Arial the Third

[Arial the Third]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 650px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/pN4s1.png); -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #181818 solid 10px; ] [STYLE=width: 400px; background-color: 333333; padding-top: 4px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 16px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 0px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 5px; color: 777777;] Ariallis Sionysis Emperialis the Third [/style][STYLE= border: 8px solid #333333; width: 100px; margin-top: -55px; float: right;][/style][STYLE=width: 340px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: 4px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -0.5px; color: 777777; text-align: justify;] age: 87 sex: female sexual orientation: Bisexual [/style][STYLE= width: 400px; background-color: 5e5e5e; text-align: justify; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; line-height: 9px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 181818; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:0px 0px 40px 0px;] Race: Lucavi Class: Knight Species& Class Skills: Description: The Lucavi are an ancient race that do not belong on the mortal plane. In short the Lucavi are demons.Even in their weakest forms they are usually far more powerful than the average mortal. Lucavi are not born on this world, rather summoned through various means. Or even trapped here as a sort of punishment. Species Skill: Demonic Living: Demons often live long lives spent developing their abilities and skills in order to survive. Demons can select 2 abilities or magic at creation both costing 1000 gil or less each. Description: Knights are the basic warrior class. Physically strong and hardy these warriors generally use their superior fighting skills to smash and slash their way through battle. They make use of physical combat abilities to deal great damage and weaken their opponents before moving in for the kill. Starting Options: A HP:50 Atk:50 Def:50 Appearance: Middle length Purple hair, and Glowing Blue eyes, these are the first things noticed about the Lucavi. A Pair of Black horns, and Elvish ears, a button like nose, a pair of Fangs, and a heart shape face fill out the rest of the facial structure. Next thing you would notice, is the human like pinkish skin, white teeth with a pair of fangs, and armored sleeveless robes. A slightly tall Figure, Five foot, eight inches tall. A Slender waist is seen as it is belted, and a curvy figure, though only slightly, as her body is not as soft as it could be. A slightly revealed midriff shows a hint of the body underneath, while the small chest plate covers from below the neck, to just above the navel. The Robe portion is like that of a Jacket with a hood, in the color of black. Going down, you find a Plated Skirt, that covers the front, and back rather well, and a pair of boots, made for walking long distances. All this over slightly toned, long legs, and rather nice, well toned thighs, are all that are seen from the ground up. Alignment: Self, and Allies, to all others, no alliances have been made. Considered Neutral or Evil. Profession: Mercenary Personality: She was raised as a Princess, set to do a Generals work. As such, she tends to be straight forward, and only hiding things or misleading when deemed that it would be better for her cause. This means that she can be quite blunt, even if she is being polite. This tends to lend people the perception that she is either unintelligent or simple. That is not the case. She is just more focused on tactical analysis and formations, or on the maneuvers of battle. She could be considered a genius of hard work, as she will work hard to master what she wants, in order to increase her potency on the battle field. Her style of training is to isolate herself, as she tries to figure out the move, maneuver or strategy, until she understands it enough to put it into true practice. This is why she could also be considered a partial loner. That is not true though, as she also prefers the company of others, when at leisure. She has a tendency to be cruel to opponents she deems unworthy. She is willing to kill someone for not giving her a good battle, if they challenged her prematurely, but will let a worthy opponent live, just for the honor of fighting them again. She does this, as a worthy opponent can help her grow even more. It is also, so that if she spited them more, they might come back even more powerful. As a demon, she does tend to have some bad traits. She is a bit touchy, enjoying the occasional groping of another person, going so far as to suggest she is checking for weapons or otherwise. She also can be teasing, in an almost cruel sense, be it her allies, or her underlings. This comes from her nature as a demon general, who knows to raise her underlings, she must first demoralize and destroy them, so she can build them up stronger, though it is also because she finds fun in tormenting. Arial could be quite cruel when taking over a location. Lets just say that though she could be considered neutral, she does have some evil sides to her. Home Continent: Midgar, it is where She was found unconscious. [/style] [STYLE=width: 400px; background-color: 333333; padding-top: 4px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 16px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 0px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 5px; color: 777777;] Statistics [/style][STYLE= border: 8px solid #333333; width: 100px; margin-top: -55px; float: right;][/style][STYLE=width: 340px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: 4px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -0.5px; color: 777777; text-align: justify;] What do you use to kick ass? [/style][STYLE= width: 400px; background-color: 5e5e5e; text-align: justify; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; line-height: 12px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 181818; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:0px 0px 40px 0px;] Character Level: 5 HP: 300 MP: 100 Atk: 