ToY: RP Written App: Ismael Claes by Nioxi, literature
Literature
ToY: RP Written App: Ismael Claes
BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Ismael Claes
Nickname:
Title: The Returning Mercenary
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Height: 5'6/168 cm
Race: Dyre
Ability: Double: Able to live on both land and water, without worries of lack of oxygen or dehydration.
Root: Sylphian
DYNAMIC INFORMATION
Current Level: 1
Weapon: Curved Sword
Sub-Weapon: None
Element: Water, Earth
Element Property: Sharp, Immobile (Support)
Number of Lapis Fors: 0
Affiliation
Current Affiliation: None
Former Affiliation: None
Rank: None
Status: None
CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONAppearance:
Ismael wears half-plate armor with a breastplate covering his chest, metal greaves on his feet, metal gauntlets
An ancient tomb, built of cold stone carved into the earth and long forgotten by time. Within it sits the corpse of an ancient emperor, who threatened every world with his lust for power. He sat upon his stone throne, decaying silently. His servants lay before him, silent corpses, kneeling as they had for hundreds of years, waiting for their beloved master to return to them. Yet, when the master had returned, it was somewhere else. Not in his own body, but in a new one. A body made from the bodies of 387 willing participants. But that body now had its own will. The will of what this emperor once was. Not that of a conqueror, but that of a car
Whistle awoke, groggy from what he could only assume was a very long sleep. He stretched to get the stiffness out of his muscles, only to realize something very odd. Nothing. No sensation of touch, no wind, no hot or cold, not even the weight of his own being. Whistle looked around to see strange moving lights whizzing past him in one direction, surrounded otherwise by an empty grayness. This should have shocked him, made him jump out of his skin in surprise. But, for some reason, Whistle felt nothing. Nothing at all. Whistle always wore his heart on his sleeve, letting his emotions guide him at every turn. But there was nothing to guide him.
EX stood completely still. Before him was the Coffin of Alexander Lancaster. Alexander Lancaster was the greatest monster hunter of all time, and one of the first at that. He paved the way so that humans could learn to fight against malicious creatures far stronger than themselves. In his final days, Alexander had every piece of his gear placed in the coffin that he was meant to be buried in. The following morning after the last piece was placed in the coffin, he was nowhere to be found. Instead, all there was was a letter. It said only this;
Whomever among my heirs can match me, mark your blood upon my coffin, and everything that was mine s
Fables and Myths from Traverse Town [LV] by Nioxi, literature
Literature
Fables and Myths from Traverse Town [LV]
“You want to hear about some of the myths from my home world?” Whistle sat across from Tristan. Tristan held a pen in one hand and had a small stack of paper in front of him, ready to write it all down.
“Yes, that is exactly what I just finished explaining to you Whistle. Why do always repeat my explanations right after I say them?” Whistle shrugged in response. “Anyways, I’d like information about things that aren’t exactly proven. It’s easy to gather information on criminal activity and such, but an unidentified creature or spirit of some kind? Only a resident could even guess how to get info
Whistle sat atop a boulder, removing a cigarette from his mouth and blowing out smoke. Ten years in the Vanguard had hardened him for combat, made him stronger than he ever could have been on his own. His face bore scars, one on his right cheek, over which no hair grew, distinct among the peach fuzz covering his face. Another was small, on his right eyebrow. Hair stopped growing there as well. Whistle watched as the ground settled. He'd fought off heartless for a good 2 hours before they finally stopped.
Whistle looked over his katana, inspecting it for damage. As always, the Relic was spotless, uncut and unbroken, just as the day Hennessey
Personal Data:
Name: Whistle
Age: 22
Blood Type: B+
Quirks: Covers up his face whenever he's embarrassed, whistles whenever things are safe.
Physical:
Height: 5'10
Weight: 155 lbs
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Whistle is a head taller than the average person, with an average build for his height. His hair is a dirty blonde combed mostly over his right eye, though not actually covering it. He wears dark blue jeans and black combat boots, along with a grey hooded shirt and a black leather jacket with the collar turned up. Whistle's eyes are a bright green.
