Post by Winterfox on Feb 9, 2014 10:46:46 GMT -5
Name: Evarri Kisler
Nickname(optional): N/A
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Species: Girok
Position: Unaffiliated
Powers:
Projection of memories.
Evarri has the unique ability to project memories onto people, whether it's a scene, landscape or a cherished moment with friends and families. This extends further, to the point where he can try and force pain that he's previously felt whether physical or mental on another being. It's a mighty gift which takes its toll on Evarri's own mind, but it does open a large amount of possibilities for him. --- (Simply put: he's able to use realistic illusions from his own memories, so he can cause mental pain but not physical. So he could make you think you're bleeding to death but in fact wouldn't be. )
Telepathy.
Whilst having this ability, he also has minor telepathic abilities so he can communicate with people through his mind. He has yet learnt to conceal it, so anyone around him who can 'sense' ability. They'd most likely know that Evarri had psychic related ‘powers’.
Left Saber Offense: 0
Left Saber Defense: 0
Right Saber Offense: 0
Right Saber Defense: 0
Dual Wielding: 0
Aim (guns, blasters, etc.): 1
Aim w/Force: (If you mean his ability? 6? If ‘force’ well he’s useless 0!)
Force Combat Skill: (Again, ability? Depends on the enemy really 6?)
Power: 8
Control: 7
Build-up (how much power they can use in one attack): uh-… uh-… 5,000?
Build-up rate (per second): uh-… 5.000?
Saber Building: 0
Giran Alchemy (making dark force embued armor): 0
Jedan Alchemy (making light force embued armor): 0
Piloting: 1
Healing: 0
Weapon: None! Well, aside from his ability.
Appearance:
Striking copper red hair falls from his head, it almost looking unreal to the touch, he has almond shaped eyes with grey hues. His expression is usually a vacant one, unless he's focusing on something or he's intrigued. He stands at a relatively short 5 foot, his frame small alongside it. He's usually wearing an everyday black t-shirt with an open button collar with white skinny chino’s, and black shoes with white laces. In all realism he looks very, very bland clothing whys. He appears to be a normal human with pale complexion. His face is heart-shaped and he seems to lack a large quantity of the masculinity. Yet in no way does he show femininity, it's almost as if he's dropped between the middle or simply doesn't show anything at all (which is more likely).
Personality:
Evarri is mostly devoid of any real emotion unless he's been genuinely intrigued by something. Most literally, he's lost in his memories from his past being able to play them back in your mind every day is an odd situation to say the least. Yet it seems to put a 'pause' on his current situation, almost as if he's not there but somewhere else.
After being pulled into 'reality', his demeanour is still very transparent. If you lack interest, or are mundane he will without hesitation practically ignore you. To a point where it's easy to see he's only replying out of good will for you.
Evarri is essentially a shell with many layers, one which you may explore if you put the effort in or you can simply ignore him, as he will you. (Very tempted to re-write this)
Original World: Giran
Current Residing World: Giran?
History/Background:
The masters of this universe must have had a jest once they had placed Evarri on the world of Giran, born and raised as a Girok Evarri was subjugated to all their values and tradition. Perhaps this had been what had been the main factor for how Evarri turned out emotionally, but no matter he was with his race. His father had been strict, as many would guess he wanted his two children to achieve as much as possible in life. Thus, when Evarri had developed his abilities Konlav had decided to push Evarri even harder, he could achieve much. It was just a simple matter of how he would be brought up, and Konlav believed he was the one for the job.
Sadly, Evarri was inept when it came to most acts of warfare, he didn’t build muscle as easily and he simply hadn’t the bloodlust which was needed for a warrior. So, the only option which had been left for him was to focus solely upon his abilities and that is what his father made him do. This stretched to the point of making Evarri into a weapon, not for physical combat but to subdue and bind.
The boy had leaded a secluded life, not for his appearance, but for his attitude and power. Some feared him, some were disgusted some truly wished to help but it was all in vain when Evarri’s father was concerned. His sister had too been subjected to it all, though for different reasons. Evarri was his father’s main concern, whilst Enai had been ignored. Left to fend for herself.
A few years later, Evarri had come of an age and his father appeared satisfied to what Evarri’s potential had made. Sent to fend for himself, in a world where everything was a mystery Evarri suddenly felt incredibly lonely, but that wasn’t what the Girok were supposed to think was it? They were a hardened race, a strong one. One which would conquer the universe… apparently.
