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Basic info
Name: Rabbet Dusky
Age: 22
Birthday: September 25th
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6'6" / 198cm
Weight: 260 pounds
Face Claim: Zhao Yun- Dynasty Warriors 6
Stats
STR: 5 + 1
DEF: 3
RES: 3
SPT: 1
Aura 20|280 HP
Personality
Group: Undecided
Likes: People knowing the way their own weapon works: He's known many people who carry a blade but have no idea how to use it. When people know how to use their weapons, he's often pleased.
His own Spear-work: He prides himself on his skill with his weapon. He's fully willing to prove it to those who don't believe him.
Pears: It's his favorite food, man. Don't judge.
Dislikes: He rather dislikes most people, noting how life's for fighting and learning and not friends.
Gun-Users: He finds it the cowards way to not fight face to face, this doubles for sniper-users.
Facial Hair: He finds it itchy and refuses to grow it on his face.
Fears: Failing his comrades: This comes from his teachings, he fears failing comrades will lead to failure of it all.
Dying old and alone: While the alone part is secondary, he fears dying of old age. He'd rather go out fighting.
Dragons: Komodo or not; he's never seen one. He's just really scared of them.
Overall Personality: He's a stern man, seemingly wise past his age. Which, to an extent, is true. He wasn't raised like the other kids, but more on that later. He looks at things from a perspective of fighting and learning, and finds a situation useless if he can do neither. His thinking, while skewed, makes sense. He has the presence of a leader, a man that can lead forces in a battle. There's a reason. He was bred for battle, and risen upon the greatest literature and taught military strategy from a young age. It's where his presence comes from. It's not a natural presence, it's a trained one.
His back is always straight, his head always up. It'd be disrespectful to not do so, and not being respectful can be quite a determent on your record with him. He cares not if you're nice, or if your mean. As long as you are respectful, he'll tolerate you. He can't tolerate many, but if you get on his good side, you might actually get a joke out of him. If you're luck, which most aren't.
Abilities
Aura type: Power
Aura Color: Lightblue
Semblance: Strength buff: His muscles grow tenser at the command of his semblance, boosting his strength by two.
Item 1: Tier one weapon: His spear, made out of fine wood and strong metal, it's highly decorated. The spear is about 7 feet long for the sake of his height.
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History and Sample
- History:
- Born to a very, very rich family, he was bred to be a strong physical being. He was born to a rich family, but never pampered. He was taught early that you might not have everything you have at home, which he's taken with him. He always keeps it in mind that he might have a lot at home, but he might have nothing, and be nothing, someplace else. The message engrained by the age of six. They had been droning this into him since the age of three. Life went 'normal' until he was fifteen, in which they decided would be the apt time to start 'properly' training him.
He did go to a proper hunting school, but that wasn't where his hard-core training happened. It happened at home, where he'd fight actual humans and fanus. Of course, all were people who were getting paid to do this, but were paid to not hold back against the boy who hadn't grown all the way yet. He'd always win with skill rather then strength, and this over time, led to his pride in his skill. It certainly does something to win, but up to this point, he always held someone elses spear, and it was at 17 when he got his very own. He was proud of it, and holds it to this day.
To assume that he was without trouble, would be wrong. He failed more then once and the strategy half, and for a long while, pretty much refused to read. It was boring to him, although now, he's more a scholar then most scholars.
You may ask why a rich kid is in Syne who has training from Military Professionals, who has training for various sources for his hand to hand, and has trained with some of the best minds? Well, they decided it to be his final branch of training, to finish of a life-time of training, and this is only the start they've told him.
- RP Sample:
- It was clear that he was out of his element in the air-ship. He stood on the deck, even though there was a rather bad wind. Not bad enough to be forced inside, especially when you were as big as he was. He stood as though a vanguard, and this made people look at him odd. He didn't very much care, as he was scanning the mountain of which Syne Academy was based upon. It stood high, which made it hard to attack, and it stood tall, and proud. He already liked the school, and he hadn't even stepped foot in it. He grasped the spear tight in his hand, the wood feeling safe in his hand. He had a smile on his face, and his general mood was rather good. Something interesting happened though, when a small child came up to him, followed by the childs mother. The child asked the question;
"Hey! Are you a knight?"
He looked down to the small child and smiled. He had no idea why the small child was going to the academy until he realized the stop before was Bellmuse Square, and it made sense.
"For you? I am."
The child laughed and her mother gave him a look that thanked him for taking the bullet, but he just smiled and went back to looking about the trees to see if he could find someone.