Personality:
Bashful | Violent | Kindhearted | Methodical | Generous
When you get
ToY: RP Written App: Ismael Claes by Nioxi, literature
Literature
ToY: RP Written App: Ismael Claes
BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Ismael Claes
Nickname:
Title: The Returning Mercenary
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Height: 5'6/168 cm
Race: Dyre
Ability: Double: Able to live on both land and water, without worries of lack of oxygen or dehydration.
Root: Sylphian
DYNAMIC INFORMATION
Current Level: 1
Weapon: Curved Sword
Sub-Weapon: None
Element: Water, Earth
Element Property: Sharp, Immobile (Support)
Number of Lapis Fors: 0
Affiliation
Current Affiliation: None
Former Affiliation: None
Rank: None
Status: None
CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONAppearance:
Ismael wears half-plate armor with a breastplate covering his chest, metal greaves on his feet, metal gauntlets
An ancient tomb, built of cold stone carved into the earth and long forgotten by time. Within it sits the corpse of an ancient emperor, who threatened every world with his lust for power. He sat upon his stone throne, decaying silently. His servants lay before him, silent corpses, kneeling as they had for hundreds of years, waiting for their beloved master to return to them. Yet, when the master had returned, it was somewhere else. Not in his own body, but in a new one. A body made from the bodies of 387 willing participants. But that body now had its own will. The will of what this emperor once was. Not that of a conqueror, but that of a car
EX stood completely still. Before him was the Coffin of Alexander Lancaster. Alexander Lancaster was the greatest monster hunter of all time, and one of the first at that. He paved the way so that humans could learn to fight against malicious creatures far stronger than themselves. In his final days, Alexander had every piece of his gear placed in the coffin that he was meant to be buried in. The following morning after the last piece was placed in the coffin, he was nowhere to be found. Instead, all there was was a letter. It said only this;
Whomever among my heirs can match me, mark your blood upon my coffin, and everything that was mine s
Fables and Myths from Traverse Town [LV] by Nioxi, literature
Literature
Fables and Myths from Traverse Town [LV]
“You want to hear about some of the myths from my home world?” Whistle sat across from Tristan. Tristan held a pen in one hand and had a small stack of paper in front of him, ready to write it all down.
“Yes, that is exactly what I just finished explaining to you Whistle. Why do always repeat my explanations right after I say them?” Whistle shrugged in response. “Anyways, I’d like information about things that aren’t exactly proven. It’s easy to gather information on criminal activity and such, but an unidentified creature or spirit of some kind? Only a resident could even guess how to get info
Whistle sat atop a boulder, removing a cigarette from his mouth and blowing out smoke. Ten years in the Vanguard had hardened him for combat, made him stronger than he ever could have been on his own. His face bore scars, one on his right cheek, over which no hair grew, distinct among the peach fuzz covering his face. Another was small, on his right eyebrow. Hair stopped growing there as well. Whistle watched as the ground settled. He'd fought off heartless for a good 2 hours before they finally stopped.
Whistle looked over his katana, inspecting it for damage. As always, the Relic was spotless, uncut and unbroken, just as the day Hennessey
Personal Data:
Name: Whistle
Age: 22
Blood Type: B+
Quirks: Covers up his face whenever he's embarrassed, whistles whenever things are safe.
Physical:
Height: 5'10
Weight: 155 lbs
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Whistle is a head taller than the average person, with an average build for his height. His hair is a dirty blonde combed mostly over his right eye, though not actually covering it. He wears dark blue jeans and black combat boots, along with a grey hooded shirt and a black leather jacket with the collar turned up. Whistle's eyes are a bright green.
Personality:
Bashful | Violent | Kindhearted | Methodical | Generous
When you get
Name: Nioxi Sterling
Age: 20
Proof of Existence: The Prince of Darkness
Element: Shadows- Nioxi can manipulate the shadows of people and objects, and can make them interact with physical things, such as moving a couch. Unfortunately, Nioxi has no control over his own shadow, which is known to cause mischief for those unfortunate enough to cross it's line of sight.
Weapon: Summoning Charm- Nioxi used this pendant to capture his Heartless, among some other creatures, and can release them from it under his own will. Sentient creatures and inanimate objects are unaffected by it.
World: Traverse Town
Cause of Death: Ioni (his somebody) was i