Halcyone
09-21-07, 06:23 PM
Name: Gurimujo Halcyone Jeager
Race: Human
Nationality: German American/ Nipponese
Age: 19
Appearance:
Standing at 5’10 despite his age, the youngster’s body structure is very intricate. Starting at the top his hair was a disheartening black that touched down far past the lobes of his ears. Gurimujo’s broad shoulders branched out down into arms that would sum up his build as a whole, compressed. When flexed the muscles in his arms were more distinct, but that wasn’t to say when relaxed they held no definition; nay, whilst relaxed his arms were very distinguished, and defined. Each section was its own; from his biceps to the triceps, and even his forearms had some veins plopping up against the flesh like small mountain ranges on a map. However, although he didn’t have a barrel chest, his muscles did hold some sort of shape, density, and strength which could be shown when flexing.
Along with the rest of his upper torso, his abdominal region was more than impressive, and definite abs accompanied his lithe and compressed structure. Below the belt was no different, with a set of both powerful thighs and calves which, over the years, has become the epitome of balance, speed, and power to the young hunter. Gurimujo’s young face, appearing to not yet be riddled with the mars and scars of constant battle, which was quite the contrary due to his circumstance; angular jaw, not yet graced with stubble showed a sense of innocence, and naivety
True there were no noticeable physical aesthetics that could predict a wealth of power or threat, and he looked normal on the surface save for his unusually vibrant green optics.
Personality:
Gurimujo: (noun) a disheartening, coward similar to the shadow that follows him around, a consistent source of apologetics and doubt; even when the situation isn’t his fault. Shying away from all possibilities of becoming great, or even attaining greatness in his personal sense of the word because of fearfulness. However, under all that cowardice, there is a festering part of him that could be called a spark, even dare I say-- a flame. With a strong sense of justice, and a keen eye for detail he has always muttered his dissatisfaction of the unjust in a voice barely higher than a whisper; and when confronted scuttling away back to his old ways of submitting to bullying, and being a push over.
Abilities
Major Abilities:
Potential: When looked up the word has several definitions, and one that could be effectively applied to this situation:
“Capable of being but not yet in existence; latent.”
We all have potential, but some are just blessed with more of it than others. Ironicly enough, this access of potential probably handed down through common genetic traits, or even a fluke has been handed down to one of the few people who can actively harness it, and handle it effectively. Though potential isn’t really an ability in the sense that it can blow up buildings, or even make someone fly. However, it is an ability when you think of it as a learning tool one that can take in mass amounts of information, break it down, digest it, and then regurgitate it even if it was for a short period of time. That my friends is what we are dealing with, though this subject doesn’t have the ability to attain a god like ability, -he does have in crucial moments- mingled with his own hope, to change and excel beyond what people think of him. This potential in particular allows the mimicry of fighting styles or even magical ability under its own restrictions:
- First off, this ability is only active for those, his level and below.
- To access the ability or fighting style of an opponent, Gurimujo is required to fight for an extended period of time to better understand the fighting style of his opponent.
- Accessibility of magical powers, are limited to non-racial requirements. Such as an elf’s extended sight, and its also limited to launched magical abilities. (Fireballs, Thunderbolts etc.)
- All abilities mimicked are forced into his subconscious and can be mimicked for a maximum of 5 posts, and then he will have to relearn from scratch basically.
- Though the abilities must be re-learned, the more times he is able to learn, the more likely it has a chance of becoming part of him and readily accessible.
On the plus side, the abilities learned even for an instant have a low probability of resurfacing on their own, given the proper circumstances. On impulse his potential also has the ability of changing his clothing. (Cloth only)
Support abilities:
Acceleration: Due to his apparent cowardice, and fear of confrontation he has been given one thing that could be akin to being earned through hard work, which is his speed. Though even slightly above average he is able to “Burn” as the youngsters say even the most fine tuned, wide receivers or even track stars. Even still, it is only a slight boost.
Durability: With the physical punishment of bullies, pranks, and emotional crossfire yet another ability has surfaced. Though it isn’t much he is able to withstand crushing blows, and can produce a sliver of gumption through it all if given a moment to recover. This durability has also given him a substantial stamina pool to pull from, but pulling from the stamina pool also weakens the durability as a whole.
Overall Defensive Ability: C+ Decent
History
“If they ever tell my story let them say that I walked with giants. Men rise and fall like the winter wheat, but these names will never die.”- Odysseus
As with all great stories there is no predictable start but there is always one disaster or another that starts them off. Usually there is no warning one moment you are sitting in your rocking chair and there are blue skies with fair weather, and the next there is a horde of demons, or a plague busting down your front door. Assuming that all great stories are the same, this is where you would expect the explanation of the great misfortune, but to be completely honest, there wasn’t any. Well, that would be a lie, but you will just have to keep on reading.
