Post by caloricmoon on Oct 21, 2012 11:27:20 GMT
| [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;] Raki Avanji [/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: 18 sex: male sexual orientation: hetrosexual [/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:
Rogues
Species& Class Skills:
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.
Appearance:
Alignment:
True Neutral
Profession:
Wandering Rogue
Personality:
Raised a simple life, he only takes what is needed and nothing more, let it be from a market stall or the fruit from a tree. Described often as stoic or reserved in his speech. Few have heard him actually speak. Rumor has it the he is actually mute.
Raki is a simple individual, not prone to violent acts but is not afraid to get his hands dirty if threatened. A true believer in the flow of the "Natural" order of things, that nature is the true decider of what should be.
Not prove to thievery unless for survival, nor does he believe in killing unless absolutely necessary. Raki is defensive of those close to him be they allies/family etc... especially in groups if an individual(s) is key to the survival of the group which his own survival depends upon.
He prefers not to take sides in an argument or mediate, believing whatever course should prevail would do so naturally. Free of sworn oaths to outside parties or binding agreements Raki approaches every situation level headed and every fight with the intention to maim not kill...unless necessary.
Home Continent:
Lost Continent
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Statistics
[/style][STYLE= border: 8px solid #333333; width: 100px; margin-top: -55px; float: right;]What do you use to kick ass?
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1
Choosing option C: Atk:100 Def:50
HP:
90
MP:
60
Atk:
250
Def:
100
Mag:
100
Spr:
50
Experience:
0
Stat Points:
500
Gil:
100
Equipment:
Name: Runic Axe
Atk: +10
Character Abilities:
Name: Flicker-I
Level:1
Description: Being a demon from a plain of the nether where light is sparse, Raki will reflect light off his body in a cone like projection creating a false after image. This may be used once per thread to evade/dodge one attack.
MP:50
Name:Void Blade
Level: 1
Cost: 1000gil
Description: Pulling from the nether, Raki will cause his axe to become encased in black magic, the attack does dark damage. Lasts 1 turn.
MP150
Magic:
Drain
Bio
Summons:
None
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Past Times
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Born in a nameless dimension that mirrored the human world, Raki was porn into the hierarchy of the void. His father was a well renowned war general with much pull and resources. In this world, this mirror of existence, they lived in it was a crime punishable by death to interfere with the world many had heard called Gaia. Raki grew ever curious as to the workings of the strange world and its inhabitants.
His father on the other hand, had much pull with those whom found ways to slip between the dimensions, cracks in the veil that seperated them from many many worlds, and he would have caravans worth of merchandise delivered by the day as trophies and spoils of wars fought on strange distant lands. Its was by pure chance Raki stumbled upon Gaia during a random stroll through the void.
It was diverse, green fields, nature loving beings and so forth. There were also megalomaniacs, obcessed with power and greed, corrupting the very planet itself with machines that pulled its life force from the core. The pull of curiosity was too great, and after an underhanded deal, he was shown a way to phase through the invisible wall that separated the two worlds.
As he spent one full day taking in the view, he attempted to pass through the wall and met with resistance, strong resistance. Panic setting in, Raki pushed and slammed his fist against seemingly nothing. And as he stood exhausted a face appeared in mid air, no just any face....his fathers.
"Iv'e been watching you raki, and i can tell you love this world so much. Enough to forsake the laws." his fathers voice whispered through the void " Enjoy your stay....for eternity." a his face disappeared Raki paniced and slammed his axe against the invisible glass. It seemed his visit would be a little more permanent than he intended.
Roleplay Sample:
The raid came in the dead of night, the village was completely silent, the last few villagers were taking down tents and putting away pottery. Raki was grabbing his fathers craft tools when it came. The single kunai that would forever change his life. It sang through the air embedding itself in the man who had just stood up in front of Raki. He slumped over, twitching slightly before becoming very still. Raki leaned down and shook the man, recognizing him as the individual who had given him his first fan last year. "Please mister, open your eyes" raki pleaded, but the man remained still...so very still.
With no warning countless scrolls soared into the air, and with a audible poof hundreds of kunai flew in every direction, shredding tents and destroying small stalls that were left standing. Screams erupted instantly. Raki grabbed a small boat and flipped it over, his heart pounding as the endless thunk of metal pitted itself in the bottom of his only shield. Suddenly all way silent. Raki peered out gingerly from the safely of the boat and his breath caught in his throat. A group of masked individuals walked through the ruined village, masks obscured their face, they carried an array of weapon but they had no headbands. "Rogue Shinobi?!" Raki gasps silently. A villager ran out suddenly from their hut and was cut down instantly. No remorse. No regret. This was an extermination...
Raki slowly crept out from under the boat and hid among the shadows as he ran towards his hut. Little did he know, it did not go unnoticed. He busted into his home and quickly located his parent at the back hiding under the boards. Before they could exchange a word the sound of the door being knocked open filled the house. Raki's mother and father quickly pulled him down motioning for him to remain silent. The shinobi walked the house slowly, lingering constantly around just where they hid under the floor....they knew they were there. With one last glance his parents burst out of their hiding spot and engaged the intruders. Outnumbered Raki sobbed silently as he listened to they cry out in agony as the enemy tore them apart. Moments after the fighting died down Raki's nostrils.
An orange flicker was visible between the boards from Raki's point of view. They had set the house on fire. He lifted the board and came face to face with his parent bloody and ragged on the floor. His father twitched slightly, raising his head to meet Raki's gaze "Father why?" Raki asked tears spilled from his eyes as he spoke. The last words Raki would hear from his father "This is the way of the world...survival my son...survival".
From that day forward Raki understood fully what made everything tick, why the world was the way it was, why people do what they do. It was nature. Simply the way of the world.
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