Post by orb on Nov 8, 2011 2:54:39 GMT
----Character Biography----[/u][/i]
Name:
Orb Glitch
Race
Cetra
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Profession:
Fortune Telling, Local Healer
Class
White Mage
Species Skill
Planet Tongue, Planet Protector
Organisation:
N/A
Alignment
Good
Home Continent:
Midgar
Personality:
Orb, a naturally perservering individual, loves sarcasm and forces himself to do what he must to not only put a smile on another person's face, but also enjoys using his own wits to get stuck up people to crack into a more friendly being. This nature of personality was bestowed upon him during his early teen-aged life while hanging out with a short-lived friend of his, Demetri. His humoristic endeavor cast upon any person's sheer existance is whathe lives for; bettering that of the life of others' for their well being. Sympathy and Empathy are given side effects with this nature, however, for the young man does know when it is time to sacrifice his witty lifestyle and fork over a more serious attitude to an adjusted situation at hand.
Appearance:
Physical appearance is what throws off this individual when it comes to profession. The dark brown hair that Orb keeps shaved from the tops of his ears, all the way down to his neck is hidden by the lengthy patch grown out above, on top of his head. It's shaggy appearance tends to hang evenly and low, save one strand of hair that might slip out over either of his light green/hazel eyes. His lips are only slightly thicker than an average human's for the size of his build, and his nose as simple as a button. As of lately, the growing teen tends to grow out his facial hair in the manner of a thin goatee mustache, allowing a small patch of hair to grow just under his bottom lip. The only difference in the shade of this facial hair, however, is that there are a few spots of hair that have been bleached by the mana's themselves, leaving them so blonde they appear white, and easy to pick out in up close and personal conversation.
The build of the fortune telling cleric seems to be slender, from what is only visible, for the most part, by his arms as they slip throw his grey robes. The hooded, one piece suit is hiding a more simply tunic underneath, to prevent him from being completely nude in cases where the robes are doned too heavy. This white tunic, stamped with a strange, spikey type of look and material are on either side of this hidden shirt; their color being black and tipped with red. His long pants, brown in the most basic color from the type of generic linen he is wearing, give away his towering height of most people around his age, being six feet tall, and almost one extra inch. These pants are too loose toward the feet, however, and fluff out as they tuck into large, black boots strapped around his feet. When it's visible, you can notice that the skin complexion for his body is slightly darker than fair, giving him a sun-bathed type look (Only it being natural).
Equipment:
Large Waist satchel full of different herbs and potions (?)
Weapon:
-Sunder Orb: This orb, more or less a keepsake, and only known gift of what could have been his parent(s), or previous caretaker, is sort of a luck charm in any case to Orb. He was named after it, and has had no objections to this whatsoever, as he aged. Even though it seemed to possess no immediate strengths, something was obviously growing within it's crystal clear containment as it's color only changes upon the mood of it's rightful owner. It's been under training care, and Orb, himself, can cause the named orb, Sunder, to sort of levitate shortly away from his hands with his own magical force.
Combat Abilities:
Level 1 Slots:
-Karmic Retribution (Active): Being a sort of self/owner-defense mechanism, the weapon in possession, if infused with the right amount of magical power, can act out according to the intent of opposing forces. If the actions of the enemy are 'righteous', in a sense they are acting defensively toward themselves or another, the orb attempts to take advantage and lash out at the foe. If, however, the opponent is attempting to become forceful and offensive, in a 'wicked' manner toward the owner of the orb, it will attempt to swing around the vicinity of loose, levitating space between it's owners hands to thwart off the attack. This ability cannot be paired with casting spells in the same turn, for the weapon isn't in the grasp of the caster, which is needed to perform any sort of magical spell.
Level 1: 25% Chance of activation, effect chosen by admins
Level 2 Slots:
-
Level 3 Slots:
-
Magic
Level 1 Slots
-Bio: A spell of toxins and sickening, this spell is known as bio, many believe it came from a sick twisted mage who wished to destroy the world around him, while he was stopped by heros, the power of the spell diminished greatly and was passed onto essences of nature such as toads and such who told the rocks who told the trees, in a way it came to a geomancer who learned from the trees and recorded, this spell is only able to be cast on one person at a time while some abilities seemed to be able to void that and spread it out, while this ability caused sickness to the caster and it seems to erode their health over time. It has also been noticed it is alot like snake venom the more they move and the quicker they move the more damage it does.
- Protect: Protect was created by another child, this one witnessed things around them they cared about being destroyed, while after they got sick of it, and began to raise up and fight for what they believed in and those who faught this child realized that their hard attacks barely phased the child and it felt like they were hitting a steel wall, as the child had managed to create a barrier to protect himself and his friends. This child wrote down the secrets within the top of a box which was hidden within a cave, while it was discovered by a scholary man who recorded it within the book and has given it a nickname. "Child's Dream." This seems to only repel a few attacks before it shatters like glass.