A town not shrouded by mystery, but instead was read like an open book, there was a woman. Yes, a woman that walked a pre-destined path a wide path, not crooked or narrow. Even still, there was much room for error, many chances to change, but she took none. Pure and true was her way but not just her way it was the way of others as well. Borne the fruits of her family’s upbringing (love, tenderness, understanding, and patience) she was a diamond in the rough, a role-model, a leader.
However, in this period where all was well there were always visitors that became familiar faces, and familiar faces that turn into friends. As far back as she could remember, there was one person who had been visiting the town for years whom she had her heart set on for some estranged reason. Love at first sight as some say, he was a musician who decided to stay, and from the moment he stepped into the town he had every intention of swooning this one woman in particular; with panpipes in hand he approached the situation carefully. With his song, he made her heart soar, and with his words he made her heart skip beats a good child from a good family, who divulged her secrets, and always bore her heart to him without question. And as time passed they grew closer to each other and more intimate, which was in concordance with fate’s plan. Times progression deepened their bond until wedding bells chimed in the distance where promises were made, and love.
After the fading jingle of wedding bells, they consummated the nuptials and Renée put up no objection; a magical night that ended with a sigh of pleasure and a promise to stay forever.
Fast Forward; nine months later
Screams filled the air, as the soon to be mother lay stretched out on the table. It was on this crude aged birthing table that the baby is born into this world, through much blood loss, and cursing an infant’s screams harmonized with its mothers. And as they say, you’d better come out kicking and screaming if you want to be noticed. Uniqueness radiated from the small child as she calmed in her mothers arms, and in her fathers eyes no daughter could have been any more beautiful. She had her father’s eyes, but her mothers razor sharp tongue which developed as she grew.
In years passed the situation would change from innocent girl, to a calculating soldier, she was the next in line for leadership position, but this isn’t her story so what can be said will be kept brief.
Three years later
The loving parents of one child that spawned yet another into this world, though the second one was quite different from the first, who was calm cool, collected, though not robbed of her own joys. The boy on the other hand was curious, shaken by most things, and fearful, but beyond that exterior he did exhibit large amounts of potential. The promise he held was always banked on, and through adopting the traits of kindness, affection, sensitivity, and a neediness -that kept him at his sister’s side- those possibilities quickly vanished. Over the years they spent together, they grew closer and closer while he was spoiled by his father, who also doubled as his teacher for many years. Learning that in times of trouble he would have to be his sister’s support when push came to shove. She was scolded by their mother, and eventually sent to her own personal training for an insurmountable length of time to prepare herself for the task fate assigned her.
Though what time they did spend together, most would find him cowered behind her while she dealt with the boys picking on him; which made situations worse for when she was sent away. The tales of his cowardice be it true, or just exacerbated embellishment encompassed his ability to grow in courage, and also made him a constant source of pranks, and physical abuse.
He missed her, and life was different without her there to console him when he made a mistake, or needed someone to look out for him. However, it was just as well serving as milestone in his development towards understanding what sort of person he was, and learning his personal path, and what justice meant to him; though personal ingenuity he always realized these things while he was running with his tail between his legs, or while receiving several punches to the face even the stomach.
All this built up to the singular moment where, well he wouldn’t be living such a normal life.
It was a cold day in May, the science institute had begun testing for methods of transportation from one point to another. As was the task of many college students, he was asked to go and view the device they were using, and take notes on it. With him were some of the kids he grew up with throughout middle school, and high school the same kids that spent most of their time picking on him and taunting him even now. This like most instances wasn’t much different, save for the fact that they were much older, and in a facility that could possibly physically augment either one of them if handled incorrectly but those factors aside pretty normal. The situation was basically ripped from the pages of your favorite sci-fi movie, or comic book. Boy gets taunted, experiment is going on, and boom he is pushed in the way and zapped into another place and time.
Up until that moment his potential laid dormant, up until that moment he was wearing a pair of jeans, sneakers, and a hoodie which was replaced by a white hakama and a black sash, his white jacket is ragged and consists of an upturned collar, with black inner lining, black socks and straw sandals the sleeves are rolled and worn open; chest revealed. And to a person that is scared of a lot of things, this would be the worse case scenario. Up until now he made the conscious decision to run, to hide, and never look back. What about now? Is the question he asks himself personally, but the only response he was given was the forward motion of his feet as he walked across the lush forest terrain.
