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Basic info
Name: Esoric Tavendash
Age: 38
Birthday: Came into the world at October 15th.
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 185 pounds
Face Claim: takeshi tatsumi -giant killing
Stats
STR: 5
DEF: 3
RES: 3
SPT: 1
Aura 50|250 HP
Personality
Group: Professor; Physical Education/ Sports Coach
Likes:
Go-Getters: He likes them because it makes you go far in the world, yet is wise enough to see that it's sometimes dangerous to be a go-getter.
Sports: Been in them most of his reasonably short life, taken a liking to them over that time period.
Himself: He's not a narcissist, but he likes himself enough to not get pulled down by those who suggest that he's less then okay. He understands improvement is always there.
Winning: While not as much as before, he still likes winning. He used to be super competitive, playing multiple sports and pushing his body to it's limit. He laughs at that idea now, but he never talks to it about anyone.
Future: He likes the future, as it's open and broad. Not even he knows what's going to happen.
His EPTSTW(Evil Plan To Save The World): While not a psychopath, he wants to get rid of things like White Fang, any rouge groups and make it easier for people to enjoy sports. This means, he is not afraid of fighting dirty to achieve his goals. Although this is a secondary thing to doing whatever it would be at the moment that he's set his mind on.
Dislikes:
Unneeded Prejudice: Widely atoned to the hate of fanus, he despises unneeded hate of people and things.
Dairy Products: He's Lactose Intolerant, has been from childhood.
Taking credit: He hates taking credit for something he never, ever did.
Using his weapon: He hates using the gun he keeps inside his coat, but keeps it there none the less.
Fears:
Dying from some kind of incurable illness.
People figuring out what happened in his past, for reasons only he himself knows.
Having to be open to someone.
Overall Personality: Always one to cheer others up by using motivation phrases and a quick smile, Esoric is considered to be a very idiosyncratic individual. He always plays to his own beat, walks to his own drum. He's rather hard to predict, and that's not because of some kind of high level of intelligence. It's because... well, that's how he is. He's rather secretive about basically everything, and he's rather good a deflecting questions. It's second nature to reflect questions about his personal self, and past. This is because he rather likes staying impersonal to people, and not get attached. He's seen enough times where that's led to strange and frankly stupid moments, so he chooses to act detatched and to think logically. Although, his logic can be askew just as he himself is rather interesting.
This is not to act as though he's perfect, as himself is often quoted telling the team, whichever one he's coaching at the time, "Kid, I ain't perfect, but I'm as close as I can get to alright. Contrary to me record, it ain't me getting the points, it's you guys. I just happen to have my name attached." That's another aspect of his personality, even though he likes winning; he hates taking credit for something he didn't do.
Abilities
Aura type: Healing
Aura Color: Grey
Semblance: He's able to create large flashes of light from his hand, which often leave his opponents blind. However. It's just light and nothing more, so it can cause no physical damage. He grows a ball of light, the size of a baseball, and the quickly squashes his hand into a fist, squishing the ball of light. The pressure itself causes it to explode. (Utility, 10 aura per use)
Item 1:
- gun:
Item 2: His hoodie is infused with Anti-dust nano-machines, although they are an old version. (Magical Armor level 1)
History and Sample
- History:
- Ah. The history of the man named Esoric Cavendash. It's a interesting one, although after reading his personality, you might ask what exactly caused him to become a teacher, rather, coach at Syne Academy. With such a profilic attitude and a rather interesting list of likes and hates, the arrival of the man can't be nailed to one reason, but to a whole mess of them. Mainly because this is one of the few places that don't actually know his face. Yet, let us go back. It wasn't always this...strange; he used to love the fame. He honestly did. Yet, no longer. No longer could he afford to enjoy fame, namely because it egged him that he was famous for all the wrong reasons.
We go back to when he was in high-school, so when he was about 15. He was in multiple sports, and whatever team needed him at the time, he went on. He was the guy you went to if you absolutely needed a win. However, a few here and there thought in strange that he was passing all his classes, yet this was because when he wasn't training, he studied and had people help him figure what in the hell was going on in subjects. He was a student through and through, and was rather popular, but people noticed that he always deflected personal questions, even then. No one could figure it, and his parents weren't even abusive. They weren't even there most of the time. It was an unexplained personality trait, for the most part, so that plus the fact he kept himself so busy. It cause someone to look into what in the hell was this kid.
