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Basic info
Name: Soyata Xerxes, often called Master Soyata.
Age: 40
Birthday: December 14th.
Gender: He’s a male.
Race: He’s a human.
Height: 6’5
Weight: 210
Face Claim: Xerxes Break from Pandora Hearts
Stats
STR:5+1
DEF:5
RES:1
SPT:1
Aura 150|150 HP
Personality
Group: Warriors
Likes: He adores the ladies.
He loves to dance, especially if it involves his cane.
He can’t say no to a good drink.
He also can’t say no to a good fight.
Dislikes: Grimm; Nasty things
Nasty Things
Stupid people.
Fears: He fears losing his own life.
He fears facing his greatest fear, and that’s a greater power than any of them can control.
He fears facing himself; in a meta-physical sense.
Overall Personality: Inside, he’s a nice guy. He’s an extremely nice fellow, willing to help those who need it, but there’s a fact. The fact that, even within a nice fellow, lies a very dangerous part. That dangerous part lies in the fact that he will never kill you… directly. He’ll never drop the final blow, and he’s more openly sardonic than the one who shares his name. He could be called manipulative, but oh how he dislikes that term, he prefers to say he has a forked tongue. Makes it sound much, much nicer.
He’s also walks with a swagger, pointing out that it’s not even that bad of a walk, and can be very scary.
He’s, before even that, a person who dressed like one wouldn’t think to, because he finds that fun.
Abilities
Aura type: Power
Aura Color: Black
Semblance: He glows black in his entirety, legs arms and even his clothing and weapon. That’s mainly for show, and it’s main power is to buff any stat of his choice by two, however only one at a time. While this does look cool, what's actually happening is his muscles are loosening and getting less stiff, causing more ease with getting strength; at least, that's what happens when it buffs strength and defense. When it buffs SPT, it opens up the nerves to allow the dust to travel faster, and for RES, it does the exact opposite.
Item 1:
- Weapon:
Item 2: His red coat that he wears, it’s, if you will, enchanted against dust.
History and Sample
- History:
- He was born to two circus performers, which made him more flexible then most. It was something that he noticed at the young age of 5, when he was able to do the splits while counting to 5. This amazed people; as it normally would. It was something they didn’t see very often, especially for a person who came from his background. He continued to be excellent, up until the age of 15 that is.
When he because 15, the birthday of, his home was robbed. This wouldn’t be special except for what happened. He remembers it vividly.- The Home Robbery:
It was 5 AM, and both of his parents were up, and he was getting up. He heard screams from the living room, and ran into it, to see his parents with a gun to their heads. Soyata stayed still, though. For the last 3 years, he had been training with weapons, with his hands and feet. He had skills that most didn’t have, but even he knew that if he tried to charge, his parents would be shot. One of the guns was then pointed at him, and the man pointing the gun yelled at him.
“WHO IN THE HELL ARE YOU? WE WEREN’T INFORMED THAT THESE TWO HAD A KID!”
“I am Soyata Xerxes, son of these two. If they’re even harmed, I will assure you such pain that you will never be able to walk again, if you even are able to move afterwards. That is if you even manage survive the torture.”
While it wasn’t true, at least all the way, he saw one of the robbers grip falter, but still didn’t move. It wouldn’t be a smart idea to move. He then continued.
“Give up… and I guess I can convince myself to NOT kill you.”
The men laughed, and shot his parents, and then the one in front got a palm to the face, and fell back, while the other was disarmed and shot 3 times in the head. This wasn’t a game. This was a death-sentence that he was going to carry out. The first fellow got up and rushed him, and was flipped over and knocked unconscious by a kick. He then lifted his fist to kill the man, but heard the voice of his father.
“Son. You’ve done enough. Let the man go and spend my last moments with your old man.”
He put his fist down, and sat between his old man and his mom. His mother was dead; and his father had a few other words.
”Don’t kill those who wrong you. I forgive you for acting in anger, but don’t do it any longer… Soy-” His father went completely limp. He stayed there, tears welling up in his eyes. His training couldn’t save his family, but he knew it could kill, but his father told him to not kill.