Welcome to Althanas coward, don’t run away just yet.
Race: Human
Nationality: German American/ Nipponese
Age: 19
Appearance:
Standing at 5’10 despite his age, the youngster’s body structure is very intricate. Starting at the top his hair was a disheartening black that touched down far past the lobes of his ears. Gurimujo’s broad shoulders branched out down into arms that would sum up his build as a whole, compressed. When flexed the muscles in his arms were more distinct, but that wasn’t to say when relaxed they held no definition; nay, whilst relaxed his arms were very distinguished, and defined. Each section was its own; from his biceps to the triceps, and even his forearms had some veins plopping up against the flesh like small mountain ranges on a map. However, although he didn’t have a barrel chest, his muscles did hold some sort of shape, density, and strength which could be shown when flexing.
Along with the rest of his upper torso, his abdominal region was more than impressive, and definite abs accompanied his lithe and compressed structure. Below the belt was no different, with a set of both powerful thighs and calves which, over the years, has become the epitome of balance, speed, and power to the young hunter. Gurimujo’s young face, appearing to not yet be riddled with the mars and scars of constant battle, which was quite the contrary due to his circumstance; angular jaw, not yet graced with stubble showed a sense of innocence, and naivety
True there were no noticeable physical aesthetics that could predict a wealth of power or threat, and he looked normal on the surface save for his unusually vibrant green optics.
Personality:
Gurimujo: (noun) a disheartening, coward similar to the shadow that follows him around, a consistent source of apologetics and doubt; even when the situation isn’t his fault. Shying away from all possibilities of becoming great, or even attaining greatness in his personal sense of the word because of fearfulness. However, under all that cowardice, there is a festering part of him that could be called a spark, even dare I say-- a flame. With a strong sense of justice, and a keen eye for detail he has always muttered his dissatisfaction of the unjust in a voice barely higher than a whisper; and when confronted scuttling away back to his old ways of submitting to bullying, and being a push over.
Abilities
Major Abilities:
Potential: When looked up the word has several definitions, and one that could be effectively applied to this situation:
“Capable of being but not yet in existence; latent.”
We all have potential, but some are just blessed with more of it than others. Ironicly enough, this access of potential probably handed down through common genetic traits, or even a fluke has been handed down to one of the few people who can actively harness it, and handle it effectively. Though potential isn’t really an ability in the sense that it can blow up buildings, or even make someone fly. However, it is an ability when you think of it as a learning tool one that can take in mass amounts of information, break it down, digest it, and then regurgitate it even if it was for a short period of time. That my friends is what we are dealing with, though this subject doesn’t have the ability to attain a god like ability, -he does have in crucial moments- mingled with his own hope, to change and excel beyond what people think of him. This potential in particular allows the mimicry of fighting styles or even magical ability under its own restrictions:
- First off, this ability is only active for those, his level and below.
- To access the ability or fighting style of an opponent, Gurimujo is required to fight for an extended period of time to better understand the fighting style of his opponent.
- Accessibility of magical powers, are limited to non-racial requirements. Such as an elf’s extended sight, and its also limited to launched magical abilities. (Fireballs, Thunderbolts etc.)
- All abilities mimicked are forced into his subconscious and can be mimicked for a maximum of 5 posts, and then he will have to relearn from scratch basically.
- Though the abilities must be re-learned, the more times he is able to learn, the more likely it has a chance of becoming part of him and readily accessible.
On the plus side, the abilities learned even for an instant have a low probability of resurfacing on their own, given the proper circumstances. On impulse his potential also has the ability of changing his clothing. (Cloth only)
Support abilities:
Acceleration: Due to his apparent cowardice, and fear of confrontation he has been given one thing that could be akin to being earned through hard work, which is his speed. Though even slightly above average he is able to “Burn” as the youngsters say even the most fine tuned, wide receivers or even track stars. Even still, it is only a slight boost.
Durability: With the physical punishment of bullies, pranks, and emotional crossfire yet another ability has surfaced. Though it isn’t much he is able to withstand crushing blows, and can produce a sliver of gumption through it all if given a moment to recover. This durability has also given him a substantial stamina pool to pull from, but pulling from the stamina pool also weakens the durability as a whole.
Overall Defensive Ability: C+ Decent
History
“If they ever tell my story let them say that I walked with giants. Men rise and fall like the winter wheat, but these names will never die.”- Odysseus
As with all great stories there is no predictable start but there is always one disaster or another that starts them off. Usually there is no warning one moment you are sitting in your rocking chair and there are blue skies with fair weather, and the next there is a horde of demons, or a plague busting down your front door. Assuming that all great stories are the same, this is where you would expect the explanation of the great misfortune, but to be completely honest, there wasn’t any. Well, that would be a lie, but you will just have to keep on reading.
