Element
02-02-13, 12:12 PM
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__first glance
|» Apparent Age: Twenty-six
|» Assumed Race: Human
|» Hair Color: Black
|»» Hair Style: Shoulder length, dreadlocks
|» Eye Color: Green
|» Guessed Height: Six foot
|» Guessed Weight: Two hundred
|» Physical Condition: Healthy
__statistics
|» Name: Samuel Lucius Templūs
|»» Sobriquet: Temple
|» Age: Twenty-eight
|» Date of Birth: February 2nd
|» Race: Human
|»» Class: Elemental Fighter
|» Height: Six foot, two inches
|» Weight: One hundred & eighty-nine pounds
|» Occupation: Hunter; wide-ranged birth (woodsman, bounty, guide, guardian)
|» Personality: A rather heartless bastard with some past mommy and daddy issues, Samuel sees the world in black and white without a shred of gray in the middle. You're right or wrong, you're good or bad, and there isn't an in between margin in his eyes, because of mortal motivation. A mental switch can be flipped whenever he wants something, which can turn Temple into the most ruthless individual in Althanas, or the friendliest guy you'd ever meet. Deceit is the name of the game, and getting to higher strides of life is all that he cares about.
|»» Descriptors: Fictitiously Charismatic, Confident, Mild Temperament, Lacks trust
|» Appearance: {Generally speaking, I would insist that you write with the character because this is not a dossier -- however, I will attempt to play by the rules} [See Picture] Caramel skin tone, blemished with scars of a hard-knock life. A lack of facial hair is made up for long, black dreads that are often tied back loosely at the base of his neck. Loose clothing for an impact of the utmost mobility.
|» Stats:
Strength | Average | 1x
Endurance | Above Average | 2x
Agility | Average | 1x
Speed | Average | 1x
|» Skills:
Hand to Hand Combat: While he is far from being an expert in this field, Samuel has enough skill to take down someone who has no skill, or knows the essentials.
Boxing: Coupled with his knowledge of Hand to Hand, should someone want to get into a fist-fight, Samuel isn't inexperienced in this field and willing to take a few hits.
Brawling: [Intermediate] Not being the greatest fighter wont stop the brawny fool from throwing himself into an attack to gain the drop on an opponent.
Chakra Control: Brief control of mana allows his fists to take on various elements (in time) while striking, to deal maximum damage and effectiveness, while dealing status ailments or elemental effects due to the impacts.
|» Abilities:
[B]Mana Strike: [Intermediate] Being able to manifest a swell of mana coupled with a chakra-ready punch allows for a maximum delivery of a kinetic strike and an element of choice based strike.
[B]Ice: [Beginner] The reduction of heat from the [blizzard i] strike has a bone-chilling effect.
»» 20 seconds of freezing upon fists before extinguish.
»» [I]Subsequent Effects: [Minor] Frostbite, numbness of limbs, muscle inactivity | Cold transference to armor or weapons; brittle.
Web: Using mana-created proteins, a punch will open at the last second and produce a thrown ball of webbing which opens a second after it leaves the fingertips to spread open and ensnare animals, opponents, or objects in a stick mess of protein-silk netting. Requires a blade to cut or remove and usually takes [a turn] time to get out of. The netting may or may not come with an attached drag-cord for snatching and pulling captured entities.
»» [I]Net velocity: 5 feet per second | Net size: Max: 5 feet diameter [3 seconds] - Min: 3 inch diameter [1 second] | Net Distance: 50 feet
»» Subsequent Effects: Pins for a turn, no negative effects
Punching Bag: [Advanced] (Passive) Because of Samuel's past, his present has allowed him subjective pain and a higher endurance threshold, allowing him to be less stunned or shocked by incoming strikes, and give him aggressive control of his emotions to allow concrete counter-strikes.