-Cure: A spell created by a maiden, who had witnessed horror that would of made even the more blackened soul feel sick and twisted, this maiden had grown up watching people around her being slaughtered, having people defending her and even noticed that no matter how hard she tried to heal them with medicinal herbs, they would countine to die, so she devoted her soul and life into creating a spell, one that could mend the body and soul and even help those who neared death, while she recorded her research in a scroll, she only finished the spell upon her own death, she got to use it once to heal a wounded rabbit. So this is a spell of healing is very basic, it creates a warmth within the soul and can help preserve life.
Level 2 Slots
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Level 3 slots
-
Summons:
N/A
Experience
History:
"Life is short, enjoy it while you can!" The quote was caught upon by Orb in his younger teen years of his life, being only thirteen when his best friend, Demetri, passed away. Sure, the sorrow had crawled into his veins, and ate away at his soul at the easily traumatized age that he was, but as the years went on, his mourning eventually faded and Orb came crawling, step by step, into reality. His reality seemed a bit... Off, however. It would appear that around fifteen, Orb could be seen every once in a while, doing what seemed to be conversating with himself. This was no minor mishap, however, for he was soon, unknowingly capable of learning hidden secrets for the better of people.
The first sign of strange activity in this young man's life was during his discovery. Orb was found in the streets of Kalm, a small town outside of Midgar, wrapped up in a basket and grasping on to an orb that was almost the same exact size of his infant head. He was wailing, screaming, even, at the simple fact of being neglected for more than a couple of hours, and the orb he held on to basking itself in the colors of dark red, signifying anger, to a dark purple, showing anxiety and need.
The aura of the orb was the only thing that caught the eye of Kinjozu as he happened to walk by, however. A small, corpus man happened to stroll upon this child and notice that there was no parent nearby to care for the young one. It scared the older man at first, the colors emitting from this basket, but as he summoned the courage up, he knelt down in attempt to calm the child with a touch of his hand. "Now, now. No need to cry th-" Started the humble man, instantly stung by the reactive orb that lifted from the baby's basket and slammed it's force onto his fingers. A quick draw back happened to allow the man to realize that this wasn't a normal occurance. The contact with the older man, however, gave off a warm, soothing vibe to the defensive orb. This caused it to settle next to it's owner once again, nestling in the child's arms and calming the abandon infant time to calm itself down. At barely what must have been one month old, the short, bearded stout man decided that his lonely life could use some company, and he chose to take in the needy baby, dubbing his name "Orb! That's what I'll call you, little fella!"
The story of being found and adopted was only recently revealed to Orb, changing his outlook on life even more. It opened up his world to sort of realize his compatibility with nature, and reading and understanding people. He looked, and even sometimes felt human.. But with the extraordinary sensations of speaking to that 'higher power', or even get the feeling that he was being visited by some sort of entity pleading for help and sanction, he knew that, deep down, something was off with him and other human beings. This feeling was shared with no one, other than his closest family, or in his case, friends.
Learning this most recent power of his supernatural communication, Orb decided to attempt to start a tourist attracting business with reading the fortunes, or in some cases, misfortunes, of random travelers. There are a few cases, however, where some regular customers learned of his special abilities, exploiting them further than just learning a simple fact and having their mind blown, but also having minor wounds healed, or gaining a blessing that would protect them from harms way. This new life style became all too easy in a days work for Orb, and he's been patiently waiting for more, wanting to travel the outside world and actually make newer, alive friends.
RP sample:
(Ripped sample from my site. I can link the forum if needed.)
First Person Sample
This locker door was still staring at me. It was telling me, even begging me to open it to let the emptiness within it escape. It's intense whisper in my mind had grown into a vigorous demand, and I almost couldn't take it anymore. It was beginning to give me a pounding headache, and I felt as if I needed to dig my hands into my head, attempting to rip my own skull out. I did this, in fact, and must have looked like a complete lunatic in front of everyone else around me. I couldn't believe it, but there was some sort of release in the pressure on my head, as I loosened the tight grip I had on myself. It was just then that I felt I was about to lose it, wanting to take the blood of everyone around me. The containment within the closed locker door had been a demonic presence, an unseen force that was possessing me into wanting to perform this mad act... But for what goal? She wasn't near me at all, and she didn't offer a prize this time around... But wait, what's this voice I hear, is it really her?