Role Playing Sample:
*Grumble…* No you don’t have to read them all! Nooooo! *Flail.* I’ve given you three, just for a bit of diversion in it all.
Number 1:
Tok, tok, tok. The sound of boots knocking against the floor rung and echoed around the halls. A piercing glare consisting of crimson ribbons swayed from side to side, a judgmental observation, if you were caught in its sight you knew it were nit picking, your physique hair, everything. Tok, tok, tok. The steady rhythm persistently thrived beneath the figure clad in dulled grays and a midnight black. A jacket tightly knotted around a slim waist, with a multitude of pockets strewn across it's leather. Skinny black jeans clung to its long legs only to be tucked into a pair of black commando boots. It's face was a different matter, a strong jaw, almond shaped eyes, curved eyebrows...white hair falling short of the neck the skins complexion matching it in perfect harmony - an albino.
Tok, tok...The footsteps came to a halt. The PA system's sound reverberated from the the technological speakers, everything being drowned out for that moment. Holding it's body firmly straight, it let the gaze of reckoning leap toward each of the nearest doors. This would be a first impression, and Kai was determined to put as much mystery about her as possible. Keep them guessing, keep them intrigued and always, always leave the lingering touch of fear. An iron mask touched her face, resisting the devilish smirk which threatened to play upon her lips. Composure - that is what her body language showed, straight back, hands behind her back. Angling her face upward slightly to give the presence of authority, she advanced.
The tok, tok, tok commenced again. Never offering a second glance to a student or teacher as she walked through the now bustling hallways, it should give them the impression she was important. She was powerful, and that you do not interfere with this woman unless you have an incredibly important matter to ask.
What did Kai wish to accomplish by this? It was simple really, she wanted to induce awe into those who first caught a glance of her. To make herself the talk of the academy, it was selfish, self-absorbed. But, it was efficient and she would soon prove to these low-magical beings that she deserved respect. Now that, broke her iron face as a sadistic smile flashed along her lips, only for a moment and then it was gone again. The students weren't allowed to think of her insane after all. Not yet.
Number 2:
A hum begun to dance about the corridor along with an irregular pitter patter of feet touching the floor."I do not know-.." A pleasantly modulated voice echoed through the corridors. "I wish someone could notice my presence by now, because I want to escape from here." The singsong voice continued growing nearer. Now you were able to hear a tap against clothing and a hum between each break. "As the morning sunlight creeps in from the window, a sound begins to echo in my room." Nevertheless, the voice continued the girl having now rounded the corner into the corridor where Kurosu and the student were standing.
What came into their vision was a girl with chestnut hair which was cropped at her shoulders. Casually wearing a t-shirt with some floral patterns and butterflies strewn about it alongside some denim jeans which cut off just below the knee. The small portion of bare skin which was revealed on her legs showed an athlete’s legs you would have expected her to be a good runner. Slung over her right shoulder was a dark blue duffle bag with a variety of pockets along it's sides. "Waking at the sound of my alarm clock, I rush out of my house in the dim dawn's light." Finishing the verse the girl hopped onto her right leg just in front of her, then hopped onto her back one. Finally she twirled the white little strings leading up to her ear buds swirling with her movement. "Having packed into my bag the same boring everyday items, I head towards the usual place." The melodic tune continued onward having now walked all the way up to the pair in the hallway stopping just nigh of them.
Raising both hands she pulled out both head phones and the biggest grin you have ever seen just erupted onto her face, showing a nice set of teeth whilst letting her soft brown eyes examine the pair. "Hey there! Names Emari, Em-are-e the short versions just Em if you're lazy like me." Emari chuckled at the end of her sentence, her chipper voice full of liveliness. At this distance you could hear the song blaring through the little ear buds - how the hell was she not deaf with it that loud? "This place is really big, huh? Did you lose your shirt cause it's that big." Laughing again she swayed to the right, inspecting the boy further. "Oh, metal. Pretty does it make the chink noises? That's cool. Oh oh, should I lend you my t shirt? It might get a bit cold without one-.." Her left hand went to the bottom of her t-shirt lifting it up some before she halted and let it drop, showing a minority of pink tummy flesh she laughed again. "I don't have a top underneath this, probably shouldn't do that straight away. I might have one in my bag." She chirped in an undertone and before you could do anything to stop her she was crouched on the floor. Unzipping her duffle bag and fumbling through what was inside which seemed to be a vast amount of clothes. Then before you knew it she was nonchalantly humming that song once again.