The person who looked into it was named Aurelio. Aurelio Wood. This guy sported all black half the time, or wore completely normal clothes and wore a top-hat, leather usually. There, however, was one thing that was the same between Aurelio and Esoric, and it wasn't just the strange names. They both kept their personal lives a secret. It was quite loud around school the time when it seemed they hung out. There were all sorts of rumors, including the classical, "Are they gay" among others. What people never realized is what was hidden under Aurelios hat... was a pair of cat ears. Aurelio was a fanus. It was clear to Esoric that he went to multiple efforts to keep this a secret, after all. There was a group of rather racist humans in this school, and Aurelio was barely managing to go under their radar.
This was no bother to Esoric for a single reason. The whole idea behind their relationship was to see if the other would crack. The school had a newspaper, and their relationship was one of the highlights, because it was, in fact, one of the few interesting things happening in the school at the time. These two had never even spoken a word to each other before the starting point of the relationship, and now they talked all through lunch. Not a single word spoken about personal lives, but they still talked. They talked the small-talk, but then Esoric had an idea. A physical competition, since Aurelio was also fit. What was at stake? Just who the other person was.
So, after awhile, the date was set. Near the final day of school, right after all of the finals, they'd take each other on in a Fencing match. Neither knew how to fence, so they went to the fencing club at the school, and asked to learn. They learned all the terms and lingo, and after a few months, became rather competent with the blade itself. Both were still getting creamed by the people who were actually in the club, but even then, it was noted that they had decent stamina and even better physical strength. They, however, didn't have the skill required to beat any of the people who were more then recruits. Not that it mattered. They weren't going to go back and face the people they practiced with, they were going to fight each other.
That they did. It was the longest recorded match in that schools history, although the exact time was not known. They had no set time limit, because of what was at stake. It was more then petty info, it was pride. When the match ended, it was a draw. Multiple double hits and a long time later, it was a draw. Both sat down, neight exhausted. Fencing tired a guy out, especially when it came down to an extremely long match. They figured, since neither won, they'd both release a bit of info about the other. Aurelio revealed, to the fencing club and to Esoric, that he was a fanus. His hair had been covering the ears. Esoric revealed that he's not actually special or anything, he just has a lot of free-time, and his parents are decently wealthy. Enough to buy him some tutors. The real reason he got grades, is because of those tutors. Aurelio and him had a laugh before falling immediately asleep on the benches they sat on.
After waking up an odd hour later, they fist bumped and walked other ways, and that was nearly the last they saw each other, and wouldn't you know it, if it was it would've been a hell of a lot of an easier life.
--- Ten years later
Esoric is now 25, and a coach for a high-school team; the soccer team. He hadn't went to college, and was going while he wasn't coaching the team. So, like before, he had his hands full. It was damn near the end of the season, and Esoric's team was unbeaten. 33-0-0 was their score, and they planned on keeping it that way. The reason why they were undefeated? Research and training. Esoric put everything he had in this team, and it was paying off. There, oddly, was one team they hadn't played. While Esoric didn't pay enough attention, when he researched the team, he found a disturbing fact. A player happened to come in when he came upon this face.
"Coach? You okay? You can go home early, we'd all be fine without you for one practice. After all, don't you have a ton of college stuffs to do?"
Esoric would look at the kid and smile. They happened to care about him, even though they knew next to nothing about him. The kid that talked to him happened to care enough to ask.
"I'll be fine, don't you worry. Just an old ghost come to haunt me is all."
He'd shoo the kid out, and using some knowledge here, and some searches there, he found a copy of a few games, and what he found worried him. They were the only other undefeated team. It wasn't for no reason either, they were top of the line athletes, and it seemed Aurelio did just as much research about teams as he did. He'd have to craft an entire new set of plans over night, and make do with what he had with the time frame he had.
He did in fact go home that night and make an entire book of plans, about 5 pages long. Five concise plans that, when put to use, may surprise the enemies, the other team. He didn't get much sleep that night due to making the plans, but it was all going to be worth it when it'd come to the end of it. After all. Esoric was always down for a challenge. He wasn't going to lose, not to Aureilo, and certainly not ten years after their first clash. He did remember, after all. The one time he didn't win nor lose in an athletic adventure.
It was nearly midnight, a while before he would've went to sleep when he picked up his phone and dialed Aureilo's number. The following conversation happened.
"Yes? Who is it?"
"It's me, Esoric. I'm sure you remember me, right? The bastard who nearly bested you in a bout about ten years ago."
"Ah. The man of a million and one secrets, like, 3 of which I know. You're the coach of the other undefeated team, huh?"
"So I am. I just do a lot of research, but I'm guessing so do you. Not much to do since we're both going to have new ideas for the game, ain't we?"
"Amen to that. You ain't here to tell me your new plans, are you?"
"As amazing as... actually. I'm in it to entertain. If you want to make this game the best game they've ever seen, we should play to each other's plays, and then finally play that last ball for real."