My head whirled around, my hair following and flowing in a pressed manner, flipping to on side of my face. It was the beautiful presence before me that had made my eyes widen with not only surprise and joy, but also an exciting relief that I wasn't the only one in this hot, horrific prison with many other capably fit humanoids. Everything was beginning to give me a sense of claustrophobia, but her comforting presence soothed the beast within my mind from unleashing at this very moment, preventing a possible massacre. She asked me what I was doing in this area, and if I was fighting. Was I fighting? I found, asking myself. It was apparent that I had a battle within my own mind at this time, fending my sanity from becoming corrupt with hellish intents. I jumped up in excitement, hugging the girl that approached me, wanting to only be in this room in search of me. My face had shown a major satisfactory smile as I begin wrapping my arms around the girl, Sibuna, holding her tight and brushing her hair with my fingers. I pulled her chin up then, giving her a kiss on her lips. We had a moment, staring at one another with a fiery, loving passion in which was growing, possibly due to a small sense of separation anxiety that must have built up while he was away. We both stood there, embracing one another for a moment, for I was still unaware what I was doing in this scene. Did I really want to prove my power to everyone in the world? Was there going to be some sort of lesson, or maybe personal satisfaction out of this bout? My mind had too many questions for the world around, and just before I could make a response to the woman before me, My name and number was called. It was demanded I step into the ring.
It looked like a few fights had been taking place in a distant area of the room, fighting one another in attempt to enter the finals of the tournament to come. I couldn't make my self look weak. There was no turning back for me now, for the woman I had grown to enjoy so much was now in my presence. I couldn't admit to her that I had no intentions of being here, simply that I woke up and found myself in this area. But this statement could not only trouble her about my power, but also about the mysterious disappearance. After all, we DID have a great night before, and the scars across my neck and chest gave it away to all around me. There was still dried up blood, and my body odor had given off recent signs of sexual encounters, and vigorous slaughtering of innocent lives. There it is again. My name was called one last time, and I couldn't help but actually respond to this summoning. I looked down at Sibuna one last time before stepping away, nudging my nose against her forehead and kissing it. I take in one last deep breathe, and before I know it I'm standing in a wide open space...
My mind was flooded at the moment. There was too much to think about, so many shouting voices, cheering the man before me on. He was massive, nearly triple my size in mass, and he looked like he had been training, sparring and lifting weights his entire life. What was it that gave me the gut to actually stand before him, risking serious injury? It was her... I wanted to prove to this woman I have what it takes to be free, therefore I stand here, now, showing her that I have more than enough power to defend not only myself, but her and her freedom...
The voices around were ringing in my head, mixed with my own thoughts, and the announcer warning the beginning of the fight to come. However, the only voice I hear throughout this crowded room of muscle-headed brutes was the light, innocent voice of the one I was here for. She had cheered for me in this fight, giving me courage, hope, and reminded me that I was free. I was the liquid in this tournament, and my tortured mind wasn't going to allow this monstrous body builder to throw me down or out. Her voice, shouting my name, telling me that I had this in the bag, that I was going to win had transformed my mind set. She was to be my ultimate prize, once again, and that is when I felt the demon within me awakening again, being reminded of the lust that I so hungered for, that my mind needed to consume. She looked more gorgeous today than she ever had, and her beauty was growing every moment they spent together. I took in one last breathe of nervousness, flushing it out with a deep exhalation as I could feel a filming presence forming over my eyes. It was a sign that I was in a possessed trance, not allowing my own body to falter in a combat of self defense. This man wanted my blood, and he was going to need to try hard to get it. I lift my hands up before my face, and crouch down. Insults were being tossed out in my path, now, and this was fueling my fire. I was being called a freak, a scrawny, pathetic piece of shit. I was being told to go home and make love to my boyfriend... The insults were starting to overpower the lovely sound of Sibuna's voice, and possibly for the better. It was this shouting that caused me to miss the announcer commanding us to begin the fight, and before I knew it, I was engaged in a mortal combat.
The man before me was too bulky. His movements were slower than I'd ever seen anyone move, but it must have come hand in hand with the amount of muscle he was lugging around. He charged me, recklessly, giving me everything he had right away. I watched him pull his arm back, attempting to thrust it forward for a right hook, but his actions were like a megaton boulder being tossed to a feather, in which case the lightweight object would be blown away by the wind. I was the feather. I moved my legs and feet in a motion that launched my body to the foes right side, my arms were still up in a defensive manner. His strong punch could be felt passing by, and the wind happened to clip the feather, making his feet slide on the ground a bit. This man wasn't joking at this point, for his friends, and even allied enemies at this point, wanted a chump like myself out. I couldn't allow this. I wanted my trophy. I take a moment to look over, as the large man was struggling to regain his positioning. She smiled with joy in what just happened, and was the only one to jump up and down at this very moment. She was getting insulted too, being an outcast in this area, almost the only female to be in the room. It worried me, for her safety may have been in jeopardy at this moment. I look back over at the man's fallen arm, and decide it was my turn to strike. I rushed forward, swift with the wind, and jumped on his arms. I began to take a couple of steps up this limb, and after a moment of traveling, I ended up shoving my leg through the elevated space, sending my right heel directly into the mouth of the man. A burst of blood exploded, a cracking sound in place as a few teeth must have busted on this contact, or perhaps it was his nose that decided to burst. I wasn't sure, but he was staggered, and he lifted his hands up to cover his face now. I jumped down from his arm, landing a few yards away from him as he was stumbling back, having a hard time keep his footing together. He was swearing at me, but the fueling insults were by far too much for stress about at this point. My eyes were already pitch black, nothing but a lifeless aura in them. I stand tall now, waiting to see if the man wanted to continue this fight, as the audience stood, shocked, eventually yelling at me, telling me, or even my enemy, how lucky I was. But the blood that shot out...