And a fighting scene, it was free-form:
She had no protection, she needed time for that and the climate and humidity didn't help in the slightest. The fog was still thinning; her only concealment was deciding to abandon her. Finally thinking she was at a safe distance from where any retaliations would be aimed she struck her arm out toward the ocean. She felt it's pull-.. she felt it's power and she began to pull it toward her. But something unexpected happened.
Emari swallowed the cry which clawed at her throat, 'what was that?' why did she want to cry out? The world fell, and the ground met Emari and everything spun. She couldn't make out much, hardly anything really. Yet the one thing that was apparent was a burning sensation was piercing her spell casting arm. The sword was gone, probably just a few feet in front of her. Through the thickness of the fog she saw crimson, pooling around the burning sensation. Ouch. The sound of matter hitting the soft sand continued to ring in her ears, it was nearer the ocean. That was good. Another shouldn't hit her it was just an unlucky circumstance... that molten rocks were blunt and that rocks in general are jagged. It wasn't easy to make out where the rock had hit, but it was somewhere around the forearm. All she knew was it sent her off balance and it had torn at her flesh. Great. Just great.
She almost laughed really, wit? Hah. Emari dragged her right hand in front of her curling her open hand into a fist, the steam around her was dissipating in loads as droplets of water began to form. Her left arm hadn't decided to move, if it were a minor cut it would be easily overlooked.. Emari had suffered a lot of minor cuts, she was far too lively to not get them. That, and far too unlucky. She suspected a gash, a deep one. The mists faded in an instant, adrenaline sure was a marvellous thing it made her overlook her injured arm. It just meant she'd have to rely on magic, she wasn't about to back down simply because of an injury.
As the thick steam lifted she saw Isaac running toward her, and he'd see the vast majority of water droplets in the air as well as her wound. All she could do right now was anticipate an attack. At least this was going to be interesting, lava. Fire and earth. The earth bit was going to hurt still, and she suffered for overlooking it, she definitely was not about to do that again.
Questions/Comments/Suggestions?
Nickname(optional): N/A
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Species: Girok
Position: Unaffiliated
Powers:
Projection of memories.
Evarri has the unique ability to project memories onto people, whether it's a scene, landscape or a cherished moment with friends and families. This extends further, to the point where he can try and force pain that he's previously felt whether physical or mental on another being. It's a mighty gift which takes its toll on Evarri's own mind, but it does open a large amount of possibilities for him. --- (Simply put: he's able to use realistic illusions from his own memories, so he can cause mental pain but not physical. So he could make you think you're bleeding to death but in fact wouldn't be. )
Telepathy.
Whilst having this ability, he also has minor telepathic abilities so he can communicate with people through his mind. He has yet learnt to conceal it, so anyone around him who can 'sense' ability. They'd most likely know that Evarri had psychic related ‘powers’.
Left Saber Offense: 0
Left Saber Defense: 0
Right Saber Offense: 0
Right Saber Defense: 0
Dual Wielding: 0
Aim (guns, blasters, etc.): 1
Aim w/Force: (If you mean his ability? 6? If ‘force’ well he’s useless 0!)
Force Combat Skill: (Again, ability? Depends on the enemy really 6?)
Power: 8
Control: 7
Build-up (how much power they can use in one attack): uh-… uh-… 5,000?
Build-up rate (per second): uh-… 5.000?
Saber Building: 0
Giran Alchemy (making dark force embued armor): 0
Jedan Alchemy (making light force embued armor): 0
Piloting: 1
Healing: 0
Weapon: None! Well, aside from his ability.
Appearance:
Striking copper red hair falls from his head, it almost looking unreal to the touch, he has almond shaped eyes with grey hues. His expression is usually a vacant one, unless he's focusing on something or he's intrigued. He stands at a relatively short 5 foot, his frame small alongside it. He's usually wearing an everyday black t-shirt with an open button collar with white skinny chino’s, and black shoes with white laces. In all realism he looks very, very bland clothing whys. He appears to be a normal human with pale complexion. His face is heart-shaped and he seems to lack a large quantity of the masculinity. Yet in no way does he show femininity, it's almost as if he's dropped between the middle or simply doesn't show anything at all (which is more likely).
