PHEYLAN GARRISON, MEISTER

[PHEYLAN GARRISON!]

[atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #303030; -moz-border-radius: 1em 1em 1em 1em,bTable] meister IT SEEMS TO ESCAPE ME Name: Pheylan Garrison Alias: Phey, Pheyphey Gender: Male Age: 17 Meister Level: One-star AS SEEN THROUGH THE SOUL Personality Traits: [+]Strong [+]Charming (Smooth) [+]Friendly [+]Intelligent [+]Quick Witted [-]Conflicted [-]Secretive [-]Tempered [-]Selfish [-]Flirtatious Likes & Dislikes: [✔]People [✔]Animals [✔]Books [✔]Shopping [✔]Flirting [✘]Cats [✘]Violence [✘]Going to class [✘]Losing [✘]The Dark Notes: The reason why Pheylan’s personality traits may seem like they are uncompatible, (positive vs negative wise) is due to the fact that Pheylan doesn’t really share his emotions. He has trust issues. There aren’t many he’d tell about his past, or how he feels about things. He has almost made a ‘resovoir’ inside on himself. A locked room with all his intense emotions and bad feelings. The rest of his personality is what he puts on for show, so that no one expects what he’s really thinking. He can be very doubtful of his own abilities, but he believes that as long as he is still alive, he can try and prove himself wrong (this is what is meant by conflicted). Pheylan, although mature seeming, is actually a big child on the inside. He makes himself seem aloof, and avoids opening up to anyone. Unfortunately, he does grow attached to those who hang around him a lot. He will tend to get selfish (thinking they are HIS friends) if he sees them with others, and he wasn’t invited. However, this is why he thinks he doesn’t depend on anyone. He doesn’t want to be let down, nor does he want to let down others. Pheylan has a few… quirks. It goes along with his inner child. Being strangely unaware of how he should really react with people, he gets frustrated, pouts, and whines—but only to himelf. He’d never let such a ‘slip’ in his appearance happen in front of anyone (except maybe his weapon). It’s a complete 180 from his smooth, guile-like personality. Another quirk is Pheylan’s obsession with cats. He loves them. He adores them to the point that it’s frightening, even to himself. He loses all composure he has, and automatically acts like a doting mother to any cat that comes within five feet of him. For someone who likes to put on a façade, this type of behavior is unacceptable. He hates going near the damned felines, since he KNOWS how he will act around them. It would ruin his image, and shatter the little self confidence he has. The meister is also unexpectedly afraid of the dark. It makes a little sense, though, when looked at from a mental point of view. He sees his doubts and fears as a darkness inside of him. So, when he’s in the dark, he feels like every bad thing that has happened to him is smothering him, suffocating him. So, to avoid these panicked feelings, Pheylan sleeps with the light on. Every night. (Along with a stuffed cat.) On another note, Pheylan is pansexual. He would hit on anything that moved if he could. Most of it is just teasing, or him trying to get people to like him. However, sometimes he's just being a teenaged boy. He has many hormones. So he might as well see if anyone would take him up on what he has to offer! He also enjoys seeing the different reactions of people. He gets bored very easily, and teasing is a quality pastime, in his opinion. Pheylan has a long, drawn out history, which is all rather boring, or way too emotional for his tastes. However, all of his mental troubles and insecurities begin from age 8. Up until then, Pheylan had been an only child. However, his mother was pregnant with another; a girl. Pheylan’s parents were excited to be having a daughter in the next few months. Unfortunately, two months before the child was supposed to be born, the mother suffered a miscarriage. Pheylan had been playing with his toy cars on top of the stairs, and left them there when he went to the bathroom for just a quick moment. But on his way back to his toys, he heard a loud ‘crash’. Father yelling from downstairs, Pheylan rushed to see what the commotion was about. His mother had accidentally tripped on one of the toy cars on her way up, and fell. She lay in a heap at the bottom, passed out. After being rushed to the hospital, it was determined that the mother would be safe… but the unborn child was not. The parents were devastated. And in the short time the mother was in the hospital, Pheylan was left at home with his father… who had turned to extreme drinking for an answer to his grief. During his drunkenness, his father blamed Pheylan for the death of their unborn child. 'If only he hadn’t played with his toys near the steps, his mother would never have fallen.' This belief was beaten into Pheylan until the night his mom came home, two weeks later. Seeing the bruises covering Pheylan, she and the father argued. Pheylan was left alone for that night. However, when Pheylan woke up, his father was gone, and his mother was sobbing in her room. His mother was in a deep depression, and committed suicide a few days later. The pain of losing her unborn daughter and her husband was too much for her to bear. Understandably, Pheylan believed that this was all his fault. However, he couldn’t hurt or kill himself like his mom chose to do. No, he promised himself that with these deaths upon his shoulders, he would continue to live his life; for them. Even with all the pain in his heart, he forced himself to keep moving forward. He moved in with his grandparents, but never had a great relationship with them. Until age 14 he kept to himself, not getting close to anyone; after all, what if they died because of him, too? He was sent to Shibusen, for he turned out to