Armis
02-19-17, 04:04 AM
Name:
Armis Interminatus
Nickname/Alias:
None at the moment
Age:
26
Race:
Human
Height:
5'11"
Weight:
140
Occupation:
Wanderer / Oddjobs
Personality:
For the most part, Armis is the type of person who tends to let his actions speak louder about himself than his words. He's soft-spoken and rarely talks, although when he chooses to his aim to relay concise, important information. He prefers not to engage in idle conversation for the most part, and should he end up in a crowd he'll likely keep to himself while still attentively listening to the current topic of conversation.
That being said, he had a fairly steadfast personality, one that is not easily influenced or swayed by those around him. He does accept honest advice and takes it to heart, but complaints, tension, and other "negative" forms are less likely to make it far into his thoughts. This does not mean he is close-minded, as in fact Armis is open and welcome to interacting with others of various different lifestyles and beliefs.
Unfortunately, one of his shortcomings does come to light when he witnesses oppression, or some other form of injustice to others. Rather than step in, he is more likely to keep quiet, preferring to avoid conflict with others than actively engage on his own. However, should someone else step in and they are in need of aid or support, he will then be willing to lend aid.
History:
For the most part, everything that Armis can recall is only up to after he had turned 20 years old, with pretty much everything before that being a haze. At times he can recall small bits and pieces, of being with his parents in a kingdom that bordered an ocean, although whether he was of royalty or lower-class is another unknown attribute. From what he can gather, that memory was somewhere in Corone, and many other fragments of his past follow a similar path, being mere pieces of a puzzle.
One of the pieces that has yet been completed is the origin of his ability to summon weapons at will. The power itself doesn't feel like he is calling the weapon from another realm or place, but at the same time it is not like the item exists in some form in the current plane. Currently the sensation of calling forth a blade has become more muscle memory than conscious action, as well as the particular honed style of swordsmanship that he is capable of performing in combat. How far this martial knowledge's scope is something yet undiscovered, but Armis has caught himself from time to time practicing movements with other types of weapons in his head.
As for what Armis can recall accurately, was that he ended up leaving that kingdom with a group of friends, but then losing them along the way, their locations now unknown. After that he barely managed to get by on his own, wandering from town to town lending his services in whatever way he could, whether that be as a hunter/forager, or taking on bounties for questionable characters. That being said, not all of his ventures had been met with success. Not more than once had he come close to death against opponents far out of his league, surviving by the skin of his teeth and sheer luck. This has helped to hone some of his skills, and steel his mind against the adversities he has and will face in the near future.
Of course, as time went by he had grown more accustomed to these challenges, and now he could more easily get by following his chosen lifestyle as a wanderer, choosing to continue in order to try and piece together the fragmented memories of his past, and potentially find those friends he had lost contact with.
Appearance:
Armis has an appearance that is fairly accurate to his age, although slightly skinnier than a well-fed traveler due to his lifestyle as a wanderer, barely getting by on the scraps of currency he can put together upon visiting a town.
His skin is lightly tanned due to being out in the sun for extended periods of time, although his clothing makes up for that by covering most of his body, with a hood he can pull up during particularly hot days. For his body he is in shape in spite of being malnourished majority of the time, having a toned, lean build necessary for survival.
He has feathered medium-length jet black hair with bangs that fall on the sides of his face, the points ending down at his chin while some loose ones fall in front of the tip of his nose. The rest of usually pushed back, ending at the base of his neck while the sides fall just below the top of his ears. His facial features are coarsened from losing the baby fat around his face, and due to not having shaved for a decent amount of time he has developed a thin beard.
Skills:
Summoned Armory (Novice): A mysterious power that Armis himself doesn't even know the origins of. It allows him to store a nigh infinite limit of weapons and armor in a crystalline form, without needing to carry them in a bag or other container like a pocket dimension. That being said, it doesn't mean he can access them all at once. He can add these items to the armory by gaining ownership of the weapon, whether in the form of a purchase or otherwise (he can't simply touch an item and make it his, although the particular requirements for what is considered "owned" is undiscovered).
Weapon Arts Practitioner: Armis is capable of wielding many varieties of blades, polearms, and other martial weapons to a practiced level of proficiency, albeit not at the level of a master of even an adept. That being said, he can make up for his lack of focused knowledge with a wide array of techniques specific to the type of weapon he is wielding.
Abilities:
Summon Weapon: Armis can currently only summon one weapon at a time, as he needs to be in physical contact with the item to keep it in physical form. Once he releases the weapon from his grip it immediately vanishes back into the ether, returning to the armory.
Equipment/Weapons:
Simple Blade: A one-handed straight sword with a single cutting edge that Armis has been in ownership of as far as he can recall. It is normally stored within the armory. Due to his familiarity with the weapon and its design, Armis can quickly produce it into physical form.