- This is subject to change, purely because I'm unaware as to how a Girok would usually appear -
Personality:
Evarri is mostly devoid of any real emotion unless he's been genuinely intrigued by something. Most literally, he's lost in his memories from his past being able to play them back in your mind every day is an odd situation to say the least. Yet it seems to put a 'pause' on his current situation, almost as if he's not there but somewhere else.
After being pulled into 'reality', his demeanour is still very transparent. If you lack interest, or are mundane he will without hesitation practically ignore you. To a point where it's easy to see he's only replying out of good will for you.
Evarri is essentially a shell with many layers, one which you may explore if you put the effort in or you can simply ignore him, as he will you. (Very tempted to re-write this)
Original World: Giran
Current Residing World: Giran?
History/Background:
The masters of this universe must have had a jest once they had placed Evarri on the world of Giran, born and raised as a Girok Evarri was subjugated to all their values and tradition. Perhaps this had been what had been the main factor for how Evarri turned out emotionally, but no matter he was with his race. His father had been strict, as many would guess he wanted his two children to achieve as much as possible in life. Thus, when Evarri had developed his abilities Konlav had decided to push Evarri even harder, he could achieve much. It was just a simple matter of how he would be brought up, and Konlav believed he was the one for the job.
Sadly, Evarri was inept when it came to most acts of warfare, he didn’t build muscle as easily and he simply hadn’t the bloodlust which was needed for a warrior. So, the only option which had been left for him was to focus solely upon his abilities and that is what his father made him do. This stretched to the point of making Evarri into a weapon, not for physical combat but to subdue and bind.
The boy had leaded a secluded life, not for his appearance, but for his attitude and power. Some feared him, some were disgusted some truly wished to help but it was all in vain when Evarri’s father was concerned. His sister had too been subjected to it all, though for different reasons. Evarri was his father’s main concern, whilst Enai had been ignored. Left to fend for herself.
A few years later, Evarri had come of an age and his father appeared satisfied to what Evarri’s potential had made. Sent to fend for himself, in a world where everything was a mystery Evarri suddenly felt incredibly lonely, but that wasn’t what the Girok were supposed to think was it? They were a hardened race, a strong one. One which would conquer the universe… apparently.
Role Playing Sample:
*Grumble…* No you don’t have to read them all! Nooooo! *Flail.* I’ve given you three, just for a bit of diversion in it all.
Number 1:
Tok, tok, tok. The sound of boots knocking against the floor rung and echoed around the halls. A piercing glare consisting of crimson ribbons swayed from side to side, a judgmental observation, if you were caught in its sight you knew it were nit picking, your physique hair, everything. Tok, tok, tok. The steady rhythm persistently thrived beneath the figure clad in dulled grays and a midnight black. A jacket tightly knotted around a slim waist, with a multitude of pockets strewn across it's leather. Skinny black jeans clung to its long legs only to be tucked into a pair of black commando boots. It's face was a different matter, a strong jaw, almond shaped eyes, curved eyebrows...white hair falling short of the neck the skins complexion matching it in perfect harmony - an albino.
Tok, tok...The footsteps came to a halt. The PA system's sound reverberated from the the technological speakers, everything being drowned out for that moment. Holding it's body firmly straight, it let the gaze of reckoning leap toward each of the nearest doors. This would be a first impression, and Kai was determined to put as much mystery about her as possible. Keep them guessing, keep them intrigued and always, always leave the lingering touch of fear. An iron mask touched her face, resisting the devilish smirk which threatened to play upon her lips. Composure - that is what her body language showed, straight back, hands behind her back. Angling her face upward slightly to give the presence of authority, she advanced.
The tok, tok, tok commenced again. Never offering a second glance to a student or teacher as she walked through the now bustling hallways, it should give them the impression she was important. She was powerful, and that you do not interfere with this woman unless you have an incredibly important matter to ask.
What did Kai wish to accomplish by this? It was simple really, she wanted to induce awe into those who first caught a glance of her. To make herself the talk of the academy, it was selfish, self-absorbed. But, it was efficient and she would soon prove to these low-magical beings that she deserved respect. Now that, broke her iron face as a sadistic smile flashed along her lips, only for a moment and then it was gone again. The students weren't allowed to think of her insane after all. Not yet.