be a meister. Luckily, Pheylan had started taking a variety of martial art classes in order to deal with his stress, when he moved in with his grandparents. Knowing both Tae Kwan Do and Fencing very well, becoming a meister seemed like the appropriate thing to do. For the first few years, Pheylan hung around Death City, avoiding finding a partner and focusing on getting his fighting abilities to their peak. However, he’s now grown into a young man, and knows that he can’t stay stuck in this slow moving life forever. At age 17, he finally decided that it’s time he looks for a partner, and move on to a better life. THE SECRETS I LET OUT Soul Resonance: Pheylan has basic Soul Perception Resonance Name - Description Resonance Name - Description Resonance Name - Description Performance: Pheylan has been studying fencing and Tae Kwon Do for ten years now. Both fighting styles, while having offensive moves, focuses on defense and ‘keeping distance’. This being said, Pheylan isn’t the type to rush in without thinking. He tends to watch his opponents, and tries to wait until they make the first move. He thinks strategically, and tries to deem what kind of attack will have the most effect on the enemy. Luckily, he has a lot of stamina. Since he consolidates all of his attacks as rebounds, he doesn’t waste much energy, and tends to last longer than someone who is going all out. His offensive attacks are carried out smoothly, however his attacks are more effective when his opponent is worn down. While quite strong, and owns enough knowledge to carry out a successful offensive attack, Pheylan has no confidence in himself. He believes that the only way he can beat someone is if they’re tired out first. If someone comes at him head on, even if he acts cool about it, inside he will be hesitant and frightened, causing him to move into a defensive stand. His reposts and counter attacks often cause a decent amount of damage, though they are limited by how quick they need to be produced after a successful block. If he had the support of a weapon, Pheylan may or may not fight more efficiently than he does alone. Having the need to win for his weapon, or the mental support his partner would give him would probably boost his morale, making him a stronger offensive fighter. However, as he is now, his offensive is weak compared to how strong his defense is. THE PUPPETEER Name: Ainsley Age: 19 RP Experience: Appx. 5 years Password: Rainbow RP Sample: Pheylan rolled his eyes over to the window next to him, tuning out the teacher talking about Kinshin eggs. As meisters and weapons, wasn’t it necessary for them to already know this information? ‘There was absolutely no need for me to come today.’ He puffed up at his blonde bangs, moving them out of his eyes. It was Thursday, and his first day coming to classes that week. However, it looked like it would have been best if he had just waited until tomorrow's class. Pheylan had already read a few books on Kinshin eggs, as well as attended a few lectures about the matter. He knew enough about them. 'Why isn’t there every anything new to learn in this school?' He wondered, even though he already knew the answer; he wasn’t experienced enough. Maybe once he actually got out there and faced a kinshin egg himself, he’d learn something new. Unfortunately, Phey has yet to find a weapon partner. Going three years avoiding other people made it hard to open up and find someone to work with him, especially if they had been there all three years that he’d ignored everyone’s existence. But over the summer, Pheylan had vowed to change this. He would start to attend classes more regularly, in order to observe the other students and possibly make friends. Remembering his objective in coming to class in the first place, Pheylan dragged his eyes away from the green scenery of freedom through the window, to the room full of lulled students. None of them seemed particularly… outstanding. However, there were quite a few good looking classmates. The girl two seats to the left of him was quite cute. And the boy three seats in front of her looked rather… Pheylan smirked as he looked the boy up and down. ‘He’s certainly an attractive one.’ He chuckled to himself, his mind shuffling through thoughts of what he could do to him as he continued his scrutiny of the class. By the end of the class period, Pheylan had thoroughly inspected each of his classmates, and had found the perfect target. A girl a few rows in front of him looked to be the shy and timid type; the kind a man like Pheylan could approach rather easily with his newfound personality. The question was, what to say first? ‘I should get her to like me, right?’ He stood up, slinging his bag over one shoulder, and slowly made his way to her desk. She had just finished putting her books away as he approached her. ‘I must seem appealing to her….’ He took a deep breath, before losing himself in his new persona. ”Good afternoon, darling.” He flashed a smile at her as she looked up uncertainly. ”Your bag looks awefully heavy. Why don’t you let me carry it for you?” Without giving her a chance to reply, he slung her bag on his shoulder next to his. ”I’ll carry this to your next destination, how ‘bout it?” His leaned closer to her, and gave her his best prince-like smile he could muster. She seemed to be growing flustered, turning pink in the cheeks from an oncoming blush. ”I’ll take that as a yes, hmm?” He winked at her, causing a darker shade of pink to fan across her face. ”Where to, milady?” Face Claim: [b]KAICHOU WA MAID SAMA,[/b] [i]usui takumi[/i] Credit To: Death the Kid of SR

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Accepted!
^{Very nice character! Lots of development, I see. J'aime beaucoup! ♥}