Armis Interminatus
Nickname/Alias:
None at the moment
Age:
26
Race:
Human
Height:
5'11"
Weight:
140
Occupation:
Wanderer / Oddjobs
Personality:
For the most part, Armis is the type of person who tends to let his actions speak louder about himself than his words. He's soft-spoken and rarely talks, although when he chooses to his aim to relay concise, important information. He prefers not to engage in idle conversation for the most part, and should he end up in a crowd he'll likely keep to himself while still attentively listening to the current topic of conversation.
That being said, he had a fairly steadfast personality, one that is not easily influenced or swayed by those around him. He does accept honest advice and takes it to heart, but complaints, tension, and other "negative" forms are less likely to make it far into his thoughts. This does not mean he is close-minded, as in fact Armis is open and welcome to interacting with others of various different lifestyles and beliefs.
Unfortunately, one of his shortcomings does come to light when he witnesses oppression, or some other form of injustice to others. Rather than step in, he is more likely to keep quiet, preferring to avoid conflict with others than actively engage on his own. However, should someone else step in and they are in need of aid or support, he will then be willing to lend aid.
History:
For the most part, everything that Armis can recall is only up to after he had turned 20 years old, with pretty much everything before that being a haze. At times he can recall small bits and pieces, of being with his parents in a kingdom that bordered an ocean, although whether he was of royalty or lower-class is another unknown attribute. From what he can gather, that memory was somewhere in Corone, and many other fragments of his past follow a similar path, being mere pieces of a puzzle.
One of the pieces that has yet been completed is the origin of his ability to summon weapons at will. The power itself doesn't feel like he is calling the weapon from another realm or place, but at the same time it is not like the item exists in some form in the current plane. Currently the sensation of calling forth a blade has become more muscle memory than conscious action, as well as the particular honed style of swordsmanship that he is capable of performing in combat. How far this martial knowledge's scope is something yet undiscovered, but Armis has caught himself from time to time practicing movements with other types of weapons in his head.
As for what Armis can recall accurately, was that he ended up leaving that kingdom with a group of friends, but then losing them along the way, their locations now unknown. After that he barely managed to get by on his own, wandering from town to town lending his services in whatever way he could, whether that be as a hunter/forager, or taking on bounties for questionable characters. That being said, not all of his ventures had been met with success. Not more than once had he come close to death against opponents far out of his league, surviving by the skin of his teeth and sheer luck. This has helped to hone some of his skills, and steel his mind against the adversities he has and will face in the near future.
Of course, as time went by he had grown more accustomed to these challenges, and now he could more easily get by following his chosen lifestyle as a wanderer, choosing to continue in order to try and piece together the fragmented memories of his past, and potentially find those friends he had lost contact with.
Appearance:
Armis has an appearance that is fairly accurate to his age, although slightly skinnier than a well-fed traveler due to his lifestyle as a wanderer, barely getting by on the scraps of currency he can put together upon visiting a town.
His skin is lightly tanned due to being out in the sun for extended periods of time, although his clothing makes up for that by covering most of his body, with a hood he can pull up during particularly hot days. For his body he is in shape in spite of being malnourished majority of the time, having a toned, lean build necessary for survival.
He has feathered medium-length jet black hair with bangs that fall on the sides of his face, the points ending down at his chin while some loose ones fall in front of the tip of his nose. The rest of usually pushed back, ending at the base of his neck while the sides fall just below the top of his ears. His facial features are coarsened from losing the baby fat around his face, and due to not having shaved for a decent amount of time he has developed a thin beard.
Skills:
Summoned Armory (Novice): A mysterious power that Armis himself doesn't even know the origins of. It allows him to store a nigh infinite limit of weapons and armor in a crystalline form, without needing to carry them in a bag or other container like a pocket dimension. That being said, it doesn't mean he can access them all at once. He can add these items to the armory by gaining ownership of the weapon, whether in the form of a purchase or otherwise (he can't simply touch an item and make it his, although the particular requirements for what is considered "owned" is undiscovered).
Weapon Arts Practitioner: Armis is capable of wielding many varieties of blades, polearms, and other martial weapons to a practiced level of proficiency, albeit not at the level of a master of even an adept. That being said, he can make up for his lack of focused knowledge with a wide array of techniques specific to the type of weapon he is wielding.
Abilities:
Summon Weapon: Armis can currently only summon one weapon at a time, as he needs to be in physical contact with the item to keep it in physical form. Once he releases the weapon from his grip it immediately vanishes back into the ether, returning to the armory.
Equipment/Weapons:
Simple Blade: A one-handed straight sword with a single cutting edge that Armis has been in ownership of as far as he can recall. It is normally stored within the armory. Due to his familiarity with the weapon and its design, Armis can quickly produce it into physical form.