Noir Crépuscule Mégère

[blackcat]

Dive to the Heart

Soul

I. Where does your journey begin?

To be completely honest, I’m not exactly sure where my journey starts off. Hell, it could have already begun the moment I was born and began breathing life as a newborn infant. Though I have a strong feeling that my journey begun the moment I escaped from death’s grasp back in my home world. I screwed up very bad back there and it cost me the lives of so many people who wished to gain their freedom out of the hands of the corrupted political leaders in charge of Grigio Pierra. The rebellion didn’t turn out as I had planned and I know I regret some decisions that I had to make, the lives sacrificed to earn the justice for all human beings living in our continent, and the homes of many burning to ashes until there was nothing left but a wasteland of soot and snow. What more could have I done to have stopped chaos from blooming and flourishing any further then it did back then? I wouldn’t know…

II. What is your goal to accomplish?

Hm. That’s a bit tough of a question but to give a straight answer, I suppose now I seek out a purpose to live out my life. I know for sure I’m not going to go back to my mundane life as an aristocrat and waste my life away in luxury. Too prejudice and shallow for my taste, I’d prefer to explore and seek out a true meaning to striving out this broaden life that I have been given. Being exposed to new things around me, I can just imagine what kinds of new opportunities that can be provided for me. Heh, perhaps even score some spars here and there, instead of just having some hired moron battle you with swords at arms. Yeah, that’s what I seek, a true purpose to live out a life that has no purpose left to fulfill. What more could I loose out of this?

III. What happens if your fail your goal?

Well, I can’t really say much since my goal isn’t really a short-term deal, where you just travel into one place and then you’ve successfully accomplished your goal and then live happily ever after, you know. I’m pretty sure that there’s going to be quite a lot of cracks to easily fall into in this subtle little desire of mine, but what the heck, might as well attempt it, you never know until you’ve actually tried and experienced something. It’s not the first time I’ve actually made stupid mistakes, so I guess I could strive on with a few more to come. If worse comes to play, then might as well just accept it. Nothing much else I can do, really. Apathetic much? Nah, you can take it however the hell you want, I might as well make things pleasing and enjoyable as I please. Crappy events will come and go, but it shouldn’t be the same with happiness, I guess.

IV. What happens if you succeed in your goal?

That would be interesting. I could see a long list of possibilities popping into my mind: settling down in a home of my own somewhere else. Traveling until my feet can’t take me anywhere anymore. Having a couple of relationships here and there. Perhaps burning down cities down to the ground, come on, who knows where I’m going... Though wherever I go and whatever may happen, I’ll make it worth the experience, be it a great mistake or a rewarding feat. Father once told me that the moment you die, it’s all over, what you make and what you leave the world depends on how you go about with doing it. I remember the warmth in his eyes when he looked as me as a son when he told me that, before he stripped me from being apart of his family. Such a deceiving father that he was, yet, those words he left, I knew he meant well that one moment despite all of his lies.

V. What was one of the hardest decisions you had to make?

Turning against my family, my country, and my people. This was the ultimate price to pay for a rebellion that would change the course of history, well, for Grigio Pierra. I’d say it was worth it but to pay more then what I could afford with the aftereffects where much worse then I thought it would be. I don’t regret it, but it was definitely a hard decision to make. My family disowning me, the country torturing me and branding me a traitor, and the people who defaced me. Yeah, I deserved every horrible treatment that they gave me, but I hold no regret in doing all of the things that I have done to them. To bring forth freedom and happiness for the less fortunate then me, to see them smile before my sublime bravery and to thrive through that battlefield, I would definitely do that again.

