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Basic info
Name: Son Mester
Age: 17
Birthday: November Second
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5’11’’
Weight: 145lbs
Face Claim: Near-Death Note
Stats
STR:5
DEF:1
RES:1
SPT:5
Aura 200|100 HP
Personality
Group: Dusters
Likes: 1.) Winning 2.) Sleeping 3.) Eating
Dislikes: 1.) Losing (a lot) 2.) Pain 3.) Loud noises
Fears: Pain, losing his pride, and failure.
Overall Personality: Son would not seem like a very nice person from the getgo, acting overconfident and overly prideful to the degree where saying a few words incorrectly or looking at him the wrong way could spark an outburst. His pride is his biggest strength and his biggest downfall, both giving him the will to push himself beyond normal boundaries and making him an absolute pain at times. He appreciates loyalty and is himself a very trustworthy and loyal person, believing firmly that more work should equal more success. He is a fierce defender of those who could possibly call him a friend, the type of guy who would beat the tar out of somebody for treating you wrong.
Abilities
Aura type: Power
Aura Color: Red
Semblance: Utility: Allows for short range teleportation to anywhere within a ten meter radius. Each individual transportation costs 10 aura.
Item 1: Pale Reaper: An extremely high tech sterile-white emitter. When the ‘blade’ is not extended it looks like a peculiar flashlight more than anything, but when it is extended fire dusts form an adaptive, superheated current of energy in the shape of a katana’s edge. Depending on Son’s mood, this weapon changes. If he is calm, the beam remains flat and easy to parry with. When he is angry it grows in order to provide more striking speed while leaving gaps in his defense.
Item 2: Dust: Fire.
History and Sample
- History:
- Son was born to a true mother and father he never knew, instead being put up for adoption after they abandoned him as soon as he was born. After ten years, some immature detective with questionable morals came to adopt him, however, and gave him the name of ‘Son’ for a reason he has yet to discover. The title of his previous family: The Mesters, stuck however.
Son grew up with Caernarvon, a mobster in the guise of a cop. Caernarvon was one of the leaders of a mafia group known as ‘Stairway to Heaven’, Son soon found out, and he showed a disconcerting lack of respect for human life. While some of this rubbed off on Son, at the time his morals were far superior to those of his father. He attended school and scored very impressive grades, all while training to become the greatest swordsman in all Bellmuse. This dream would never be achievable without his weapon: Pale Reaper, a prototype blade emitter that was stolen during a raid against Atlas and given to Son by Caernarvon. Of course, there were ample adjustments he had to make to the weapon in order for it not to be recognized by the company but in the end, Son had acquired what would surely help him achieve his lifelong dream… Not just being the best swordsman, but becoming the strongest in all of Stairway to Heaven.
He trained day in and day out, rarely resting until his body gave out from exhaustion. By the time he reached Syne his skill with both dust and the blade were virtually unmatched by anyone, including most professors, but his inability to take a beating sometimes cost him matches. Son has many goals, but few of them or more prominent than surpassing his father and impressing him. This was a feat that would require far more than just brawn.
- RP Sample:
- Son stepped off the vertibird and onto the helipad with a dull look across his face. His eyes fell over everyone around him and they reported one thing: inferior. All of them were inferior. Who at this academy could possibly stand against him? Well it was time to find out. The young man waded through a thin shower of flurries on his way to the dorms, the rest of the students talking with their ‘friends’. Gavin, one of the strongest members of Stairway to heaven, had come here with Son, though. Gavin was the only friend that he needed. He was strong, admirably so. He would never let Son down in a fight nor anywhere else. he never had.
But he had bothered to come here for multiple reasons that extended beyond simply becoming stronger. His father was here now on a case, and it would be the perfect time to show him how powerful he had become. Whatever could possibly await him here would not get in the way of this goal. That was for certain.
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