I realized that a refreshing sprinkle of blood had spat out on my face. I could feel the heat of the plasma running down my cheek. It was close enough for my tongue to reach up at it, giving me a sensation that reminded me of the previous night, how wonderful it was. My eyes were closing now, rolling back into my skull. I could sense the entire life of the previous day with Sibuna, caressing her, licking her, wanting her... This red liquid in my mouth had caused me to bite down on my lip now and take in a deep breathe of relaxation. I wanted her, and I needed her. But before I could obtain her, I needed to win this fight. Sure, this brute had nothing on my speed, and his endurance must have been pathetic if one kick would send him back so far. But I just began to realize how close I was to the edge of the arena grounds. It didn't help that my opponent was charging at me once again, blinded with fury. He had both arms above his head this time, and he got in even closer than before. I couldn't allow this man to smash me now. I crouched my body down, and waited, timing out his sluggish assault, counting to myself. One. Two. Now! I rushed a foot or two forward, springing my body off the ground and using his chest as a wall. I was running on the boarded wall before my, upward. It stunned him for a moment, as my moment caused his gripping palms to unbind themselves. His arms were wide open, and his head was visible once more. As I neared his neck, a couple of steps up, I did something I've never tried in my life. I performed a back flip off of him, using the spinning motion to give more power to my right leg, again, and let my foot uppercut the man in the chin. To my surprise, the massive man lifted off of the ground for a moment, as I landed on my hands. However, instead of regaining my posture in a manner of standing up, I sprung forward once again, sending my same foot into his abdomen, using my hands that were placed on the ground to propel me forward at a speed he didn't seem capable of comparing to. The kick was quick, and powerful. It shocked many people, including Sibuna, herself. Hell, even I was surprised at my own power at this point, as the man was sent flying backwards, skidding across the ground as if he were no longer a boulder, but a simply pebble skipping across the lake of tiles below him. He lifted up, and down, and finally halted at the end of the tile, half of his body hanging off of the edge. It was hard to see it from the far distance that I was standing at, but it appeared the announcer shouted I had won by an account of ring out. Insults were formed at this moment, shouts, screams, and threats. I didn't care anymore, I had won, and my prize was right th-...
What the hell was this guy doing?! A random man had been trying to approach Sibuna from behind, sneakily. The look on his face was devious, as if he wanted to try to take advantage of a lady in this crowded area. My mind exploded in furious anger, and I couldn't hold back. My fight was over, and there was no penalty for leaving the ring at this moment. I rushed from the stage in a blinding speed to the woman's side, lifting my arm up beside her and catching him by the throat. I forced him up against a nearby wall and threatened his life. But it wasn't worth it. It was obvious this pathetic excuse for a human was only attempting to 'get his' as well, but he hadn't won the trophy, it was all mine for the taking... This was the first time in many lifetimes that I had felt a sense of jealousy surge throughout my body.
Third Person Sample (Short PvP Response to an inactive player)
The speedy burst of flowing leg movements seemed to be effective. The demonic man took advantage of the opened up opponent, and his foot did collide with the androids chest, lifting him up into the air. Following his enemy upward, he let his knees clamp tightly on to the young man's head, placing his face directly in his crotch region. Locked, mid air, Richard let the momentum of the powerful grip, quick movement and grasp into the air, and gravity come in to play next. Letting the back of his foes head protrude out more than his knees, he let the weight be smashed into the ground, slamming the back of his enemies' head hard. The android wasn't moving for a moment, as the follow up assault was as deadly as ever. The cheers in the stadium halted for a moment, surprised in this quick motion... But soon after they all stood in amazement and began to cheer, finally, for the demon. The fact that his interesting style of possessed arts was taking over his physical body had surprised them. Now that his enemy wasn't even moving, Richard decided to take another preemptive strike into his enemy, knowing the next one could be a critical hit and hinder his actions for a good amount of time, and possibly even end the fight that quickly.
The demon stood above the unconscious android, only wondering what kind of attack should come next. He circled his foe, thinking heavily on his next action as the time was being counted down from ten seconds. He didn't want to take chances, however, and forced himself into another assault. It appeared that the demon was quite stronger than he realized in his physical prowess, and in this case he wanted to utilize it as best as he could. He kicked up the android, nudging his foot under the young persons side and lifting him up quickly. Before gravity pulled him back on to the ground, Richard rushed forward, slamming both opened palms into the solar plexus of the chest. The hit was direct, and the strike was critical on the physically weak body. Not wanting to end this fury of blows, Richard rushed his enemy, following suit. Once he caught up with the opponent, Richard would attempt to perform an rising uppercut onto the enemy, and possibly a double handed axe smash to pin him on the edge of the ring, if not completely out of it.