VI. What was the biggest change in your life?

Hmm. Well, I’ve had plenty of experiencing events that changed my life quite a bit. Though I’d have to say that the biggest change in my life would be the moment I learned the secrets as to why Grigio Pierra was such a tropical paradise, whilst the other parts of the country were suffering from the cold. Greed and power consumes such feeble minds and it wasn’t long before I realized that something was stolen from the altar of one of the many important temples. Perhaps it was a curse placed upon us by the gods that the world would be consumed by a heartless winter millennium, but I always questioned as to why our little archipelago was protected by warm rays of light. It didn’t feel right even though things were comfortable and luxurious like any other noble class could have been. Despite all of the comfort, the lavishing riches, and spoiling life that I have lead while growing up, I grew bored and tiresome of such a life. Feeling very empty and very aloof. Then, when I’ve heard from my closest friend, Chara, of the reasons as to why everything here was how it was, that brought a huge realization to me. Sure, I didn’t believe it at first, but then after contemplating it all down, I could see how the reasons add up. Why I saw cold beyond the horizon and out of Grigio Pierra’s grasp, it all made sense to me and brought forth a new idea that would change my life around completely.

VII. What was the happiest time/moment in your life?

The happiest moment in my life would definitely have to be the moment I stood victorious in battle that begun a long chain of battles soon after it. I knew at that time that my cover was blown and that I was branded a traitor ever since, but that was one of the most fun I’ve ever had. I could have easily risked my head in the battlefield but I didn’t care. Just feeling the adrenaline pump into my veins as I swung my sword against my enemies and trample them down, I felt unbeatable. Arrogant much? Perhaps I was. Yet it all didn’t matter to me, I felt back then, I was ready to die for something right and honorable. To bring back something that was taken from the rest of the world. Perhaps I sound like a battle maniac gloating about how much I love fighting though I’m not really the kind that would just jump into any given battle. I hate bloodbaths and would prefer fights that serve a significant purpose. Anything else is, really, meaningless.

VIII. What was the most shocking moment in your life?

The Pierranian military found our headquarters and captured massive numbers of our men and imprisoned them until they were all killed off. The traitor was found, it was, Kori, whom I loved so dear. All of this time, she never wanted the rebellion to have gone so far and gave away our secrets, our weaponry and our strongest forces to Grigio Pierra’s military. She meant well, but her actions were soon backfired when she was captured for high treason against the government as well. Kori was sentence to be burned at the stake, in which they believed that holy fires of our goddess would purify her soul from the sins she’s committed. From that moment on, I knew that I could trust no one and that I’ve only had myself to protect. It was the most shocking truth that came over me in my entire life. All that I have worked up to accomplished, to bring forth back a world that wasn’t like it is now, what I had hoped to make, all tarnished by that woman.

IX. What was the darkest event in your life?

Watching captured comrades being burned, drowned, or tortured by the government whom was trying to prove something. The paradise that I found to be nothing more then a scene, finally open it’s curtains to show what was really behind the scenes and what was happening within this so proclaimed, blessed islands of the goddess. My closest friends who came with me at the beginning of the rebellion, all captured by the Grigio Pierra officials and brought on trial and found guilty for treason against the government. All of them suffered right before my eyes by some sort of method of torture until they all drew their last breath, proudly proclaiming of the ever-lasting rebellion.

X. What angers you the most in your life?

What angers me the most? It should be obvious. I couldn’t save anyone after the rebellion was diminished from existence. They believed that I was long forgotten and dead along with the rest of the traitors. I should be dead but no, I was saved. I couldn’t have protected those who perished in vain by the hands of the Pierranian government. All that I have devised and tried to accomplish that paradise, what our goddess would have wished to have. To bring back spring into our world so that the Pierranian didn’t hog it all. It was all wasted away by a measly betrayal.

XI. Where does your strength or determination come from?

Not really sure. I guess within my mind and my heart. I contradict with myself quite a lot; sometimes I wonder if I’ve gone totally mental with things. I’m not mad; I contemplate on things way too much for my own health. Better to be safe then sorry right? Quite funny for me to say that after nearly loosing my head in the long run of my rebellion. I wouldn’t have gotten far if I didn’t do the things that I have done during the war against the Pierranian government. So I’d say that I am quite sane and that I can manage… to certain extents. Though the overall deal with me, even if I do say that I'm giving up, I won't. Even when I'm breaking down and just finally been thrown from the edge of being saved, I won't give up.