|»» Stacked abilities N/A
|»» Sequential abilities N/A
|» Equipment:
Chokki vest (http://www.centurymartialarts.com/portals/0/Images/Products/02211-LG.JPG) | Grey
Traditional hakama (http://www.centurymartialarts.com/portals/0/Images/Products/0321-LG.JPG) | Black
Agility pack (http://varietybags.net/yahoo_site_admin/assets/images/DSBP_-210V.20293259_std.jpg) | Black
Food
Change of clothes
Essentials
|» History:
What's to tell, right? My mother loved me as best as she could until my father ran her off. I don't really remember how old I was, but I was old enough to know that she wasn't coming back and that I was the next target for my father's alcoholic, drunken ranting to which fists decided to fly every so often. I was old enough to know when to hide and when to stay and fight for what I thought was right -- I think around fifteen or sixteen to be sure.
Around eighteen, I was finished with his rants about how the mining company was treating them poorly. I was tired of being the victim of his aggression and decided to act out on my own when he decided to use me as a punching bag one night. He wasn't around enough to notice that I'd been lifting and hadn't been going to school for a few years prior. He didn't even realize that I'd picked up the mage's gift of mana from mom until I hit him back for the first time in nearly nineteen years. The joy of that first blow after he'd delivered one of his own, left me breathless and left him unconscious laying across the kitchen table.
Later that night, I was packing stuff up to leave and he came up. Tried to apologize. Tried. I threatened him. Threatened his life. His well-being. I swore I'd steal his life from his corpse if he dared lay a finger on me again or try to contact me. He was regretful, knowing that he was in the wrong for so many years, but knew that he couldn't stop me now. I was going to find my mother. I was so noble back then...
Fast forwarding to present day, I use my body and my mother's gift as a sellsword. I'm not even close to being the best in the game, but I'm striving to get there and take on any form of work that might benefit my growth. I looked for nearly ten years for my mother and found nothing -- I still do, but it's more of a sure-bet that she's long gone or dead by now, and I've worked through most of this aggression to the point where I'm something of a stable human... stable as insanity can be, some days, but I manage. I find the jobs that look for someone wanting to gain a few bruises, protect someone or something, transport items to and fro, gain signatures or bounce for people. A little bit of this and that is where my life has brought me now...
__first glance
|» Apparent Age: Twenty-six
|» Assumed Race: Human
|» Hair Color: Black
|»» Hair Style: Shoulder length, dreadlocks
|» Eye Color: Green
|» Guessed Height: Six foot
|» Guessed Weight: Two hundred
|» Physical Condition: Healthy
__statistics
|» Name: Samuel Lucius Templūs
|»» Sobriquet: Temple
|» Age: Twenty-eight
|» Date of Birth: February 2nd
|» Race: Human
|»» Class: Elemental Fighter
|» Height: Six foot, two inches
|» Weight: One hundred & eighty-nine pounds
|» Occupation: Hunter; wide-ranged birth (woodsman, bounty, guide, guardian)
|» Personality: A rather heartless bastard with some past mommy and daddy issues, Samuel sees the world in black and white without a shred of gray in the middle. You're right or wrong, you're good or bad, and there isn't an in between margin in his eyes, because of mortal motivation. A mental switch can be flipped whenever he wants something, which can turn Temple into the most ruthless individual in Althanas, or the friendliest guy you'd ever meet. Deceit is the name of the game, and getting to higher strides of life is all that he cares about.
|»» Descriptors: Fictitiously Charismatic, Confident, Mild Temperament, Lacks trust
|» Appearance: {Generally speaking, I would insist that you write with the character because this is not a dossier -- however, I will attempt to play by the rules} [See Picture] Caramel skin tone, blemished with scars of a hard-knock life. A lack of facial hair is made up for long, black dreads that are often tied back loosely at the base of his neck. Loose clothing for an impact of the utmost mobility.
|» Stats:
Strength | Average | 1x
Endurance | Above Average | 2x
Agility | Average | 1x
Speed | Average | 1x
|» Skills:
Hand to Hand Combat: While he is far from being an expert in this field, Samuel has enough skill to take down someone who has no skill, or knows the essentials.
Boxing: Coupled with his knowledge of Hand to Hand, should someone want to get into a fist-fight, Samuel isn't inexperienced in this field and willing to take a few hits.
