Basic info
Name: Arkodiax Spearow
Age: 19
Birthday: 12/09
Gender: Male
Race: Faunus (Raven/Dove)
Height: 6’0
Weight: 189
Face Claim: http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=Assassin+anime&FORM=HDRSC2#view=detail&id=E712E47C390649F473AB8E7112019C79B2C0218D&selectedIndex=0 (Dark Assassin)
Class: Warrior
Stats
STR:3
AGT:5
SPD:4
SPT:4
Aura 200|150 HP (change in multiples of 10)
Personality
Group: Ex-White Fang (Maybe)
Likes: Fighting/Avoiding Annoying Guards/Making fun of Humans (Ironically)
Dislikes: “Bonding Exercises”/Degrading Human Punks (The ones he makes fun of)/Knitting
Fears: Burning Alive, Being Buried Alive, Fire/Fireplaces/Fireballs (Typically anything fire related)
Overall Personality: He’s a rather stoic, bored individual that enjoys a good fight here and there, will even cause them without the slightest regard to anyone elses safety, as long as it is thrilling, generally he is just another “Street Punk” as most would say, but truly deep within, his heart is tainted grey, unsure of his path, it can be quite visibly seen in his decisions often as sometimes he’ll even leave a comrade behind for the a chance at his own survival.
Abilities
Aura type: Power
Aura Color: Obsidian Black
Semblance: Utility: Gravity- He can manipulate in force the effect Gravity has on a target, as say you use a speed semblance, he can lessen gravity on you as to throw off your traction or tread and send you spiraling out of control, or say you have the glyph semblance, should you use glyphs to jump about, he can increase the gravity as to weigh you down, making it harder to jump from glyph to glyph, and making you force yourself to use more, can only be used on a single target.
Item 1: Dark Messiah (Dust Weapon): this is a black Broadsword powered by black dust, the black dust runs along the center of the blade, this dust allows the user to passively let gravity intensify upon the struck object or person with each passing strike, after three posts of striking one specific place (Arm, Blade, Torso) the SPD stat of that target will decrease by 1. Level 1 Weapon
Item 2: Holy Aegis (Dust Shield*Armor*): This weapon is a white Aegis, its White Dust builds up upon the enemy with each strike, after three turns of striking the shield, the white dust upon the enemy glows brilliantly and causes an automatic -5 Damage, from blinding white spikes that form in the collected dust accumulated in the air from the strikes that slam into the opponent.
History and Sample
History:
Arkodiax Spearow, his name goes long and far amongst members of the White Fang, or rather his fathers, Jarden Spearow, having been a Lieutenant for the force in its early days, the man was known for the violence and lack of mercy he showed on battle, and the many maidens he claimed as his own along the way, being a raven Faunas, his father found great flattery in the mender, Angela Faither, he sought this Dove (almost literally, being a Dove Faunas) and made her his after many failed but humorous attempts at flattery. After the two had a child, roughly three years into their rebellions and the birth of the child, Jarden was struck down by Military Tech, being swarmed by them, the man could not fight an army alone, and suffered dearly for attempting such. The mother, stricken with Grief, left the White Fang in hopes to raise her child in peace, she quickly learned this would not happen, as roughly twelve years later, a mysterious man, cane in hand offered her solace amongst the heavens, slaying her and taking her child back into the clutches of the white fang, delivering the boy to their leader, and moving along to never see the lad again. The boy spent four years training under the provisions of many of their leaders and stealing tons of dust right under the Schnee Corps. Noses as he would eventually take his leave from their treacherous ways, having being threatened to be burned alive from their new boss, should he not slay innocent lives to aquire more of “THEIR” profit. He ran as fast as he could and found solace in the school of Beacon, where he hides each of his wings from his fellow students using a large cloak that swarms about his body.
RP Sample:
The sun was setting on what seemed like a beautiful day to most, though for Arkodiax, it was just another drag of life that seamlessly went on. Nothing of note really appearing as he was well, rather bored of his mediocre life in the school, but of course, knew leaving wasn’t an option, he groaned loudly as he swung his sword out from behind him, spinning it about as he looked at the many dorms, sighing as he walked up to his own dorm buildings door, he was stopped by a gentle voice, the neighboring teams leader attempting to grab his attention. He quickly sped through the door, (One might even mistake that he had a Speed Semblance from this act) as he thouroughly searched for the nearest elevator, avoiding contact of the social Norm seemed to be his specialty, as when he heard her approach the door, he ran forward, spun around and leaped up, gripping onto the railing of the stairways overhang, and crawling up with ease, sighing as he sat against the rail, he looked back, feeling guilty as she puckered her face pouting in her search, and eventually gave up, seeing him nowhere in sight. “Heh, tough puppies Human, aint dealing with your segretory bull crap today.” He would say as he stretched against the railing, he smiled. Not a single fight all day, gentle sundown against your back, and no humiliating conversations with humans, hmm, perhaps today was a good day.