XII. Who or what inspires you to succeed?

Chara. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have gone through with all of the things that I have done. He was always the one who put up with my nasty attitude until he finally made me see the true colors of our home. He changed me into something I wasn’t before, from the ignorant proud boy that I grew up to be into the leader that led the rebellion against the government until the very end. He stood by my side all the way until the Pierranian officials captured him and killed him off just like the rest of the rebels who were helping my cause. He was a friend, an older brother who took care of me through the rough times, and a loyal comrade who gave his life honorably to help bring back something for our cold and spring-less world. I’ll never forget Chara’s sacrifice and his bravery for staying with me until he drew his last breath.

XIII. Where does your story end?

I have no idea. Whenever and wherever. If I’d have to say where my story ends, it would have to be somewhere far away. I don’t care if it takes me a million miles away; I just want to stay as far as I can from the painful experiences, the regret, and gruesome memories of the past. I’m ready to make a new story where I’m not going to fail this time. I’ll forge a path of my own and leave behind what I have lost to make something of myself in a bigger and endless possibility universe around me. What's there to loose?

[blackcat]

General History

Noir was born into a severely structured world, a place where one's spot in society was decided at birth, where one could be ripped from one's parents because of this decision, where loyalty ruled all. This world consisted of massive cities and was densely inhabited. Once you were placed in the social status that you were designated, you stay there all of your life, and your family linage shall carry on your line within the social status neither moving up nor moving down the ladder. This world was known as Là Dessous Neige, the world in which the longest ruling season is cold and heartless winter. Noir came from a small village that went by the name of Angé, a humble little town that sat upon the coast north of the powerful country of Grigio Pierra.

Due to Angé’s strong ties with the country, they’ve agreed to align themselves with the Pierranian government so that may prosper with their trading, providing needed goods and materials. Upon this agreement, an official comes every so often to check on the new born infants, deciding where their place and taking them away from their parents to somewhere else where they believed they truly belonged in the world. When he was born, the official from Grigio Pierra had been present, just like he was at every other birth. Three hours into Noir's life, he was taken from his parents and sent to a man and woman who lived in a large estate away from the pollution, hustle, and bustle of the cities. He was taken away to only the best and one and only, Grigio Pierra. Only the extremely wealthy could afford such luxuries as their own home and land, so this was, indeed, the highest of classes. However, this class was not only known for its extreme wealth, but also its fierce enforcement of loyalty and staying in one's place.

Some ways of doing the latter were by never talking to anyone outside your caste, never eating at anywhere less than a fives star restaurant, never hurting or hindering one in your class, and other silly or trivial things.

Noir grew up like this, knowing nothing of the poverty that plagued most, including his real parents. Like most of his predicament, he believed his adoptive parents to be his real parents. He was raised by them in fancy clothes, fed fancy food, taught fancy subjects, and taken to fancy places. He was not as snobby as some of his peers, but he still held an air of disdain when he came about those lesser than him. For the longest time, pride and vanity were his vices, blanketing his personality and coating his words and actions. Due to this particular flaw, he struggled to grasp his element for it, too, was proud and would not allow itself to be handled by someone who thought himself or herself better than it. Whenever a magic professor told Noir of his flaw, a fit of rage would occur with destructive results of a priceless broken vase or a lovely painting ripped to shreds.

Fortunately, this isn’t the same Noir that would soon make history for this particular world. This Noir–proud, vain, and a bit dumb–lasted only until he reached the age of fifteen.

Then everything changed.

It took some time but eventually Noir came to realizing something while snooping around with his best friend, Chara, a fellow noble but held not a single drop of snob-ness or flaw in him. If anything close, he was a gentleman whom showed great august. He was the only loyal friend that Noir had (the only one who could put up with his pride and arrogance.) The two of them were riding chariots, racing through Grigio Pierra’s main street where festivities took place and all of the nobles and aristocrats come to shop for the latest and greatest items out that they could collect just because they could spend their money. Noir ended up within an accident and crashed his chariot into the bizarre, where foreign goods are sold within the back streets of the Main Street. He blacked out after being knocked in the back of his head with something hard.

It wasn’t until later within the dead of night as everything closed down for the night that Noir woke up. Discovering that Chara couldn’t find him. He began to panic, being that he never left his home at night any point in time in his life. Before he could let out a cry for help, he noticed that there were shady men lurking about the corners. Curiosity being his virtue, he ended up following one of them until he stopped and hid in the dark cloaked corners and listen in to what the men were talking about. It was a discussion. A plot being devised to destroy and take the powers of Fioritura, the sun kissed moon goddess’s powers, listening further into their conversation, Noir discovered the truth as to why Grigio Pierra was the only place that received sunlight while the rest of the world suffered endless winter all year around.