Brawling: [Intermediate] Not being the greatest fighter wont stop the brawny fool from throwing himself into an attack to gain the drop on an opponent.
Chakra Control: Brief control of mana allows his fists to take on various elements (in time) while striking, to deal maximum damage and effectiveness, while dealing status ailments or elemental effects due to the impacts.
|» Abilities:
[B]Mana Strike: [Intermediate] Being able to manifest a swell of mana coupled with a chakra-ready punch allows for a maximum delivery of a kinetic strike and an element of choice based strike.
[B]Ice: [Beginner] The reduction of heat from the [blizzard i] strike has a bone-chilling effect.
»» 20 seconds of freezing upon fists before extinguish.
»» [I]Subsequent Effects: [Minor] Frostbite, numbness of limbs, muscle inactivity | Cold transference to armor or weapons; brittle.
Web: Using mana-created proteins, a punch will open at the last second and produce a thrown ball of webbing which opens a second after it leaves the fingertips to spread open and ensnare animals, opponents, or objects in a stick mess of protein-silk netting. Requires a blade to cut or remove and usually takes [a turn] time to get out of. The netting may or may not come with an attached drag-cord for snatching and pulling captured entities.
»» [I]Net velocity: 5 feet per second | Net size: Max: 5 feet diameter [3 seconds] - Min: 3 inch diameter [1 second] | Net Distance: 50 feet
»» Subsequent Effects: Pins for a turn, no negative effects
Punching Bag: [Advanced] (Passive) Because of Samuel's past, his present has allowed him subjective pain and a higher endurance threshold, allowing him to be less stunned or shocked by incoming strikes, and give him aggressive control of his emotions to allow concrete counter-strikes.
|»» Stacked abilities N/A
|»» Sequential abilities N/A
|» Equipment:
Chokki vest (http://www.centurymartialarts.com/portals/0/Images/Products/02211-LG.JPG) | Grey
Traditional hakama (http://www.centurymartialarts.com/portals/0/Images/Products/0321-LG.JPG) | Black
Agility pack (http://varietybags.net/yahoo_site_admin/assets/images/DSBP_-210V.20293259_std.jpg) | Black
Food
Change of clothes
Essentials
|» History:
What's to tell, right? My mother loved me as best as she could until my father ran her off. I don't really remember how old I was, but I was old enough to know that she wasn't coming back and that I was the next target for my father's alcoholic, drunken ranting to which fists decided to fly every so often. I was old enough to know when to hide and when to stay and fight for what I thought was right -- I think around fifteen or sixteen to be sure.
Around eighteen, I was finished with his rants about how the mining company was treating them poorly. I was tired of being the victim of his aggression and decided to act out on my own when he decided to use me as a punching bag one night. He wasn't around enough to notice that I'd been lifting and hadn't been going to school for a few years prior. He didn't even realize that I'd picked up the mage's gift of mana from mom until I hit him back for the first time in nearly nineteen years. The joy of that first blow after he'd delivered one of his own, left me breathless and left him unconscious laying across the kitchen table.
Later that night, I was packing stuff up to leave and he came up. Tried to apologize. Tried. I threatened him. Threatened his life. His well-being. I swore I'd steal his life from his corpse if he dared lay a finger on me again or try to contact me. He was regretful, knowing that he was in the wrong for so many years, but knew that he couldn't stop me now. I was going to find my mother. I was so noble back then...
Fast forwarding to present day, I use my body and my mother's gift as a sellsword. I'm not even close to being the best in the game, but I'm striving to get there and take on any form of work that might benefit my growth. I looked for nearly ten years for my mother and found nothing -- I still do, but it's more of a sure-bet that she's long gone or dead by now, and I've worked through most of this aggression to the point where I'm something of a stable human... stable as insanity can be, some days, but I manage. I find the jobs that look for someone wanting to gain a few bruises, protect someone or something, transport items to and fro, gain signatures or bounce for people. A little bit of this and that is where my life has brought me now...