Name:
Orb Glitch
Race
Cetra
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Profession:
Fortune Telling, Local Healer
Class
White Mage
Species Skill
Planet Tongue, Planet Protector
Organisation:
N/A
Alignment
Good
Home Continent:
Midgar
Personality:
Orb, a naturally perservering individual, loves sarcasm and forces himself to do what he must to not only put a smile on another person's face, but also enjoys using his own wits to get stuck up people to crack into a more friendly being. This nature of personality was bestowed upon him during his early teen-aged life while hanging out with a short-lived friend of his, Demetri. His humoristic endeavor cast upon any person's sheer existance is whathe lives for; bettering that of the life of others' for their well being. Sympathy and Empathy are given side effects with this nature, however, for the young man does know when it is time to sacrifice his witty lifestyle and fork over a more serious attitude to an adjusted situation at hand.
Appearance:
Physical appearance is what throws off this individual when it comes to profession. The dark brown hair that Orb keeps shaved from the tops of his ears, all the way down to his neck is hidden by the lengthy patch grown out above, on top of his head. It's shaggy appearance tends to hang evenly and low, save one strand of hair that might slip out over either of his light green/hazel eyes. His lips are only slightly thicker than an average human's for the size of his build, and his nose as simple as a button. As of lately, the growing teen tends to grow out his facial hair in the manner of a thin goatee mustache, allowing a small patch of hair to grow just under his bottom lip. The only difference in the shade of this facial hair, however, is that there are a few spots of hair that have been bleached by the mana's themselves, leaving them so blonde they appear white, and easy to pick out in up close and personal conversation.
The build of the fortune telling cleric seems to be slender, from what is only visible, for the most part, by his arms as they slip throw his grey robes. The hooded, one piece suit is hiding a more simply tunic underneath, to prevent him from being completely nude in cases where the robes are doned too heavy. This white tunic, stamped with a strange, spikey type of look and material are on either side of this hidden shirt; their color being black and tipped with red. His long pants, brown in the most basic color from the type of generic linen he is wearing, give away his towering height of most people around his age, being six feet tall, and almost one extra inch. These pants are too loose toward the feet, however, and fluff out as they tuck into large, black boots strapped around his feet. When it's visible, you can notice that the skin complexion for his body is slightly darker than fair, giving him a sun-bathed type look (Only it being natural).
Equipment:
Large Waist satchel full of different herbs and potions (?)
Weapon:
-Sunder Orb: This orb, more or less a keepsake, and only known gift of what could have been his parent(s), or previous caretaker, is sort of a luck charm in any case to Orb. He was named after it, and has had no objections to this whatsoever, as he aged. Even though it seemed to possess no immediate strengths, something was obviously growing within it's crystal clear containment as it's color only changes upon the mood of it's rightful owner. It's been under training care, and Orb, himself, can cause the named orb, Sunder, to sort of levitate shortly away from his hands with his own magical force.
Combat Abilities:
Level 1 Slots:
-Karmic Retribution (Active): Being a sort of self/owner-defense mechanism, the weapon in possession, if infused with the right amount of magical power, can act out according to the intent of opposing forces. If the actions of the enemy are 'righteous', in a sense they are acting defensively toward themselves or another, the orb attempts to take advantage and lash out at the foe. If, however, the opponent is attempting to become forceful and offensive, in a 'wicked' manner toward the owner of the orb, it will attempt to swing around the vicinity of loose, levitating space between it's owners hands to thwart off the attack. This ability cannot be paired with casting spells in the same turn, for the weapon isn't in the grasp of the caster, which is needed to perform any sort of magical spell.
Level 1: 25% Chance of activation, effect chosen by admins
Level 2 Slots:
-
Level 3 Slots:
-
Magic
Level 1 Slots
-Bio: A spell of toxins and sickening, this spell is known as bio, many believe it came from a sick twisted mage who wished to destroy the world around him, while he was stopped by heros, the power of the spell diminished greatly and was passed onto essences of nature such as toads and such who told the rocks who told the trees, in a way it came to a geomancer who learned from the trees and recorded, this spell is only able to be cast on one person at a time while some abilities seemed to be able to void that and spread it out, while this ability caused sickness to the caster and it seems to erode their health over time. It has also been noticed it is alot like snake venom the more they move and the quicker they move the more damage it does.
- Protect: Protect was created by another child, this one witnessed things around them they cared about being destroyed, while after they got sick of it, and began to raise up and fight for what they believed in and those who faught this child realized that their hard attacks barely phased the child and it felt like they were hitting a steel wall, as the child had managed to create a barrier to protect himself and his friends. This child wrote down the secrets within the top of a box which was hidden within a cave, while it was discovered by a scholary man who recorded it within the book and has given it a nickname. "Child's Dream." This seems to only repel a few attacks before it shatters like glass.