300 Def: 350 Mag: 200 Spr: 200 Experience: 2500 Stat Points: 1450 counting Knight Starting package Gil: 100 Equipment: Shield Claws A Pair of shields worn on the wrists and grasped on by the hands, they are formulated to protect the wielder and rend through flesh. Shaped in a way to protect the arms, and be used for deflection, they start out on the arm like any shield, but as you go to the bottom, which face from the wrist forward, it breaks into three, long teeth, used for piercing, slashing, and Stabbing people. In the hands of a novice, it can do little more than protect people, but in the hands of a Trained person, it can be a devastating weapon. -Damage +10 Character Abilities: Level 1 Slots: -Double Strike I: 25MP [Activated] An ability, gained from practicing with paired up weapons for so long, This ability passively splits one attack into two at the cost of making them each deal a portion of the damage normally dealt. The advantage is the ability to deal damage twice in a post, but the disadvantage is that the damage is less on both strikes. Costs 10 MP Two Strikes at half damage. Level 2 Slots: -Double Strike II: 50 MP [Activated] The advancing form of Lesser Double strike, it has increased the damage through sheer repetition and practice. This ability is considered to be the basic strength of the skill, as the cost does indeed go with the power of the skill, while the first strike is not as strong as the second, it is actually based on the concept of boxing's One Two Strike. First strike does half Damage, Second does full damage. Magic: -Cure: Cure: Restores 10% HP Summons: N/A AT CREATION [/style] [STYLE=width: 400px; background-color: 333333; padding-top: 4px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 16px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 0px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 5px; color: 777777;] Past Times [/style][STYLE= border: 8px solid #333333; width: 100px; margin-top: -55px; float: right;][/style][STYLE=width: 340px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: 4px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -0.5px; color: 777777; text-align: justify;] Past Times . [/style][STYLE= width: 400px; background-color: 5e5e5e; text-align: justify; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; line-height: 12px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 181818; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:0px 0px 40px 0px;] HISTORY: Born of a noble Family in another world, Arial was the third one to hold that name, the second being her mother. As if Irony was not enough, she was also the Third child to her parents, and third daughter. This would have been no problem, but their fourth Child, a son, wanted the throne, and would have had to have either exiled, or killed all of his older sisters. Though, that meant he would have to go through her, first. It was why, it was a good thing that she was slated for a position in the military, instead of being a simple Princess. Her raising was not that of her older sisters, two princesses was enough to enable the ruling their share. She was, instead, brought up with the intention of being a leader on the battle ground. The training was tough. She spent many a day, in her young life bruised, bloody, and otherwise worn out. That did not mean that her beauty was marred, instead it grew in spite of her injuries, seemingly matching her prowess on the battle field. She became known as the Rose of their kingdom's force, but that title was short lived. Her older sisters became Jealous, and that was when her younger brother, who enrolled to become a Mage of the court as well as the Prince, got together with his two Rivals for the throne. They came up with a plan. They would trick their Sister out onto the battle field, and exile her personally. So, as she slept, they sent a servant to deliver a message to her, which, as they all knew, she slept lightly, so in the middle of the night, she went out to the fields. She saw her sisters there, as well as her brothers, and as anyone who was of the military would do, she bowed, with a "Your majesties?" As they all held back their anger that she would not act as if she wanted the throne, they gave her a story of enemies on the yonder, and how they wanted her to go take them out. She nodded, and pulled out her Three pronged Shield claws. As her back was turned, with the help of his sisters, the brother opened up a portal, and Arial the Third found herself no longer in her home. She found herself in a world that seemed severely different, with a City of metal, protected with a dome, and and many people, unlike her own species. These were people of Mythology to her. People who did not have pointed ears, or horns, or fangs. A world where Machines flew in the sky, and a world where Magic coexisted with the technology peacefully, instead of having to be infused with it. This world was marvelous, and so, she stepped towards the City, and located an entrance, and found her way in. This lead to her learning a great deal. From their class system of Rich live above the poor, to the luxury of fighting for her life against the monsters that inhabited the lower levels. She heard rumors of Materia, and of far off continents that held different power, and more species. She learned that there were more forms of Magic here, than in her home world. She started to smile brightly at this. If she was not to lead the military of her home, she would seek a new home. She could locate herself a Lord or Lady to follow, and she would lead their army. She found her way out of Midgar again, and this time, climbed the Dome. She stood on top, and laughed Maniacally. She was a Lunatic Princess, stranded in another world, and ready for Conquest. She was not likely to let others stand in her way. She decided though, that to be ready for a Lord or Lady, she would have to train herself. So she sought a place in the wilderness to continue her training, before joining the rest of the world. This is where her story begins, just after a few months of training. Roleplay Sample: AT LEAST 3 PARAGAPHS [/style]

