Post by Scar on Nov 10, 2011 7:15:10 GMT -6
What's your Name?
Name: Bane of Joy
Nickname: Scar
Ah, I see. Tell me, what do you look like?
Age: 20
Alignment: Neutral
Gender: Male
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Crimson
Height: 6'4''
Weight: 220 lbs.
Other Striking Features: Bane didn't earn his nickname just because he thought it sounded cool. The man's body is covered in scars. Burns, gashes, punctures; any wound one could have suffered is presented on his visage. The most prominent scar is on his left cheek. The damage caused to the muscle makes it difficult for him to smile.
Tell Me About Yourself:
Weapon:
Personality:
Scar finds himself relating more with Heartless rather than his Nobody brethren. The very nature of his Aspect is rooted in the darkness of the heart and if those around him are exposed for an extended period of time they often find themselves being pulled into the darkness. This coupled with his dealings with the Organization have lead to a general disassociation with Nobodies. He feels no form of kinship and often finds himself mistrusting any other being of the Inbetween. This has caused him to become a recluse of sorts. Though, he has been known to show some sort of warped affection towards fellow Pariah.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Fears: Returning to Darkness
Theme: Outnumbered
Theme Artist: The Devil Wears Prada
Relationship status: Single
Gender Preference: Male
Pariah Only:
Somebody: Evander
Aspect: Despair
Power:
Final:
Veil of Ruin;; When need be Scar can feed his own despair to the cloak known as Misery. A lifetime and a half of desperation causes the cloak to grow exponentially, covering a large area in a veil of anguish. All of the shrouds former abilities are still active and have grown more powerful. Enemies will find themselves being drained of energy, while fending off an omnidirectional attack. The assault lasts for several minutes before returning to a diminished size. At this point the article itself has wasted too much of it's energy stores and becomes little more than a swatch of ghostly fabric. Leaving Scar with no access to his abilities for several hours.
[/blockquote]Name: Bane of Joy
Nickname: Scar
Ah, I see. Tell me, what do you look like?
Age: 20
Alignment: Neutral
Gender: Male
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Crimson
Height: 6'4''
Weight: 220 lbs.
Other Striking Features: Bane didn't earn his nickname just because he thought it sounded cool. The man's body is covered in scars. Burns, gashes, punctures; any wound one could have suffered is presented on his visage. The most prominent scar is on his left cheek. The damage caused to the muscle makes it difficult for him to smile.
Tell Me About Yourself:
Weapon:
Acedia is a haggard European-styled broadsword that looks worse than its owner. Nicks, scratches, gouges, and cracks mar the once perfect blade and rust flecks the base of it. It barely has an edge to it, having difficulty cutting through flesh. Scar continues to use it simply because it is the only sword that has been shown to withstand the brunt of his power.
Personality:
Scar finds himself relating more with Heartless rather than his Nobody brethren. The very nature of his Aspect is rooted in the darkness of the heart and if those around him are exposed for an extended period of time they often find themselves being pulled into the darkness. This coupled with his dealings with the Organization have lead to a general disassociation with Nobodies. He feels no form of kinship and often finds himself mistrusting any other being of the Inbetween. This has caused him to become a recluse of sorts. Though, he has been known to show some sort of warped affection towards fellow Pariah.
Likes:
+ Silence
+ Darkness
+ Natural
+ Chocolate
+ Sweets
Dislikes:
- Artificial
- Noise
- Bright light
- Coffee
- Organization XIII
Fears: Returning to Darkness
Theme: Outnumbered
Theme Artist: The Devil Wears Prada
Relationship status: Single
Gender Preference: Male
Pariah Only:
Somebody: Evander
Aspect: Despair
Power:
- Shroud of Misery;; An odd aura of desperation is always cloaking the Pariah known as Scar. It takes the form of a tattered, dark fur coat that seems to be made out of some ethereal substance, Scar often claiming it to be despair made solid. It seemingly defies physics, shifting about even when no wind is present, and stray tendrils of desperation radiating outward from the main source. Misery is an extension of Scar and can be freely controlled by him. Its ghostly composition allows it to stretch and grow, being able to grapple and form simple, impromptu weapons for the Nobody, most commonly in the form of spikes.
- Encroaching Sorrow;; Those touched by Misery often feel the energy from them being drained and a strange chill come over them. The vampiric garb saps the energy from any source possible, including the ambient energy in the air, often making it feel cold around Scar. The effects are multiplied by ten fold when one is pierced or cut by Scar's despair. The more energy Misery absorbs the larger it grows.
Final:
Veil of Ruin;; When need be Scar can feed his own despair to the cloak known as Misery. A lifetime and a half of desperation causes the cloak to grow exponentially, covering a large area in a veil of anguish. All of the shrouds former abilities are still active and have grown more powerful. Enemies will find themselves being drained of energy, while fending off an omnidirectional attack. The assault lasts for several minutes before returning to a diminished size. At this point the article itself has wasted too much of it's energy stores and becomes little more than a swatch of ghostly fabric. Leaving Scar with no access to his abilities for several hours.
Tell Me About Your Family:
Tell Me About Your Past:
Bio/History:
Evander's life was defined by despair. "If something could go wrong it would," was often how it was described. The description proved true enough. For two long decades the young man went through one trial from the next, never giving up on his last hope, the only thing preventing him from falling completely into darkness and becoming a heartless. Eventually even that hope was wiped out as he was captured by Organization XIII. His heart was ripped out for their own goals. His body and soul clung to a single emotion though. The desperation that had clung to him all his life kept him animated and cloaked him in itself.
Other:
Other Accounts:
RP experience: 4+ Years
RP example:
A humorless chuckle shook Scar's chest as he looked at the sight before him.
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