There was a hearty laugh on both sides of the phone as they decided to have some fun with it. They chatted a bit, and when the game came... that's exactly what happened.
First it was 1-0, then 1-1, and off it went. Each scoring off the other, and an amazing game being played.
At the end, it was 15-15, and the final play was about to happen, and Esoric had a plan. He'd do something no one predicted. Use one of his old plays. It'd work. Due to the close working of the two coaches, neither had time to research the other.
It did work.
It ended 16-15, and in one of the hardest games ever played, Esoric became known as a neigh legendary coach for this undefeated streak.
This happened year after year. However, after five, he started losing games. Still winning most, but coaches were learning how to beat his people, along with the fact, his new team just wasn't on the level of his old one.
Something happened.
He had just turned 30, and he had a game the next day. They were on a two game losing streak, but were sure that they'd win this next one.
They were , in fact, winning. Until a large Borbatusk broke through the stadium wall, injuring multiple people and killing one. The players ran off the field, and people were calling for help. Esoric looked in his pants, he found his pistol. He wasn't no hunter, but he knew his semblance. He took off his shirt, as it would restrict his movement, and ran out and pulled his pistol. All in a single moment. He fired a few into the under-side of the grimm, as it was distracted by others, but the shots got it's attention.
"Evacuate and find an actual hunter. I'll hold it off." He yelled into the crowd, which sadly held no hunters. He noticed the beast running at him, and barely managed to get out of the way, allowing it to ram into the wall. Luckily, it got a horn stuck in a bunch of metal, which allowed most spectators a moment to get out. He wasn't up to running though. He was going to stay and keep this bastard busy. What happened next was disputed by few and accepted by most who know of it.
Once the grimm had it's tusk unhooked, it ran at him again, but this time, it spun on it spine. An audible curse that would make a maiden blush came out as it smashed into him and threw him to the side. He checked his body was in tact, but boy was he in a helluva lot of pain. He got up and fired the rest of his clip into the beast before dropping the clip and grabbing the only other clip he had on him. He shoved it in and cocked it before sighing. The beast was ready to tussle yet again, and he was damn near alone and injured. The sorry few left and not searching for help were either unconscious or scared stiff. This was not going well. The beast wasn't going down and he didn't want to use his semblance, but he had to. There was no other way to survive this with his head in tact.
The beast started running, but he didn't move. He stood there, and holding out his palm, a small globe of light sat in his hand. He forcefully shut his hand, and the light exploded in a bright flash, which he blocked his own eyes from. Reopening them to see the Grimms eyes closed, he decided to do something rather risky. He started to run towards it, and as it got nearly ready to impale it, he went into a slide. It was like the baseball days, as he slid. One difference though. He put his gun up to the belly and started firing, closing his own eyes from the flash of the gun at such a close range with the shade of the beast. He slid out from the other side with no more ammo, but a hunter finally showing up. He took a deep breath as the hunter engaged the beast and defeated it rather quickly.
The hunter thanked him for risking his own lively hood, and offered to heal him up. The hunter had a healing semblance after all. Esoric nodded and fell back, a bit tired from the fight. He never wanted to do that again, but couldn't deny something. It was intense. It brought back what he used to do. It made him, dare he say it, happy.
He retired from coaching that year, noting that a coach fighting off a grimm after so many years. He was picked up after a few months from another team, a professional one, and coached that one for seven years, fending off a grimm or two, fighting publicity stunts, and in general being a proprietor for fanus and such in sports. He had to deal with the occasional racist, and taught them a quick lesson, but other then that... nothing really great happened. He did extremely well for the seven years coaching, sporting one undefeated streak, and the rest were littered with loses here and there.
He retired after a seven year run, since scandals were starting to run amuck and he proved them wrong before dropping off the map. He looked for somewhere different to go, and decided Bellmuse and it's academy would be a good place to start. After a background check and a bit of an interview among other things, he was accepted as a teacher.
- RP Sample:
- Esoric sighed, it had been god knows how many years since he taught any sort of educational perspective that didn't involve facing other teams. He knew he'd have to get used to it, but it was clear that was going to be harder then he put it up to be. He wasn't a quitter though, so he decided to start teaching. He went through the motions, his arms moving, his whole body moving. It felt good to once more move, to once more run. This time though, he wasn't alone in the gym, he was with the kids who rarely wanted to be here. However, him being him, a few motivational words here and a proof that it could be done there, he could get kids to run. After all, if a 38 year old man could do it, why couldn't they? It wasn't like he was in the shape he was in high-school, but he certainly wasn't in a bad shape.