A town not shrouded by mystery, but instead was read like an open book, there was a woman. Yes, a woman that walked a pre-destined path a wide path, not crooked or narrow. Even still, there was much room for error, many chances to change, but she took none. Pure and true was her way but not just her way it was the way of others as well. Borne the fruits of her family’s upbringing (love, tenderness, understanding, and patience) she was a diamond in the rough, a role-model, a leader.
However, in this period where all was well there were always visitors that became familiar faces, and familiar faces that turn into friends. As far back as she could remember, there was one person who had been visiting the town for years whom she had her heart set on for some estranged reason. Love at first sight as some say, he was a musician who decided to stay, and from the moment he stepped into the town he had every intention of swooning this one woman in particular; with panpipes in hand he approached the situation carefully. With his song, he made her heart soar, and with his words he made her heart skip beats a good child from a good family, who divulged her secrets, and always bore her heart to him without question. And as time passed they grew closer to each other and more intimate, which was in concordance with fate’s plan. Times progression deepened their bond until wedding bells chimed in the distance where promises were made, and love.
After the fading jingle of wedding bells, they consummated the nuptials and Renée put up no objection; a magical night that ended with a sigh of pleasure and a promise to stay forever.
Fast Forward; nine months later
Screams filled the air, as the soon to be mother lay stretched out on the table. It was on this crude aged birthing table that the baby is born into this world, through much blood loss, and cursing an infant’s screams harmonized with its mothers. And as they say, you’d better come out kicking and screaming if you want to be noticed. Uniqueness radiated from the small child as she calmed in her mothers arms, and in her fathers eyes no daughter could have been any more beautiful. She had her father’s eyes, but her mothers razor sharp tongue which developed as she grew.
In years passed the situation would change from innocent girl, to a calculating soldier, she was the next in line for leadership position, but this isn’t her story so what can be said will be kept brief.
Three years later
The loving parents of one child that spawned yet another into this world, though the second one was quite different from the first, who was calm cool, collected, though not robbed of her own joys. The boy on the other hand was curious, shaken by most things, and fearful, but beyond that exterior he did exhibit large amounts of potential. The promise he held was always banked on, and through adopting the traits of kindness, affection, sensitivity, and a neediness -that kept him at his sister’s side- those possibilities quickly vanished. Over the years they spent together, they grew closer and closer while he was spoiled by his father, who also doubled as his teacher for many years. Learning that in times of trouble he would have to be his sister’s support when push came to shove. She was scolded by their mother, and eventually sent to her own personal training for an insurmountable length of time to prepare herself for the task fate assigned her.
Though what time they did spend together, most would find him cowered behind her while she dealt with the boys picking on him; which made situations worse for when she was sent away. The tales of his cowardice be it true, or just exacerbated embellishment encompassed his ability to grow in courage, and also made him a constant source of pranks, and physical abuse.
He missed her, and life was different without her there to console him when he made a mistake, or needed someone to look out for him. However, it was just as well serving as milestone in his development towards understanding what sort of person he was, and learning his personal path, and what justice meant to him; though personal ingenuity he always realized these things while he was running with his tail between his legs, or while receiving several punches to the face even the stomach.
All this built up to the singular moment where, well he wouldn’t be living such a normal life.
It was a cold day in May, the science institute had begun testing for methods of transportation from one point to another. As was the task of many college students, he was asked to go and view the device they were using, and take notes on it. With him were some of the kids he grew up with throughout middle school, and high school the same kids that spent most of their time picking on him and taunting him even now. This like most instances wasn’t much different, save for the fact that they were much older, and in a facility that could possibly physically augment either one of them if handled incorrectly but those factors aside pretty normal. The situation was basically ripped from the pages of your favorite sci-fi movie, or comic book. Boy gets taunted, experiment is going on, and boom he is pushed in the way and zapped into another place and time.
Up until that moment his potential laid dormant, up until that moment he was wearing a pair of jeans, sneakers, and a hoodie which was replaced by a white hakama and a black sash, his white jacket is ragged and consists of an upturned collar, with black inner lining, black socks and straw sandals the sleeves are rolled and worn open; chest revealed. And to a person that is scared of a lot of things, this would be the worse case scenario. Up until now he made the conscious decision to run, to hide, and never look back. What about now? Is the question he asks himself personally, but the only response he was given was the forward motion of his feet as he walked across the lush forest terrain.
Welcome to Althanas coward, don’t run away just yet.