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[Arial the Third]

RP Sample:
OOC: This is from a Bleach forum I was on, my character, Lincilla Heidora made the mistake of running into an Espada. The Espada had decided to train her, but was RP'ed by an idiot who did not understand the differences in power level, or how to train another character, and also was a power player who did not give me much to work with, I got back at him.
IC:

The Espada showed some annoyance at her statements, though in a cruel fashion, to her he seemed to be happy about it. She listened to him, and gained the gist of it, but as he spoke, she slowly got pressed to the ground. He was releasing his pressure, which made her question, was he really that angry at her calling him Septima? He stated how he would teach her things, but that was put at the one request. Could she stand up to him in his presence with out him holding back?

She knew immediately that he had lied. He would teach her nothing. Instead he was toying with her, he was going to kill her like this. She had no where near the spiritual pressure she once had. No, she had only a little bit, the rest must have been taken by the one who had changed her form. She started to grunt in annoyance, feeling that she was unable to fight back. The pressure, it was unlike anything she could remember ever feeling. It was going to crush her alive, if she did nothing.

Then he started to speak more, as she was being crushed to the ground, causing her insides to be flattened out, causing her body to be crushed, and her blood to seep from her wound even more. The pressure on her lungs made it hard to focus, and the tears started to come from her eyes. She knew he would kill her, but there was nothing she could do, but try to fight back.

He gave her orders, but she barely heard it, all she knew from the pain in her head and body, was that she needed strength. She did not have a lot of it, but she started trying what she heard, even if it sounded far away. She tried to focus her reiatsu into her limbs, and started to try to push up, but barely got anywhere. She could not move her arms or legs enough, the pressure was holding her in place. She was helpless. She could not even move with how immense the pressure was.

She started to cry soundlessly, as she felt her inner organs start to be pushed more, before getting an idea, if she could not move, why could she not reinforce her body, it would keep her alive, if only for a little bit longer. She closed her eyes and focused. She spread it around the organs that she needed to survive. Her lungs, her brain, her various vascular systems. All of it.

She could feel it slowly, though still knew she would never be able to survive this, not with out help. She slowly reached into her mind, into her heart, and started to seek a sign of strength. Sadly, she had none. Her human memories were locked away, and early memories as a hollow as well.

She then remembered the pack she traveled with. The various hollows who had joined her pack, the ones that she had used. It had the opposite effect on her.

She had been just like this guy, the septima espada. She had toyed with them, she had made them her slaves, broken their minds, and eventually, she had eaten them, All for the good of the pack as she had said. She could feel them all inside her. She started to resist strengthening herself thanks to such things...

She would not die!

She could not, she had many lives to make up for. She would not be allowed to die until she had done some good.

Her eyes shot open, anger and rage in them, as well as tears of pain, as she once again entered the mind state that she needed. The one with the determination to kill him. He was too dangerous, and he was proving it right now. She could feel it, he was going to try to kill her, and everything else.

Though that was just thoughts in her mind as she was fighting off death. She could not help but feel that way, but as she did, she started fluctuating her Reiatsu. She would have to strengthen it by moving it back and forth. She started to work it, she wanted to survive so she could spit poison into his eyes, if nothing else.