Back in ancient times when this world was beginning to lift up on its feet and things were flourishing all over the world. Spring was blessed beautiful and new beginnings for all, each living being could live prosperously as the warmth of the sun gifted their lands with promising gardens to grow when harvesting time came around. All felt right within the world, everyone adored the goddess and in return for their loyalty, she gave them a diamond grail in which she instructed to be never touched or removed from her shrine, or else their land would be plunged into a cold damnation.

The grail provided promising springs that brought back life into the lives of each and every inhabitant of Là Dessous Neige for the yearly seasons. Although, there were, indeed, those who conspired against the goddess, feeling that her kindness were too much for all. Her treasures didn’t belong in the hands of the poor people, and only those of nobility should be allowed to have such wonderful things that the goddess offers. This particular group was in fact the ones who crept into Fioritura’s shrine and stolen the diamond grail from the shrine’s alter.

Seeing this as an act of human defiance, the sun kissed moon goddess, cursed the world into eternal snow. The group that stole the grail escaped from the goddess’s wrath, finding an archipelago that hasn’t been touched by the curse. Using this for their advantage, they created a replica of the goddess’s shrine, except with a seal to keep her out of the shrine and placed the diamond grail within the alter to harness it’s endless seasonal spring for these chain of islands. This group of people was the very first people who acted against the goddess and eventually named the chain of islands what it was now.

Going back into the present, Noir came to discovering that the hooded people were in fact the very descendants of the same people, still protecting the diamond grail from the goddess’s grasp. But he didn’t want to believe it, he refused to accept the fact that the home that he grew up to knowing and loving was nothing more then a escape away from the sun kissed moon goddess’s wrath. He wanted to believe the stories that he grew up hearing. That Fioritura plunged the world in the cold because of human arrogance and that she blessed beautiful Grigio Pierra because it was the only place, where the people atoned for their sins and pledged their absolute loyalties towards her. So as the discussion of the grail ended for the night, luckily, Noir didn’t get caught, he went back home, continuing to live his austerity of what he wanted to believe. He didn’t want to accept it; the truth was far too esoteric for him to comprehend or so he thought.

When he had arrived home, he had been greeted with a table of hostile faces. As punishment, he was enrolled into a disciplinary camp for ill-mannered juveniles. In this sense, this camp was no different then being enlisted into a military camp. To us it may seem an overreaction, but pride can taint one's sense of justice and in this story it is no different.

Noir spent a year in the camp learning to fight and control his element, two things he had never been able to do well for lack of motivation. Here, however, it was required or the price would be his life. In that year, his pride was stripped away by numerous scenes of humiliation and the wind came to him a bit more easily. Over the next two years, he would pick up the fundamentals and even the somewhat advanced ability of Ventus Coupant. When he meet all of the requirements to atone for his actions, he was thrown out of the camp and back into his adoptive family’s arms. Noir also acquired a stronger ability by the name of Voltiger Papillon Rafalé. He was never the same Noir that they knew before. He was more obedient to their commands and orders. He came into home right on time so that he wouldn’t be punished again, he listened to what his parents told him, practiced his arts, music and studied hard in the archives to learn more about his element.

When things felt that everything would ease down, Chara came to visit and see how Noir was fairing after being torn away from any form of communication of from his friend. Chara noticed the dramatic change that it had on him and finally decided to come out with the truth. He did know about Noir lingering out in the night, he was there when he saw the hooded men talking about the diamond grail. Noir lashed out in anger to his friend, enraged that Chara didn’t come for him and proved his innocence and how he had to endure those hellish years in that gruesome camp. Chara came back at Noir, telling him that he did deserve it; he used Noir’s flaws against him, reopening old wounds that didn’t heal in Noir’s heart. It definite shut the once prided young man, who knew nothing, up from snapping any further. Chara explained that with Noir’s dramatic change, he seems much more capable to be undertaking what was soon to abrupt.