Name: Arkodiax Spearow
Age: 19
Birthday: 12/09
Gender: Male
Race: Faunus (Raven/Dove)
Height: 6’0
Weight: 189
Face Claim: http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=Assassin+anime&FORM=HDRSC2#view=detail&id=E712E47C390649F473AB8E7112019C79B2C0218D&selectedIndex=0 (Dark Assassin)
Class: Warrior
Stats
STR:3
AGT:5
SPD:4
SPT:4
Aura 200|150 HP (change in multiples of 10)
Personality
Group: Ex-White Fang (Maybe)
Likes: Fighting/Avoiding Annoying Guards/Making fun of Humans (Ironically)
Dislikes: “Bonding Exercises”/Degrading Human Punks (The ones he makes fun of)/Knitting
Fears: Burning Alive, Being Buried Alive, Fire/Fireplaces/Fireballs (Typically anything fire related)
Overall Personality: He’s a rather stoic, bored individual that enjoys a good fight here and there, will even cause them without the slightest regard to anyone elses safety, as long as it is thrilling, generally he is just another “Street Punk” as most would say, but truly deep within, his heart is tainted grey, unsure of his path, it can be quite visibly seen in his decisions often as sometimes he’ll even leave a comrade behind for the a chance at his own survival.
Abilities
Aura type: Power
Aura Color: Obsidian Black
Semblance: Utility: Gravity- He can manipulate in force the effect Gravity has on a target, as say you use a speed semblance, he can lessen gravity on you as to throw off your traction or tread and send you spiraling out of control, or say you have the glyph semblance, should you use glyphs to jump about, he can increase the gravity as to weigh you down, making it harder to jump from glyph to glyph, and making you force yourself to use more, can only be used on a single target.
Item 1: Dark Messiah (Dust Weapon): this is a black Broadsword powered by black dust, the black dust runs along the center of the blade, this dust allows the user to passively let gravity intensify upon the struck object or person with each passing strike, after three posts of striking one specific place (Arm, Blade, Torso) the SPD stat of that target will decrease by 1. Level 1 Weapon
Item 2: Holy Aegis (Dust Shield*Armor*): This weapon is a white Aegis, its White Dust builds up upon the enemy with each strike, after three turns of striking the shield, the white dust upon the enemy glows brilliantly and causes an automatic -5 Damage, from blinding white spikes that form in the collected dust accumulated in the air from the strikes that slam into the opponent.
History and Sample
History:
Arkodiax Spearow, his name goes long and far amongst members of the White Fang, or rather his fathers, Jarden Spearow, having been a Lieutenant for the force in its early days, the man was known for the violence and lack of mercy he showed on battle, and the many maidens he claimed as his own along the way, being a raven Faunas, his father found great flattery in the mender, Angela Faither, he sought this Dove (almost literally, being a Dove Faunas) and made her his after many failed but humorous attempts at flattery. After the two had a child, roughly three years into their rebellions and the birth of the child, Jarden was struck down by Military Tech, being swarmed by them, the man could not fight an army alone, and suffered dearly for attempting such. The mother, stricken with Grief, left the White Fang in hopes to raise her child in peace, she quickly learned this would not happen, as roughly twelve years later, a mysterious man, cane in hand offered her solace amongst the heavens, slaying her and taking her child back into the clutches of the white fang, delivering the boy to their leader, and moving along to never see the lad again. The boy spent four years training under the provisions of many of their leaders and stealing tons of dust right under the Schnee Corps. Noses as he would eventually take his leave from their treacherous ways, having being threatened to be burned alive from their new boss, should he not slay innocent lives to aquire more of “THEIR” profit. He ran as fast as he could and found solace in the school of Beacon, where he hides each of his wings from his fellow students using a large cloak that swarms about his body.
RP Sample:
The sun was setting on what seemed like a beautiful day to most, though for Arkodiax, it was just another drag of life that seamlessly went on. Nothing of note really appearing as he was well, rather bored of his mediocre life in the school, but of course, knew leaving wasn’t an option, he groaned loudly as he swung his sword out from behind him, spinning it about as he looked at the many dorms, sighing as he walked up to his own dorm buildings door, he was stopped by a gentle voice, the neighboring teams leader attempting to grab his attention. He quickly sped through the door, (One might even mistake that he had a Speed Semblance from this act) as he thouroughly searched for the nearest elevator, avoiding contact of the social Norm seemed to be his specialty, as when he heard her approach the door, he ran forward, spun around and leaped up, gripping onto the railing of the stairways overhang, and crawling up with ease, sighing as he sat against the rail, he looked back, feeling guilty as she puckered her face pouting in her search, and eventually gave up, seeing him nowhere in sight. “Heh, tough puppies Human, aint dealing with your segretory bull crap today.” He would say as he stretched against the railing, he smiled. Not a single fight all day, gentle sundown against your back, and no humiliating conversations with humans, hmm, perhaps today was a good day.
