Post by Rei Eckhard on Mar 8, 2012 23:43:56 GMT -5
Player: Niyameh
Contact: Ask me please.
Intentions: Neutral
Background
Name: Rei Eckhard
Race: Beastfolk
Species: Wolf
Age: 24
Tier: 3
Social
Place of Birth: Lost Angels, Alexandria
Allegiances: None
Aspirations: Leave a mark within the world during his lifetime.
Nicknames: None
Titles: None
Relatives: Family is deceased and he doesn’t know any of his other relatives.
Significant Other: Hasn't found one worth his time.
Mental
Personality: He calls himself an embodiment of chaos. No one has seen anything but his outside face, which is that of a business man with a fake smile and a charming attitude. He acts kind, sweet, and acts like he cares, but he’s completely detached from anything and everything except the weapons he knows will never betray him. The time he spent perfecting his trade has made him forget the person he really is and made the mask a reality.
Likes:
• Chaos
• Money
• gaining an advantage over someone
• Meat
• Cute things
• Animals
• Being annoying
• Scaring people
• Challenges
Dislikes:
• Sour foods
• fish
• strict order
• not having cash
• being in debt
• beating around the bush
• being with a group of 3 or more people
• the current generation of idiots
• Unnecessary violence
• House Cats
Strengths:
• Detached from everything
• Counting Money
• Businessman-like attitude
Weaknesses:
• Detached from everything
• Slightly Socially Awkward
• Easily irritated
Physical
Major Details: Deep blue fur, blue eyes, 6’0”.
Appearance: Thin and lithe, with deep blue fur covering his body from head to toe. He always wears a black bandana on his head with ears poking out and a set of steel half-glove bracers. His fur is constantly clean and brushed, giving it a soft texture that makes people want to pet him.
Natural Abilities: Nimble with the hands and feet, there’s no surprise the he’s rarely been caught. All his falls and beatings have made it so his body can take a punch…or two… or seven…
Natural Traits: He looks every bit a wolf, just bipedal and with his feet resembling more of a humans than a wolf.
Strengths: He’s taken punches and given them, more given then taken because he would rather not take a hit if necessary. He’s had more than enough fights to know how to handle himself and survived enough nasty situations to make a hospital rich.
Weaknesses: He’s relies so much on being hard to catch that once he’s caught its hard for him to get away. Strength is not his best area of expertise as he would rather be fast and cunning than slow and stupid.
Magical
Specializations:
- Tier 1: Physical (Alteration) 4. Reconstructs an object he touches into something different or changes its appearance.
- Tier 2: Mental (Alteration) 4. He can alter anything within his vision using his mind, but doing so makes the object smaller or weaker than he envisions it.
- Tier 3: Spoken (Phrase - Alteration) 4. Using spoken magic he can create a delayed effect for the alteration rather than it being immediate. The phrase must contain the word "change" in order for the effect to occur.
Visual Display: The area or object being altered distorts and shimmers.
Special Abilities:
- Tier 0: Enhanced Speed 2
- Tier 1: Telekinesis
- Tier 2: Levitation
- Tier 3: Psychometry
Bonus Special Abilities:
- Tier 0(racial): Enhanced Speed 1
- Tier 0(racial): Immunity: Telepathy
Unique Abilities: N/A
Strengths: His fights have made him good at reconstructing earth and metals quickly to make simple weapons and defenses, or to do simple repairs. He works best when he can touch the object, so he can sense what it's made of through his Psychometry.
Weaknesses: The more rushed he is the more likely something will go wrong. The further away from his target he is, the more draining and the more inaccurate his effects are. He doesn't have the skill to copy things with fine detail. Because his power is rooted in the physical world, he cannot alter magical or spiritual things.
Inventory
Mundane:
• Daggers… daggers everywhere… No not really. He just has few here and there hidden on his person.
• A broadsword openly for self-defense.
Magical: None at the moment
History
“My history? What history? I can tell you any story and you’d probably believe me. But I don’t really have a reason to do that now do I? I was a street urchin. My parents were dead and I had no one to turn to. I grew up on my own, “earning” my own food and money. Until I was about thirteen I continued to “earn” my way through life until I actually got a job. Now don’t think I was heartless, I felt bad about doing what I did. But I needed to live and they obviously had plenty to spare. I did what I could and I became good at what I did. I worked at fruit stands, as a delivery boy, even as a guard dog. Don’t laugh, I’ve had my share of fights. I was able to get a small apartment, have my own bed, and buy my own food. It was good. In the end, I still wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. So in the end I opened up this place, “Odd Jobs.” People come to me when they have something they need done but don’t have the hands for it, of course I have to charge high for it. I have other jobs on the plate, some better than others. Oh, I’ve been asked a wide variety of things, some of them not so sunshiny and bright. But hey, you make money when it comes. But you should know that a good deal of people are like that here. It’s Lost Angels you’re talking about.”
“My magic? Er… that’s something I just picked up on my own. The first time I used my alteration ability was back when I was 6. The door was locked and the owners of the house had suddenly come home and I had panicked. It suddenly kicked in and a locked door was suddenly unlocked. I didn’t realize I had it until very many same situations after. After that it’s sort of been hit and miss with the other stuff. I’ve blown myself up quite a few times and burned down several apartment complexes fiddling with my magic, but I’ve gotten it to work… mostly… There are still times when it’s a bit unreliable. Luckily I did things slowly, rather than taking one giant step. I’ve taken too many risks and too many beatings not to know that lesson.”
“But that’s just what it is. I’ve done as much good as I have evil, and while some I regret some I think should have been done. But look, I’ve gone on too long, do you have something for me to do or are you going to take what you can believe and get out of here?”
