Neo
Aug 21, 2017 11:57:42 GMT -6
Post by Neo on Aug 21, 2017 11:57:42 GMT -6
Name: Neo
Class: Pupil
Dragon Element: N/A
Age: 15
Born in: (near) Modlin, Etruria
Appearance: Neo popped into the world in a puff of smoke. Dark, dusty smoke, the color of his eyes. Neo's dark eyes always make the unsuspecting stranger wary. It is almost as if a shadowy ghost lurks within, sending shivers of quaking fear across even the strongest spine. After Neo's most striking feature, his eyes, there is nothing more about this boy that stands out. He worries not about his ruffled jet black hair. Always and forever out of sorts, Neo's hair somehow never gets in his way. His smooth olive skin is interrupted by a crooked nose that is plastered in the approximate middle of Neo's face. Tight-lipped and serious, Neo stands with a wiry frame at five foot eight and a half inches(about 1.7272 meters) and weighs in at one hundred twenty pounds(54.4311 kilograms). He is quite thin, and to a pretty high degree athletic, however he is not the quickest guy around.
Neo wears mostly black, though he does enjoy instances of dark-ish blue. He wears a tight-fitting zaffre blue long sleeved shirt and long black slacks. Overtop, we wears a flowing black vest like item, similar to a robe without sleeves. Unlike much of his closet, Neo sports a pair of deep brown leather boots the color of melted chocolate. The only markings on Neo's body can be traced back to skirmishes except for one. A curious tattoo of an intelligible winged creature formed out of dusty black smoke lays imprinted in his skin, covering his upper left arm.
Personality: Neo, a devoted scholar, does not find learning easy. However, he loves it, so tries hard in all fields of study. Not very much is known about Neo, for he has only been escaping his dark shell at the age of fifteen. He has almost no qualifications for battle, but dreams of being he most powerful out there. Strangely enough, he despises classic weaponry. He is a dark minded fellow; therefore, he has a rather interesting taste in humor. Although shrouded by darkness, Neo is generous and sometimes too forgiving. He is a kindhearted fellow even though from the outside he appears quite sinister. His qualities stretch the perimeters from going from deep, deadly darkness to lovely, lush light.
History: Neo, destined only for death, was birthed in Etruria. Well, nearby the fort, Modlin, in Etruria. Neo grew up poorly, and without a father, for he had died during an attack on their dilapidated edifice, his home, and the homes nearby. This loss has made it difficult for Neo to ever have much time. Neo has always looked up to his father as he has heard so many amazing stories about him from his mother. Those tales fueled Neo's search for greatness, but also created his hatred of classic weaponry. Although his mother wishes he would carry some type of classic weapon with him, because his magic is so unpredictable, he prefers to use magic. He dreams of attending the world renowned magic academy in Delfia, and hopes to start attending soon. The academy is in a great location for him, as it isn't too far from his birthplace.
Much of Neo's childhood had been ruined when, at the age of seven, he watched his beloved father die at the hands of the wretched gang of bandits that is situated in Modlin. Regrettably, Neo had sworn to himself he would get those bandits back, so every year, on the anniversary of his father's death, Neo seeks out the bandits, looking for a fight. It never ends particularly well, for Neo that is, and turns pieces inside Neo darker and more angry. He always comes home swearing under his breath, scraped up, bleeding profusely, and with his sullen head hanging low. He hopes to one day be able to fight off the bandits with no problems, but until then, he is pretty much screwed.
NPC fight: Neo thrashes through the undergrowth, searching for the opponent he wishes to face. Just ahead, he sees a group of seven or so bandits talking roughly to each other. As he does every time he goes looking for a fight, Neo feels extremely brave and full of courage. All of which is about to be crushed by the full weight of these strong, tough bandits. Neo cries,"Yoo, hoo, over here you oversized potatoes!"(Neo has an obsession with potatoes) Their heads whip around and they focus on the tiny runtling. Neo smiles grimly and, although seems weapon less, advances with quickening pace. The closest bandit smirks, for he's most certainly seen this act before, and pulls out his own weapon. Without any hesitation, the bandit strikes with power, sending Neo into spasms of pain as the weapon hits his right shoulder. His adversary just laughs and continues sending blows to wreak havoc upon Neo's body. With more bandits surrounding Neo, he begins to feel the overwhelming pressure of the dangerous situation blooming inside. From the blossom flows a fragile tendril of magic. Neo takes careful grasp of the magic he has found inside, and holds it carefully, a shimmering sphere glowing of darkness, then purposefully lets it ignite the closest bandit, pushing him into confusion. The others become mystified as to what just occurred; consequently, give Neo the time he needs to escape. Weighed down by injuries, Neo flees into the night.
PC fight: Intent on fighting off the armed soldier Neo found in the woods a couple of minutes ago, he reaches inside himself, hoping to find some of the magic he thought he possessed. But he finds nothing. The soldier had pulled out his long sharp sword while Neo had been stalling, so now he knows he has no choice but to fight. He cautiously leans back, cringing, waiting for the soldier to strike, while hoping and praying he'll be able to grasp the magic flowing through his body. In that split second, Neo senses the little movement of magic he has been hoping for. He lobs a dark orb of fragile magic at the stunned soldier, and waits in fear, wondering what his opponent will send his way next.