Number 2:
A hum begun to dance about the corridor along with an irregular pitter patter of feet touching the floor."I do not know-.." A pleasantly modulated voice echoed through the corridors. "I wish someone could notice my presence by now, because I want to escape from here." The singsong voice continued growing nearer. Now you were able to hear a tap against clothing and a hum between each break. "As the morning sunlight creeps in from the window, a sound begins to echo in my room." Nevertheless, the voice continued the girl having now rounded the corner into the corridor where Kurosu and the student were standing.
What came into their vision was a girl with chestnut hair which was cropped at her shoulders. Casually wearing a t-shirt with some floral patterns and butterflies strewn about it alongside some denim jeans which cut off just below the knee. The small portion of bare skin which was revealed on her legs showed an athlete’s legs you would have expected her to be a good runner. Slung over her right shoulder was a dark blue duffle bag with a variety of pockets along it's sides. "Waking at the sound of my alarm clock, I rush out of my house in the dim dawn's light." Finishing the verse the girl hopped onto her right leg just in front of her, then hopped onto her back one. Finally she twirled the white little strings leading up to her ear buds swirling with her movement. "Having packed into my bag the same boring everyday items, I head towards the usual place." The melodic tune continued onward having now walked all the way up to the pair in the hallway stopping just nigh of them.
Raising both hands she pulled out both head phones and the biggest grin you have ever seen just erupted onto her face, showing a nice set of teeth whilst letting her soft brown eyes examine the pair. "Hey there! Names Emari, Em-are-e the short versions just Em if you're lazy like me." Emari chuckled at the end of her sentence, her chipper voice full of liveliness. At this distance you could hear the song blaring through the little ear buds - how the hell was she not deaf with it that loud? "This place is really big, huh? Did you lose your shirt cause it's that big." Laughing again she swayed to the right, inspecting the boy further. "Oh, metal. Pretty does it make the chink noises? That's cool. Oh oh, should I lend you my t shirt? It might get a bit cold without one-.." Her left hand went to the bottom of her t-shirt lifting it up some before she halted and let it drop, showing a minority of pink tummy flesh she laughed again. "I don't have a top underneath this, probably shouldn't do that straight away. I might have one in my bag." She chirped in an undertone and before you could do anything to stop her she was crouched on the floor. Unzipping her duffle bag and fumbling through what was inside which seemed to be a vast amount of clothes. Then before you knew it she was nonchalantly humming that song once again.
And a fighting scene, it was free-form:
She had no protection, she needed time for that and the climate and humidity didn't help in the slightest. The fog was still thinning; her only concealment was deciding to abandon her. Finally thinking she was at a safe distance from where any retaliations would be aimed she struck her arm out toward the ocean. She felt it's pull-.. she felt it's power and she began to pull it toward her. But something unexpected happened.
Emari swallowed the cry which clawed at her throat, 'what was that?' why did she want to cry out? The world fell, and the ground met Emari and everything spun. She couldn't make out much, hardly anything really. Yet the one thing that was apparent was a burning sensation was piercing her spell casting arm. The sword was gone, probably just a few feet in front of her. Through the thickness of the fog she saw crimson, pooling around the burning sensation. Ouch. The sound of matter hitting the soft sand continued to ring in her ears, it was nearer the ocean. That was good. Another shouldn't hit her it was just an unlucky circumstance... that molten rocks were blunt and that rocks in general are jagged. It wasn't easy to make out where the rock had hit, but it was somewhere around the forearm. All she knew was it sent her off balance and it had torn at her flesh. Great. Just great.
She almost laughed really, wit? Hah. Emari dragged her right hand in front of her curling her open hand into a fist, the steam around her was dissipating in loads as droplets of water began to form. Her left arm hadn't decided to move, if it were a minor cut it would be easily overlooked.. Emari had suffered a lot of minor cuts, she was far too lively to not get them. That, and far too unlucky. She suspected a gash, a deep one. The mists faded in an instant, adrenaline sure was a marvellous thing it made her overlook her injured arm. It just meant she'd have to rely on magic, she wasn't about to back down simply because of an injury.
As the thick steam lifted she saw Isaac running toward her, and he'd see the vast majority of water droplets in the air as well as her wound. All she could do right now was anticipate an attack. At least this was going to be interesting, lava. Fire and earth. The earth bit was going to hurt still, and she suffered for overlooking it, she definitely was not about to do that again.
Questions/Comments/Suggestions?