-Cure: A spell created by a maiden, who had witnessed horror that would of made even the more blackened soul feel sick and twisted, this maiden had grown up watching people around her being slaughtered, having people defending her and even noticed that no matter how hard she tried to heal them with medicinal herbs, they would countine to die, so she devoted her soul and life into creating a spell, one that could mend the body and soul and even help those who neared death, while she recorded her research in a scroll, she only finished the spell upon her own death, she got to use it once to heal a wounded rabbit. So this is a spell of healing is very basic, it creates a warmth within the soul and can help preserve life.
Level 2 Slots
-
Level 3 slots
-
Summons:
N/A
Experience
History:
"Life is short, enjoy it while you can!" The quote was caught upon by Orb in his younger teen years of his life, being only thirteen when his best friend, Demetri, passed away. Sure, the sorrow had crawled into his veins, and ate away at his soul at the easily traumatized age that he was, but as the years went on, his mourning eventually faded and Orb came crawling, step by step, into reality. His reality seemed a bit... Off, however. It would appear that around fifteen, Orb could be seen every once in a while, doing what seemed to be conversating with himself. This was no minor mishap, however, for he was soon, unknowingly capable of learning hidden secrets for the better of people.
The first sign of strange activity in this young man's life was during his discovery. Orb was found in the streets of Kalm, a small town outside of Midgar, wrapped up in a basket and grasping on to an orb that was almost the same exact size of his infant head. He was wailing, screaming, even, at the simple fact of being neglected for more than a couple of hours, and the orb he held on to basking itself in the colors of dark red, signifying anger, to a dark purple, showing anxiety and need.
The aura of the orb was the only thing that caught the eye of Kinjozu as he happened to walk by, however. A small, corpus man happened to stroll upon this child and notice that there was no parent nearby to care for the young one. It scared the older man at first, the colors emitting from this basket, but as he summoned the courage up, he knelt down in attempt to calm the child with a touch of his hand. "Now, now. No need to cry th-" Started the humble man, instantly stung by the reactive orb that lifted from the baby's basket and slammed it's force onto his fingers. A quick draw back happened to allow the man to realize that this wasn't a normal occurance. The contact with the older man, however, gave off a warm, soothing vibe to the defensive orb. This caused it to settle next to it's owner once again, nestling in the child's arms and calming the abandon infant time to calm itself down. At barely what must have been one month old, the short, bearded stout man decided that his lonely life could use some company, and he chose to take in the needy baby, dubbing his name "Orb! That's what I'll call you, little fella!"
The story of being found and adopted was only recently revealed to Orb, changing his outlook on life even more. It opened up his world to sort of realize his compatibility with nature, and reading and understanding people. He looked, and even sometimes felt human.. But with the extraordinary sensations of speaking to that 'higher power', or even get the feeling that he was being visited by some sort of entity pleading for help and sanction, he knew that, deep down, something was off with him and other human beings. This feeling was shared with no one, other than his closest family, or in his case, friends.
Learning this most recent power of his supernatural communication, Orb decided to attempt to start a tourist attracting business with reading the fortunes, or in some cases, misfortunes, of random travelers. There are a few cases, however, where some regular customers learned of his special abilities, exploiting them further than just learning a simple fact and having their mind blown, but also having minor wounds healed, or gaining a blessing that would protect them from harms way. This new life style became all too easy in a days work for Orb, and he's been patiently waiting for more, wanting to travel the outside world and actually make newer, alive friends.
RP sample:
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First Person Sample
This locker door was still staring at me. It was telling me, even begging me to open it to let the emptiness within it escape. It's intense whisper in my mind had grown into a vigorous demand, and I almost couldn't take it anymore. It was beginning to give me a pounding headache, and I felt as if I needed to dig my hands into my head, attempting to rip my own skull out. I did this, in fact, and must have looked like a complete lunatic in front of everyone else around me. I couldn't believe it, but there was some sort of release in the pressure on my head, as I loosened the tight grip I had on myself. It was just then that I felt I was about to lose it, wanting to take the blood of everyone around me. The containment within the closed locker door had been a demonic presence, an unseen force that was possessing me into wanting to perform this mad act... But for what goal? She wasn't near me at all, and she didn't offer a prize this time around... But wait, what's this voice I hear, is it really her?
My head whirled around, my hair following and flowing in a pressed manner, flipping to on side of my face. It was the beautiful presence before me that had made my eyes widen with not only surprise and joy, but also an exciting relief that I wasn't the only one in this hot, horrific prison with many other capably fit humanoids. Everything was beginning to give me a sense of claustrophobia, but her comforting presence soothed the beast within my mind from unleashing at this very moment, preventing a possible massacre. She asked me what I was doing in this area, and if I was fighting. Was I fighting? I found, asking myself. It was apparent that I had a battle within my own mind at this time, fending my sanity from becoming corrupt with hellish intents. I jumped up in excitement, hugging the girl that approached me, wanting to only be in this room in search of me. My face had shown a major satisfactory smile as I begin wrapping my arms around the girl, Sibuna, holding her tight and brushing her hair with my fingers. I pulled her chin up then, giving her a kiss on her lips. We had a moment, staring at one another with a fiery, loving passion in which was growing, possibly due to a small sense of separation anxiety that must have built up while he was away. We both stood there, embracing one another for a moment, for I was still unaware what I was doing in this scene. Did I really want to prove my power to everyone in the world? Was there going to be some sort of lesson, or maybe personal satisfaction out of this bout? My mind had too many questions for the world around, and just before I could make a response to the woman before me, My name and number was called. It was demanded I step into the ring.