Contact: Ask me please.
Intentions: Neutral
Background
Name: Rei Eckhard
Race: Beastfolk
Species: Wolf
Age: 24
Tier: 3
Social
Place of Birth: Lost Angels, Alexandria
Allegiances: None
Aspirations: Leave a mark within the world during his lifetime.
Nicknames: None
Titles: None
Relatives: Family is deceased and he doesn’t know any of his other relatives.
Significant Other: Hasn't found one worth his time.
Mental
Personality: He calls himself an embodiment of chaos. No one has seen anything but his outside face, which is that of a business man with a fake smile and a charming attitude. He acts kind, sweet, and acts like he cares, but he’s completely detached from anything and everything except the weapons he knows will never betray him. The time he spent perfecting his trade has made him forget the person he really is and made the mask a reality.
Likes:
• Chaos
• Money
• gaining an advantage over someone
• Meat
• Cute things
• Animals
• Being annoying
• Scaring people
• Challenges
Dislikes:
• Sour foods
• fish
• strict order
• not having cash
• being in debt
• beating around the bush
• being with a group of 3 or more people
• the current generation of idiots
• Unnecessary violence
• House Cats
Strengths:
• Detached from everything
• Counting Money
• Businessman-like attitude
Weaknesses:
• Detached from everything
• Slightly Socially Awkward
• Easily irritated
Physical
Major Details: Deep blue fur, blue eyes, 6’0”.
Appearance: Thin and lithe, with deep blue fur covering his body from head to toe. He always wears a black bandana on his head with ears poking out and a set of steel half-glove bracers. His fur is constantly clean and brushed, giving it a soft texture that makes people want to pet him.
Natural Abilities: Nimble with the hands and feet, there’s no surprise the he’s rarely been caught. All his falls and beatings have made it so his body can take a punch…or two… or seven…
Natural Traits: He looks every bit a wolf, just bipedal and with his feet resembling more of a humans than a wolf.
Strengths: He’s taken punches and given them, more given then taken because he would rather not take a hit if necessary. He’s had more than enough fights to know how to handle himself and survived enough nasty situations to make a hospital rich.
Weaknesses: He’s relies so much on being hard to catch that once he’s caught its hard for him to get away. Strength is not his best area of expertise as he would rather be fast and cunning than slow and stupid.
Magical
Specializations:
- Tier 1: Physical (Alteration) 4. Reconstructs an object he touches into something different or changes its appearance.
- Tier 2: Mental (Alteration) 4. He can alter anything within his vision using his mind, but doing so makes the object smaller or weaker than he envisions it.
- Tier 3: Spoken (Phrase - Alteration) 4. Using spoken magic he can create a delayed effect for the alteration rather than it being immediate. The phrase must contain the word "change" in order for the effect to occur.
Visual Display: The area or object being altered distorts and shimmers.
Special Abilities:
- Tier 0: Enhanced Speed 2
- Tier 1: Telekinesis
- Tier 2: Levitation
- Tier 3: Psychometry
Bonus Special Abilities:
- Tier 0(racial): Enhanced Speed 1
- Tier 0(racial): Immunity: Telepathy
Unique Abilities: N/A
Strengths: His fights have made him good at reconstructing earth and metals quickly to make simple weapons and defenses, or to do simple repairs. He works best when he can touch the object, so he can sense what it's made of through his Psychometry.
Weaknesses: The more rushed he is the more likely something will go wrong. The further away from his target he is, the more draining and the more inaccurate his effects are. He doesn't have the skill to copy things with fine detail. Because his power is rooted in the physical world, he cannot alter magical or spiritual things.
Inventory
Mundane:
• Daggers… daggers everywhere… No not really. He just has few here and there hidden on his person.
• A broadsword openly for self-defense.
Magical: None at the moment
History
“My history? What history? I can tell you any story and you’d probably believe me. But I don’t really have a reason to do that now do I? I was a street urchin. My parents were dead and I had no one to turn to. I grew up on my own, “earning” my own food and money. Until I was about thirteen I continued to “earn” my way through life until I actually got a job. Now don’t think I was heartless, I felt bad about doing what I did. But I needed to live and they obviously had plenty to spare. I did what I could and I became good at what I did. I worked at fruit stands, as a delivery boy, even as a guard dog. Don’t laugh, I’ve had my share of fights. I was able to get a small apartment, have my own bed, and buy my own food. It was good. In the end, I still wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. So in the end I opened up this place, “Odd Jobs.” People come to me when they have something they need done but don’t have the hands for it, of course I have to charge high for it. I have other jobs on the plate, some better than others. Oh, I’ve been asked a wide variety of things, some of them not so sunshiny and bright. But hey, you make money when it comes. But you should know that a good deal of people are like that here. It’s Lost Angels you’re talking about.”
“My magic? Er… that’s something I just picked up on my own. The first time I used my alteration ability was back when I was 6. The door was locked and the owners of the house had suddenly come home and I had panicked. It suddenly kicked in and a locked door was suddenly unlocked. I didn’t realize I had it until very many same situations after. After that it’s sort of been hit and miss with the other stuff. I’ve blown myself up quite a few times and burned down several apartment complexes fiddling with my magic, but I’ve gotten it to work… mostly… There are still times when it’s a bit unreliable. Luckily I did things slowly, rather than taking one giant step. I’ve taken too many risks and too many beatings not to know that lesson.”
“But that’s just what it is. I’ve done as much good as I have evil, and while some I regret some I think should have been done. But look, I’ve gone on too long, do you have something for me to do or are you going to take what you can believe and get out of here?”