder block with ease.
- Immortality, Malus is immortal age wise, after he reached a certain age he stopped aging due to nanite programming, the nanites continue to regnerate his individual cells and organs if needed to make sure they are 100% effective. Though he may look in his 60s or 70s he is as youthful and strong without his abilites as a 20 year old.