It looked like a few fights had been taking place in a distant area of the room, fighting one another in attempt to enter the finals of the tournament to come. I couldn't make my self look weak. There was no turning back for me now, for the woman I had grown to enjoy so much was now in my presence. I couldn't admit to her that I had no intentions of being here, simply that I woke up and found myself in this area. But this statement could not only trouble her about my power, but also about the mysterious disappearance. After all, we DID have a great night before, and the scars across my neck and chest gave it away to all around me. There was still dried up blood, and my body odor had given off recent signs of sexual encounters, and vigorous slaughtering of innocent lives. There it is again. My name was called one last time, and I couldn't help but actually respond to this summoning. I looked down at Sibuna one last time before stepping away, nudging my nose against her forehead and kissing it. I take in one last deep breathe, and before I know it I'm standing in a wide open space...
My mind was flooded at the moment. There was too much to think about, so many shouting voices, cheering the man before me on. He was massive, nearly triple my size in mass, and he looked like he had been training, sparring and lifting weights his entire life. What was it that gave me the gut to actually stand before him, risking serious injury? It was her... I wanted to prove to this woman I have what it takes to be free, therefore I stand here, now, showing her that I have more than enough power to defend not only myself, but her and her freedom...
The voices around were ringing in my head, mixed with my own thoughts, and the announcer warning the beginning of the fight to come. However, the only voice I hear throughout this crowded room of muscle-headed brutes was the light, innocent voice of the one I was here for. She had cheered for me in this fight, giving me courage, hope, and reminded me that I was free. I was the liquid in this tournament, and my tortured mind wasn't going to allow this monstrous body builder to throw me down or out. Her voice, shouting my name, telling me that I had this in the bag, that I was going to win had transformed my mind set. She was to be my ultimate prize, once again, and that is when I felt the demon within me awakening again, being reminded of the lust that I so hungered for, that my mind needed to consume. She looked more gorgeous today than she ever had, and her beauty was growing every moment they spent together. I took in one last breathe of nervousness, flushing it out with a deep exhalation as I could feel a filming presence forming over my eyes. It was a sign that I was in a possessed trance, not allowing my own body to falter in a combat of self defense. This man wanted my blood, and he was going to need to try hard to get it. I lift my hands up before my face, and crouch down. Insults were being tossed out in my path, now, and this was fueling my fire. I was being called a freak, a scrawny, pathetic piece of shit. I was being told to go home and make love to my boyfriend... The insults were starting to overpower the lovely sound of Sibuna's voice, and possibly for the better. It was this shouting that caused me to miss the announcer commanding us to begin the fight, and before I knew it, I was engaged in a mortal combat.
The man before me was too bulky. His movements were slower than I'd ever seen anyone move, but it must have come hand in hand with the amount of muscle he was lugging around. He charged me, recklessly, giving me everything he had right away. I watched him pull his arm back, attempting to thrust it forward for a right hook, but his actions were like a megaton boulder being tossed to a feather, in which case the lightweight object would be blown away by the wind. I was the feather. I moved my legs and feet in a motion that launched my body to the foes right side, my arms were still up in a defensive manner. His strong punch could be felt passing by, and the wind happened to clip the feather, making his feet slide on the ground a bit. This man wasn't joking at this point, for his friends, and even allied enemies at this point, wanted a chump like myself out. I couldn't allow this. I wanted my trophy. I take a moment to look over, as the large man was struggling to regain his positioning. She smiled with joy in what just happened, and was the only one to jump up and down at this very moment. She was getting insulted too, being an outcast in this area, almost the only female to be in the room. It worried me, for her safety may have been in jeopardy at this moment. I look back over at the man's fallen arm, and decide it was my turn to strike. I rushed forward, swift with the wind, and jumped on his arms. I began to take a couple of steps up this limb, and after a moment of traveling, I ended up shoving my leg through the elevated space, sending my right heel directly into the mouth of the man. A burst of blood exploded, a cracking sound in place as a few teeth must have busted on this contact, or perhaps it was his nose that decided to burst. I wasn't sure, but he was staggered, and he lifted his hands up to cover his face now. I jumped down from his arm, landing a few yards away from him as he was stumbling back, having a hard time keep his footing together. He was swearing at me, but the fueling insults were by far too much for stress about at this point. My eyes were already pitch black, nothing but a lifeless aura in them. I stand tall now, waiting to see if the man wanted to continue this fight, as the audience stood, shocked, eventually yelling at me, telling me, or even my enemy, how lucky I was. But the blood that shot out...