Rebellion.

Noir looked at the thought with a more open mind this time. He liked the idea. He didn’t like this society anymore, not after that hell he had to experience, no matter if he deserved it or not. He didn’t feel like he needed to deny to himself or to others. He accepted it. Fate then begun to weave its threads together as Noir discreetly tagged along with Chara and revolted a rebellion against the Pierranian government. The two forces clashed a couple of times, with Noir and Chara, leading their formed armies of rebels (those against the system of classes and the likes.) To keep their identities a secret, the two of them went under aliases. Noir was known as Black Cat and Chara was known as the Leader of the Rebellion.

The Leader of the Rebellion and Black Cat lead divided armies against the Pierranian army, ambushing them from separated sections of the country that was so scattered all over the chain of islands. The rebels from each island, driving the army into the center ring of islands, where the false shrine resided, were capturing one by own, forts. The diamond grail would have soon been within their possession. They would have been able to return the world to what it originally was. Ask for the deepest forgiveness to their goddess for such foolish trickery from those people. Tragically, that wasn’t what happened. Noir was a fatal mistake that would cost him not only, so many lives, including his closest friend’s life, but also what almost been his life.

He fell in love.

Her name was Kori. The heiress of a vast fortune from her father’s side of the family and one of the supporters of the rebels. She was a lovely lady with silver rings within her eyes and pale moonlight blonde hair. Her skin was the fairest that Noir has seen and her smile captured his attention. It didn’t take long for him to steal her kiss and eventually had with him a fiancé. Or that was what he believed. Noir believed that he was going to live happily ever after, have a family in the spring once he returned the diamond grail back to the goddess. He really thought that he had every thing he could have asked for in this life, as if the goddess herself blessed him for his good deeds.

Too bad reality was a lot crueler then what it seemed. When things all seem good for the moment, it’ll eventually turn for the worse.

It did.

When the rebels believed that they were at their victorious, the Pierranian army soon discovered how the rebel’s tactician worked out, secrets and weaponry suddenly began to run short and soon, the rebels were on the run. As Black Cat, he did his best to figure out how all of this was going about, but Chara soon announced that there was a traitor amongst the rebels. There was a spy for the Pierranian army, conspiring against them, trying to foil them so that the army could win against the rebellion. Still, the rebels went back to battle holding strong to their ground until eventually, the army trampled them mercilessly and began to capture the rebels. Noir and Chara didn’t understand how it was happening but eventually, it was too late and they were captured as well.

The truth leaked out as Kori stepped through the army and met Noir’s eyes; she explained why she betrayed him. Even though she was in love with him, her loyalty towards the government proved stronger in her then her love. The rebellion came to an abrupt halt and the rebels were soon captured. After that, the only thing he knew was extreme pain as ink was seared onto his neck in the shape of a simple white rose with a dull gray line stabbed through it with a tiny crimson river spilling gently and softly just a couple centimeters off from the rose and as once an hour a short line of white hot metal was pressed into his skin. In the end, the latter formed three lines along his chest and the former was left aching and irritated for weeks. Along with them was, Kori, whom was deemed a traitor as well. Each rebel had their specific trail against the country, sentence to various punishments, and all-leading straight into death’s grasp. Kori was burned at the stake by the holy flames. Chara received the sentence of being beheaded. As for Noir’s punishment: exile.

Then, his world was no longer his, but he was still his world's, remembered in legends as the One Who Fell From The Goddess's Hands.

He was dumped onto Traverse Town and left to wander the worlds. He has done so for a few months and has found his favorite and least favorite places. People, however, have eluded him. His pride, his outspokenness, his utter being has fled and been replaced with something so intense and angry and depressed it cannot rightfully be named. He was nothing more then a Black Cat now. He may try to fake his way into living through society but knows no matter what, he'll always be a Black Cat. Literally...