Class: Pupil
Dragon Element: N/A
Age: 15
Born in: (near) Modlin, Etruria
Appearance: Neo popped into the world in a puff of smoke. Dark, dusty smoke, the color of his eyes. Neo's dark eyes always make the unsuspecting stranger wary. It is almost as if a shadowy ghost lurks within, sending shivers of quaking fear across even the strongest spine. After Neo's most striking feature, his eyes, there is nothing more about this boy that stands out. He worries not about his ruffled jet black hair. Always and forever out of sorts, Neo's hair somehow never gets in his way. His smooth olive skin is interrupted by a crooked nose that is plastered in the approximate middle of Neo's face. Tight-lipped and serious, Neo stands with a wiry frame at five foot eight and a half inches(about 1.7272 meters) and weighs in at one hundred twenty pounds(54.4311 kilograms). He is quite thin, and to a pretty high degree athletic, however he is not the quickest guy around.
Neo wears mostly black, though he does enjoy instances of dark-ish blue. He wears a tight-fitting zaffre blue long sleeved shirt and long black slacks. Overtop, we wears a flowing black vest like item, similar to a robe without sleeves. Unlike much of his closet, Neo sports a pair of deep brown leather boots the color of melted chocolate. The only markings on Neo's body can be traced back to skirmishes except for one. A curious tattoo of an intelligible winged creature formed out of dusty black smoke lays imprinted in his skin, covering his upper left arm.
Personality: Neo, a devoted scholar, does not find learning easy. However, he loves it, so tries hard in all fields of study. Not very much is known about Neo, for he has only been escaping his dark shell at the age of fifteen. He has almost no qualifications for battle, but dreams of being he most powerful out there. Strangely enough, he despises classic weaponry. He is a dark minded fellow; therefore, he has a rather interesting taste in humor. Although shrouded by darkness, Neo is generous and sometimes too forgiving. He is a kindhearted fellow even though from the outside he appears quite sinister. His qualities stretch the perimeters from going from deep, deadly darkness to lovely, lush light.
History: Neo, destined only for death, was birthed in Etruria. Well, nearby the fort, Modlin, in Etruria. Neo grew up poorly, and without a father, for he had died during an attack on their dilapidated edifice, his home, and the homes nearby. This loss has made it difficult for Neo to ever have much time. Neo has always looked up to his father as he has heard so many amazing stories about him from his mother. Those tales fueled Neo's search for greatness, but also created his hatred of classic weaponry. Although his mother wishes he would carry some type of classic weapon with him, because his magic is so unpredictable, he prefers to use magic. He dreams of attending the world renowned magic academy in Delfia, and hopes to start attending soon. The academy is in a great location for him, as it isn't too far from his birthplace.
Much of Neo's childhood had been ruined when, at the age of seven, he watched his beloved father die at the hands of the wretched gang of bandits that is situated in Modlin. Regrettably, Neo had sworn to himself he would get those bandits back, so every year, on the anniversary of his father's death, Neo seeks out the bandits, looking for a fight. It never ends particularly well, for Neo that is, and turns pieces inside Neo darker and more angry. He always comes home swearing under his breath, scraped up, bleeding profusely, and with his sullen head hanging low. He hopes to one day be able to fight off the bandits with no problems, but until then, he is pretty much screwed.
NPC fight: Neo thrashes through the undergrowth, searching for the opponent he wishes to face. Just ahead, he sees a group of seven or so bandits talking roughly to each other. As he does every time he goes looking for a fight, Neo feels extremely brave and full of courage. All of which is about to be crushed by the full weight of these strong, tough bandits. Neo cries,"Yoo, hoo, over here you oversized potatoes!"(Neo has an obsession with potatoes) Their heads whip around and they focus on the tiny runtling. Neo smiles grimly and, although seems weapon less, advances with quickening pace. The closest bandit smirks, for he's most certainly seen this act before, and pulls out his own weapon. Without any hesitation, the bandit strikes with power, sending Neo into spasms of pain as the weapon hits his right shoulder. His adversary just laughs and continues sending blows to wreak havoc upon Neo's body. With more bandits surrounding Neo, he begins to feel the overwhelming pressure of the dangerous situation blooming inside. From the blossom flows a fragile tendril of magic. Neo takes careful grasp of the magic he has found inside, and holds it carefully, a shimmering sphere glowing of darkness, then purposefully lets it ignite the closest bandit, pushing him into confusion. The others become mystified as to what just occurred; consequently, give Neo the time he needs to escape. Weighed down by injuries, Neo flees into the night.
PC fight: Intent on fighting off the armed soldier Neo found in the woods a couple of minutes ago, he reaches inside himself, hoping to find some of the magic he thought he possessed. But he finds nothing. The soldier had pulled out his long sharp sword while Neo had been stalling, so now he knows he has no choice but to fight. He cautiously leans back, cringing, waiting for the soldier to strike, while hoping and praying he'll be able to grasp the magic flowing through his body. In that split second, Neo senses the little movement of magic he has been hoping for. He lobs a dark orb of fragile magic at the stunned soldier, and waits in fear, wondering what his opponent will send his way next.