I realized that a refreshing sprinkle of blood had spat out on my face. I could feel the heat of the plasma running down my cheek. It was close enough for my tongue to reach up at it, giving me a sensation that reminded me of the previous night, how wonderful it was. My eyes were closing now, rolling back into my skull. I could sense the entire life of the previous day with Sibuna, caressing her, licking her, wanting her... This red liquid in my mouth had caused me to bite down on my lip now and take in a deep breathe of relaxation. I wanted her, and I needed her. But before I could obtain her, I needed to win this fight. Sure, this brute had nothing on my speed, and his endurance must have been pathetic if one kick would send him back so far. But I just began to realize how close I was to the edge of the arena grounds. It didn't help that my opponent was charging at me once again, blinded with fury. He had both arms above his head this time, and he got in even closer than before. I couldn't allow this man to smash me now. I crouched my body down, and waited, timing out his sluggish assault, counting to myself. One. Two. Now! I rushed a foot or two forward, springing my body off the ground and using his chest as a wall. I was running on the boarded wall before my, upward. It stunned him for a moment, as my moment caused his gripping palms to unbind themselves. His arms were wide open, and his head was visible once more. As I neared his neck, a couple of steps up, I did something I've never tried in my life. I performed a back flip off of him, using the spinning motion to give more power to my right leg, again, and let my foot uppercut the man in the chin. To my surprise, the massive man lifted off of the ground for a moment, as I landed on my hands. However, instead of regaining my posture in a manner of standing up, I sprung forward once again, sending my same foot into his abdomen, using my hands that were placed on the ground to propel me forward at a speed he didn't seem capable of comparing to. The kick was quick, and powerful. It shocked many people, including Sibuna, herself. Hell, even I was surprised at my own power at this point, as the man was sent flying backwards, skidding across the ground as if he were no longer a boulder, but a simply pebble skipping across the lake of tiles below him. He lifted up, and down, and finally halted at the end of the tile, half of his body hanging off of the edge. It was hard to see it from the far distance that I was standing at, but it appeared the announcer shouted I had won by an account of ring out. Insults were formed at this moment, shouts, screams, and threats. I didn't care anymore, I had won, and my prize was right th-...
What the hell was this guy doing?! A random man had been trying to approach Sibuna from behind, sneakily. The look on his face was devious, as if he wanted to try to take advantage of a lady in this crowded area. My mind exploded in furious anger, and I couldn't hold back. My fight was over, and there was no penalty for leaving the ring at this moment. I rushed from the stage in a blinding speed to the woman's side, lifting my arm up beside her and catching him by the throat. I forced him up against a nearby wall and threatened his life. But it wasn't worth it. It was obvious this pathetic excuse for a human was only attempting to 'get his' as well, but he hadn't won the trophy, it was all mine for the taking... This was the first time in many lifetimes that I had felt a sense of jealousy surge throughout my body.
Third Person Sample (Short PvP Response to an inactive player)
The speedy burst of flowing leg movements seemed to be effective. The demonic man took advantage of the opened up opponent, and his foot did collide with the androids chest, lifting him up into the air. Following his enemy upward, he let his knees clamp tightly on to the young man's head, placing his face directly in his crotch region. Locked, mid air, Richard let the momentum of the powerful grip, quick movement and grasp into the air, and gravity come in to play next. Letting the back of his foes head protrude out more than his knees, he let the weight be smashed into the ground, slamming the back of his enemies' head hard. The android wasn't moving for a moment, as the follow up assault was as deadly as ever. The cheers in the stadium halted for a moment, surprised in this quick motion... But soon after they all stood in amazement and began to cheer, finally, for the demon. The fact that his interesting style of possessed arts was taking over his physical body had surprised them. Now that his enemy wasn't even moving, Richard decided to take another preemptive strike into his enemy, knowing the next one could be a critical hit and hinder his actions for a good amount of time, and possibly even end the fight that quickly.
The demon stood above the unconscious android, only wondering what kind of attack should come next. He circled his foe, thinking heavily on his next action as the time was being counted down from ten seconds. He didn't want to take chances, however, and forced himself into another assault. It appeared that the demon was quite stronger than he realized in his physical prowess, and in this case he wanted to utilize it as best as he could. He kicked up the android, nudging his foot under the young persons side and lifting him up quickly. Before gravity pulled him back on to the ground, Richard rushed forward, slamming both opened palms into the solar plexus of the chest. The hit was direct, and the strike was critical on the physically weak body. Not wanting to end this fury of blows, Richard rushed his enemy, following suit. Once he caught up with the opponent, Richard would attempt to perform an rising uppercut onto the enemy, and possibly a double handed axe smash to pin him on the edge of the ring, if not completely out of it.
