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Basic info
Name: Errante Carne
Age:18
Birthday:6th of June
Gender:Male
Race:Human
Height:180cm
Weight:65kg
Face Claim: Crona Gorgon (Soul Eater)
Stats
STR:5
DEF:1
RES:5
SPT:1
Aura 150|150 HP
Personality
Group: Extremist
Likes: Being afraid (like a thrill seeker on a rollercoaster),Quiet, Time to think to himself, The cold, Gambling, Cheating
Dislikes: Warmth, Being sick, Locked doors, Falling over
Fears: Blood, Surprises, Lightning, The dark
Overall Personality: Errante cares little about what others think about him and wanders around, often talking to himself rather than others, permanently staring off into space. While he can be violent he generally ignores people or if he does talk to them will ask nonsense questions, really just talking to himself around people. If however someone is particularly adamant about getting to know him he is quite embarrassed, not really knowing what to say and what to keep private. When he does tell people about himself he almost always scares them away or makes them think he is the lowest of scum, he doesn’t really care. He is often observed gnawing on the edge of his sword. In combat however he is completely different, talking without end as he attacks with his insane (yet totally serviceable) fighting style. He will ask his opponents question out of the blue and make rather crude and frankly disgusting attempts at humor.
Abilities
Aura type: Power
Aura Color: Purple
Semblance: Fear manipulation: This semblance allows Errante to attack a foe's mental state, not controlling their mind but striking fear into their body(This results in the lowering of a selected stat by two at the cost of 10 aura) An Illusion manifests dependent on the opponent’s fear (e.g. target has arachnophobia they see Errante as covered in spiders). The illusion are limited to covering his body and do not increase how large/wide he apears or allow for clones of any kind (The illusions remain on his body until the semblance is stopped or the target is out of range). The target must be within 7.5 meters for this to work. He cannot see whatever the illusion is, only the targeted opponent can. The targeted opponent's allies/others on the battlefield see Errante as he normally is. In the event that the opponent has no easily exploitable fear (e.g. fearing heights, loud noises and the night) how he appears can be taken in a number of ways. It can range from the simplicity of Errante as a corpse, flesh rotting and riddled with maggots to perhaps a friend or family member in this state (be them dead or alive in reality) or even the very target themselves in a similar state (Though in the case of the last two Errante wold maintain his usual height and width as is the case with all his illusions) In any case he appears as something that would scare or shock the opponent.
Item 1: Weapon: The Crunching Sword Ragnarock. While titled a sword and looking like a sword this weapon functions more like a heavy club with a pointed tip for stabbing opponents.
- Ragnarock:
- Armour:
History and Sample
- History:
- The Carne family was once one of great power within Remnant’s underworld but that all changed five years after the birth of the Don’s first child. The Don’s wife, wanting out of the mob business to protect their child, convinced her husband to give up his position, take the money and run away with her. The pair, knowing it would be difficult, left their son behind as a distraction; having him call the group to a faraway location and tell them that mum and dad had been kidnapped. Errante assumed he would be going with them but this was not the case, he waited at by the phone for his parents to arrive but they never did.
Outraged the remainder of the mob decided to make an example of Errante, torturing the five year old for information and sealing him within a pitch black room for nights on end with others who had deserted. It only took a week for him to snap. No longer did he cry for his parents or help, instead he talked through the torture whining about it as a child would after losing his toy rather than screaming in pain. Saying things like; “Ow, quit it. That hurts! Now I’m going to need a bandage! I didn’t know I had that much blood. Can I go yet?” It was around this time that his torturers reported strange phenomena surrounding the boy, from him being covered in maggots to on fire to looking alike death itself.
Needless to say the gang were stunned by this change in nature, deciding to let him to rejoin their ranks, using his psychological damage to make him a killing machine. It worked all too well, so well in fact that only two years later when they locked him back up for the night he killed and ate one of his roommates. When they tried to question him on it he killed them, wandering out of the hideout and into the streets. He wandered off, journeying alone for year before finding a home in the Backalley. He honed his skills in the more dangerous parts of the city, swinging his sword at anyone who would try and fight him. Eventually the police decided the only thing they could really do with him is send him to the academy in the hopes that he’d like fighting Grimm more than people as psychological treatment wasn't working. He wears a wristband allowing for his surveillance.
- RP Sample:
- Erantte walked along the beach, watching as the tide came in. The air was calm as the first of the spring heat had finally been drawn from the bitter winter. “…I kinda like it here” he murmured to himself, watching the sun sink deeper into the ocean. The boy kicked the sand at his feet as he wandered across the beachfront, looking for shells. The tide had receded quite far now and lots of crabs wandered on the beach, a particularly large one caught his eye. He walked after it as it ran, chasing the poor creature away from the water, “Come back mister crab!” he cried out. The crab kept running, desperately running from him until- *Crunch* A heavy black sword crushed straight through the creature. “…I think I broke it.” Erantte removed his sword from the crab, inspecting the bits that had clung to the blade. “Eww, squishy” he complained, swinging the sword to remove the blood. “Silly thing couldn’t even break right, got all over my sword.”
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