[blackcat]

Body

Name: Noir Crépuscule Mégère (a.k.a. Black Cat)

Appearance: Noir is quite a tall young man for his age, standing at a good 6’1 ft. Even though he has a moderately strong built body, his overall appearance gives him sort of a lanky look due to his slim limbs. So don’t let his slender appearance throw you off, he can pack quite a punch when he fights. Noir’s hair has oddly cut ends, with bangs that fall around and passed his eyes. From the back it goes down to the end of his neck. His hair appears to be very messy. You'll notice he plays with it a lot. He likes to flip it around, and comb it. It's always fussing with hair when it comes to Noir. The color of his hair is a deep milk chocolate brown and looks as soft as silk. His eyes are quite an interesting characteristic being that they're very relaxed and appear almost mischievous at times. Despite his eye color being a soft shade of pink-ish/magenta, he has a very strong and intense stare but his eyes tend to light up from any facial expression that his features with the emotions he gestures. His body is quite immaculate and clear but two things flaw Noir’s skin. The first is a symbol-meaning traitor tattooed on the side of his neck. The tattoo is a simple white rose with a dull gray line stabbed through it with a tiny crimson river spilling gently and softly just a couple centimeters off from the rose. The second set of markings is three long scars on his chest. The longest extends from the left end of his clavicle to just below his first right rib. The other two travel alongside it and the right is the shortest while the left is the second shortest. The marks coincide with the meaning of his tattoo. His attire mainly consists of a long sleeved, black jacket, with a tall neck, that has curvy-like designs on each side. There are two yellow buttons on each side. Around that shirt is a black belt. His bottom half are pants-simply black with black shoes. Underneath his black jacket is a white long-sleeved, button cuff shirt.

A p e a r a n c e

Personality: If one were to be within Noir’s presence, they could easily jump to the wrong conclusions. With his leering intense eyes, he tends to give off the bad boy appearance, just nothing but trouble. Perhaps that was true, because misfortune tends to befall this teen wherever he goes, even when he believes that his greatest moments are coming alive, they’re just as easily torn away from him. He’s not a very optimistic lad, but has a strong sense of realism and a down to earth sort of kindness, keeping his words together and straight to the point, never hindering off a conversation with nothing more then what needs to be said. He is extremely introverted and is very out of tune with the world. He seems very unaware of others' feelings, tending to make blunt statements and spitting out the truth at unwanted times. Despite the way he seems to be locked off from the world, his eyes are truly the portals to his soul. For this reason, they are most often closed. He is also very dignified and quick to cross. He also seems rather depressed at times, but only when his guard is down. No one truly knows him. Despite his aloofness, Noir has a kind heart and will help others where his aid is desperately needed. In the sense, his frigidness is warmed ever so slightly. He has experienced so much in the past that he doesn’t get too close with other people, only acquiring acquaintances to suit his benefit for him to survive. Yet, unknown to everyone, there lays a mischievous troublemaker interior within Noir. The very kind that one would find in a mischievous adolescent male. At random times, when he feels like his depression was dragging on for far too long, he’ll pull off lies, going by made up aliases, socializing just to meet his needs, to keep him out of loneliness. He likes to play around with dangerous substances and tends to wreck havoc wherever he pleases, just to suit the moment to his liking, no caring how things end up as a result of his trouble-making intentions. When he gets like this, he tends to just live for the moment, having a blast wherever he goes in order to keep his mind from completely breaking. To ease the pain away of the past.

Weapon: A slender rapier with a spiral design going down to the hilt where in fancy letters is engraved. The letters spell out: Artiglio.

Armor: None.

Accessory: None.

Heart

Affiliation: Unaffiliated

World: Là Dessous Neige

Là Dessous Neige is a world consisted of massive cities and was densely inhabited. It holds five major continents and eight oceans, separating and creating borders around the large continents. The main continent where Noir comes from is the Third Continent, known as Neve Fiore, famous for a special type of flower that blooms within the cold winter environment. The name itself speaks out for the most of the whole world is covered in snow. Pure sunlight was a rare gift blessed upon them when the sun kissed moon goddess, Fioritura, shines forth from the clouded gray skies before them and give them a mere season of spring. Yet it came by ever so slow and didn’t last very long to thaw out most of the snow before the cold returned once again. The only known area in this winter dressed world that actually keeps warm for a fair amount of time in the yearly seasons is the archipelago known as Grigio Pierra, a chain of beautiful scattered islands south of Neve Fiore's monstrous continent. Grigio Pierra has been kept out of the hands of the dark clouds of the cold. Unfortunately, only the extremely wealthy could afford such luxuries as their own home and land upon Grigio Pierra, so this was, indeed, the highest of classes in Neve Fiore. Its government is highly influenced by Aristocracy but created in their own style to suit their interest. In Grigio Pierra, renaissance architecture and culture was one of the prime bases to making it the beautiful and flourishing city that it is.