6 hours later, the man who he had knocked out woke up, and saw the three dead bodies with a still Soyata standing in them. The man looked on his body, noticing only pains that were there when he fell unconsious, and then he heard Soyata say something.
“You have taken all that I once had away. This house isn’t ours, and all I had was my mother and father who you took away. Do you know why I didn’t kill you?”
The robber shook his head.
”The man you killed, he told me not to, so I shall not. I do this in honor of my father. Get out of here. “
The robber got up, and said, “If we somehow meet again, know my name. Tom.”
Tom ran out and Soyata just kinda sat there. It had, hours ago, set in that he was alone. He got up, cleaned up his clothes, and buried his parents in his backyard, before taking a long look around the house. When he did, he found a Katana that his dad used to own, and he took it, found it’s sheath, sheathed it, and fixed it on his hip. He’d have to set out, and it was around 8 o’clock, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep for awhile.
He’d set out that day, with a backpack of clothes and some money; along with his blade out into the world.- 10 days later, in an inn.:
- He had gotten a room at an old-fashioned inn, and it was without a bother that he got in, and had a decent night sleep, but then he heard commotion in the lobby, and he hear people running across the halls, and then he hear a knock at the door.
“OPEN UP AND COME OUT!”
A disgruntled Soyata got up and went to the door, and saw a man point a gun at his head, telling him to get out of the room and into the lobby. He stepped out of the room, with his blade on his hip, and put his hands up. Soyatas face didn’t change at all. The man threatened to shoot him if he didn’t get moving.
”Put the gun down, or I will force you to put it down. If we can’t be civil about this, I will hurt you.”
“With what? That sword on your hip? It’s not like you’re trained with it. Nobody in this day and age that isn’t a hunter is trained with weapons.” Soyata merely sighed and then went in action, grabbing the barrel of the gun and forcing it to point at the cieling, and then thrust his knee in the dumbass that decided to fight him. The force of the knee cause the man to hit the wall hard and let go of the gun. He then hit the man over-the-head with a pistol whip, and saw the man crumple to the ground. He laid down the gun next to the man, and walked out to the stairs that led down to the lobby, and saw a gathering of 20 people, 5 which he assumed were captors, since they held the guns. He unsheathed his blade before stepping out and walking half-way down the steps before speaking up.
”I know you’re wondering where your friend is. He’s just fine. He’s currently unconscious because he woke me up and then threatened me, but he’s going to be fine. I’d like to ask that you move away from the people.”
He scanned the man and saw...Tom, who gave the directions to back off. It was clear Tom remembered what happened 10 days earlier. The others wouldn’t listen, and he walked all the way down the steps, and when he reached the bottom, he sighed. At least Tom wasn’t being a numpty. It was always bad when people were a numpty. Tom dropped his gun and backed up, and then Soyata jumped at the closest man, and cut his chest, but didn’t kill the guy. The guy dropped his gun, as did the rest, afraid of what would happen.
He had them line up and get bound, wrists behind, and he bowed his head and ran up to his room, grabbed his stuff, sheathed his blade, and then left after being told there was nothing for him to pay for.
Skip until he was 20, and he moved into the temple with the other masters.
23, they got the baby and he gave his name.
38, he sent Soyata to fight to the death.
At 40, he joined Syne to see exactly how his little student was doing.
- RP Sample:
- Soyata sighed as he saw the three men charge him. Even at 40, he could match at least 10 men who were somewhat trained, he was a master after all. Well, maybe not a master, but that’s what he was called. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that title. Sure, he was skilled, but was he skilled enough for the title of master? He’s sure he could find at least 10 people who could beat him in the world, which clearly meant that he was not in the top ten. However, there was a lot of people in that school, so it’s seemingly something the fact that people think he’s more skilled then he is.
He ducked the first dudes punch, side-stepped the second one, and then met the third with his own. He moved behind them, pulled out his staff, and hit each multiple times in the head and body and all but the nuts. A nut shot wasn’t cool, no matter who you were. Not even masters used them, even in extreme situation. It was the man-code, which even Soyata followed.