She started to press more against the floor, this time of her own volition, and though she could not get up, she could attempt to slither. She was a serpent after all.

She slowly started to move forward. She could bite the guys leg, if she got close enough. She felt the Reiatsu running laps inside her body, trying to strengthen her body against his pressure. She would fight him, she would fight him with all her might, until he finally was dead. She needed to think that, and she could feel the other hollows, the ones she had devoured, and their own power surging with in her.

They wanted to fight.

She could not help but draw upon their will to fight, as tears pooled around her, making it easier to move, as it mixed with her blood. She slowly moved an inch. Her rational mind was saying it was hopeless, but the other half of her mind was saying how she had to fight.

She felt the serpent inside her, the one that was herself, the one that had grown the seven mighty heads, and had fed on other hollows. The way it worked out, the pain she had inflicted, she would pay it back to the world. She had so many lives to live for. So many things to do, and so many people to meet.

She could feel the way her mind was starting to coil. She was thinking about striking him, but knew she could not, not at this time. She would have to wait. She could be patient, all serpents could, especially when it had several minds to keep it in tact. The minds may not be there anymore, but their will and instincts were.

She started to grind her teeth, as she tried to push herself up, and tried to move a bit closer to him. It was barely any visible movement at all. She could only move so much in this pressure that was Hades on most things.

Her mind was stronger, she could feel the way her mind coalesced with the feelings that she felt. She felt it run her Reiatsu faster and stronger though her. She felt it touch the tip of her fingers, and toes, and every strand of hair. She would have to work it like a kind of shield against the pressure.

She noticed he had not tried to step on her yet, so maybe he had not decided to kill her yet. He could still try, but would he? She hoped not, since this was her ability to live that she needed. She could not fight him off, not directly, not even indirectly, but if she saw a sign of weakness, she might take it in the future. She did not like such people, though she realized, doing so was probably what he wanted.

He wanted her to find a reason to strike him, as a way to get her to strive to be stronger. She would have to take it. She gave a hiss of annoyance. She wanted to be stronger now! She wanted to be able to get to her knees, if nothing else. The taste of her tears were salty to her lips. She would not dry out, she would not wash up. Instead, she would fight him as best as she could.

He wanted her to fail, but she wanted to succeed. She wanted to slither up to him, and inject him with so much poison that he would die, she could not do that to her knowledge, but that was her wishes. She listened to the walls, and the floor as she tried to fight the pressure.

They radiated with it. Did he know? No, not likely. He was not likely to sense such things, but she could. her eyes and ears picked up on it. His pressure could pull the walls and the floor, and destroy this whole hall, if he was not careful, but it was focused on her. She could only think of one thing worse.

Weakening the walls.

If the walls got weakened, they would crush her, and him a little bit. Looking at him as best as she could, she could tell he would survive it. She grunted as she tried to push herself closer. The reiatsu helped for slithering, same with the blood and tears that had came out of her, softening her clothing, as well as slicking up the floor.

The way that this worked, it had to help her out. The pressure made it hard for to do much else but focus on keeping her organs from exploding from the pressure. It kept her bones from breaking beyond minor fractures so far, but she found a mistake.

The closer she got, the more it hit her. His pressure was stronger near her. If she got too close, it would cause her to die from more pressure, logically she should have thought of that already.

She had been attempting to crawl to her death, but that was the only direction she could go. She could not move back, there was nothing slickening the floor to make it possible, was there? She could only move forward, but if she got closer, to the source, the pressure would be stronger.

She could not run or back away. She had to stay still. She closed her eyes, and focused more, causing her reiatsu to move in tides over her body. She needed it to ripple, like a drop of rain in a pond. The way it would help would be to relax her body. She was tense due to the increasing strength.

She felt the way her bones creaked, and the way her body felt. She would need medical attention, if there was any. She resigned herself to that. She would only have to hold up till he got bored enough to go find someone else to play with. She had to be patient.

She looked up at him, and spit.

It landed only an inch from her, it was blood from grinding her teeth against the reiatsu pressure being put on her. She preceded to try to fight it, but knew that she could no longer move. She could only stay there, and hope that the Reiatsu pressure was taken down, so that she could possibly stand up.

[Demon Lord]

Accepted