Race: Human

Which form will you choose?

Power of the Mystic.

I’ve never had any physical strength to fight like a warrior and I don’t have any potential to being someone like a guardian who could protect those in need. I couldn’t even protect my friends during the rebellion. I had neither strength nor power to protect them from their fate. I’ve been taught ways to manipulate the wind so I shall stick with magic to help me out in my times of need. It was, after all, the only thing I was good at doing.

What do you want outta life?

To broaden my horizons.

It’s probably the only thing I can do now. To learn of the universe around me, to seek out a true purpose for the life I’m living now, as an exiled traitor, an official black cat. I’ve failed as a rebel leader so what else is there for me to do? What more can someone like me do in a universe so large and hold a billion possibilities? I’m seeing a new road forging my path, I don’t know where the hell it’s going, but I’m taking this road anyways.

What are you so afraid of?

Being indecisive.

If anything now, I cannot stand being wrong for whatever it is that I don’t know. I don’t want to doubt my actions or my thoughts on things, be it significant or trivial. I do not wish to stall and dwindle as if I don’t have anything better to do and make it seem like I’m just going to wonder off forever for the rest of my life. I don’t want that. Whatever I do now, I want to be absolutely sure and positive with what I go with. No more doubt.

What's most important to you?

Friendship.

I didn’t realize how important it was until I’ve lost it. It taught me a valuable lesson to keep friendship close to my heart, because you don’t know when they’re going to be gone forever. If I could repay the debt that I have for my dearest friend, I would have given my life for his, but it is far too late so I will treasure what he has left for me. His friendship wouldn’t be forgotten and the ideal meaning that he gave to me will be cherished forever.

Abilities

Aeras: This skill is pretty much air manipulation. With much training provided for him during his childhood, he managed to master the art of manipulating the currents for certain and crafty techniques such as subtly gliding off of the ground for quick maneuvers, blowing gusts of wind or drawing fair amounts of energy into drawing a reasonable size hurricane against his opponent. He hasn’t fully developed all of the arts into manipulation the wind so such as the ability to suck away the air from a certain area is impossible without having any air to breathe for him as well. Also, he cannot fully sustain massive amounts of wind to create super twisters or anything of that sort.

Ventus Coupant: Channeling the wind into his blade, he can fire out ringlets of wind, sharp enough to cut through flesh, howling and violently towards his opponents as a projectile offense. Each ringlet is made out of massive amounts of air, stocked up inside so once it hits, be it a target or any other object, it combusts all of the stored up air, blowing whatever it is out of the way. Due to its massive consumption of energy and concentration of wind manipulation, it is used very conservatively. [3 post cooldown]

Voltiger Papillon Rafalé: With this particular skill, he hones his blade into a stance to channel as much power he can place and hold within his blade before releasing swarming winds shaped like butterflies fluttering in a swaying uneven current at Noir’s opponent. It has no straight shot and shifts in zigzag motions but each of the butterfly’s wings are as sharp as daggers and could leave fatal wounds if hit incessantly from the direct blow of this flow of the winds. The blades can brutally cut up anything that gets within it’s path, leaving remains to shreds. This ability can’t sustain more then a couple minutes depending on how well protected an enemy force is. Being that it is an elemental attack, it can easily be blocked or fended off if one knows how to keep it from harming them though its damage is quite lethal and dangerous to that of Noir’s ability Ventus Coupant. Its length varies from each time it is used. [5 post cooldown]

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Whooo~ I'm done. xD Tell me if there's anything that needs to be changed and I'll fix it up as soon as possible.

[Medy]

Well, that was a refreshing read. A brilliant amount of detail and a well-structured character. I'm pleased to say that this character is:

Approved, locked and moved.