Post by RAVIAN! on Mar 6, 2011 17:48:29 GMT -5
WEAPON
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]Name: Ravian Amadi Mysla
Alias: Ravi(for friends)
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Weapon Type: Dual wielded Bladed Tonfa attached by short chain.
Weapon Appearance: His blades are connected by a chain that come out form the end of the handle and are then wrapped around your forearms a few times then put behind the neck or back to connect to the other blade. The length of the chain is dependent on the size of the meister, the thickness can also be changed depending on the meisters wishes, it can be a practical string or chains that should be on an anchor.
Appearance:Ravian's skin is a light brown(for being african american). His feet tend to be a shade lighter than
the rest of him because he is usually wearing shoes, he has a small scar on the upper part of his left arm,
and in pretty good shape, all of his muscles are lean making him look less strong than he actually is. His eyes usually seem a bit sleepy as he usually is a bit tired and he has a tendency to usually have a cocky smirk on his face. When he is wearing anything baggy it makes him seem scrawny though he is pretty tall stranding at 5 foot 11 and a half. His hair is dreaded and he constantly keeps them swept back and most of the time has them tied together so they don't get in his vision. Though this doesn't help with some of the shorter ones on the side of his face. his face
As for clothing, when outside of school he usually wears baggy jeans or khakis. For shirts he can usually be seen with some sort of graphic tee if its not ridiculously cold. He may also wear jackets or hoodies that also may have designs on them. His shoes are usually sneakers unless he's on a mission or expecting a fight in which case he wears tennis shoes. For school, most of the time he wearsdark slacks and a button up T-shirt with a red tie, his hair will probably be a bit messier than ususal since he never wakes up on time. The shirt and pants are usually filled with wrinkles though every once in a while he may iron his clothes if he's planning on getting a misson or trying to impress someone.
Personality:Ravian seems more than slightly Prideful. Not that he's all bark and no bite. But he never seems considers the possibility of losing. Its as if the word has no meaning to him other than "what the other person is doing." After losing at anything he is likely to sulk for a good while and constantly point out things he should've done different.
He usually has a sarcastic tone to any of his boasts to show that he isn't completely serious about it. He just prefers to think he can't lose. It makes things less intense. His temper could be better. It has quite a short fuse for people he doesn't know, though if you're his friend he can take a joke, heck alot of jokes as long as its in good fun.
He's also a bit of an adreniline junkie, prefering to do somethings the hard way if it will give him a rush, the only exceptions to this are academically or if it would put someone else in danger. He doesn't like hurting his friends and its hard for him to say sorry so he tries to avoid such situations.
His main motivation is seeking thrills, when he gets old enough he really wants to go skydiving, its a dream of his. He also has a tendency to be rather...violent or destructive when he gets the chance. He likes to break things, set them on fire and can have a hard time resisting the urge if he's in say, an abandoned glass factory, or is given several fireworks. Though it doesn't really interfere with everyday life so its not as if he has a problem.
He also has A.D.H.D. resulting in him losing focus if he doesn't find a subject interesting. Along with that he also has a hard time sitting still or standing still or just being still, he constantly runs his fingers through his dreads or simply drumming on the desk with a pencil when he doesn't have anything to do.
History:Ravian's life for the most part was pretty normal before finding out he was a weapon. His family wasn't aware of any weapon blood in their family so it was a big surprise when they found out and he got some special treatment. But before that he was treated the same as any of his siblings, though he and his older sister always felt that his twin sister was the favorite. He had similar problems as any family.
Most notably having to share a birthday with his twin. They didn't like it one bit but neither were going to give it up, she was and is just as stubborn as he is. His older sister always made fun of him whenever he had a crush, and she always found out, he never figured out how but she did.
When he and his sister was around the age of 3 his father died in a train crash. Ravian himself hadn't known him very well because upon realizing his wife was having twins he started working much more to support the now larger family, he got a large promotion and by the time of his death was a regional manager of a law firm. Leaving him little time to be with the family.
After finding out he was a weapon he hid it for a good while, not sure how to tell his family or what would happen after he told them. He was mostly worried about not seeing them very often or not at all.
When he finally told them they had a difficult time tracking down where the blood had come from as the family had thought the weapon blood had simply been filtered out of the family. But they were happy for him, though he was still unsure of himself and what would happen. His mom and siblings pressured him into going to Shibusen. He at first didn't want to but eventually decided it must the best thing to do since everyone was telling him to go there. Not to mention as people found out about him being a weapon they started to be less comfortable around him, noticeably so. He started feeling shunned by must of the other kids.
He was much happier at Shibusen. Everyone in the school was similar, he felt more accepted. Of course without Ravian's dad around his mom had to get a job, Ravian home much his mom now had to get a job. Ironically the job was directing trains In New York City. This was made easier since Ravian wasn't home as often as he would be if he went to a public school.
In short everything just worked out with him going to Shibusen, it made his family's life easier and made his own life easier, he has long since decided that this was the best decision overall. He still goes to see his family over winter and summer break and though when at school he misses them he thinks the freedom he has at the school is worth it.
Soul Resonance: Partial Transformation.
He can turn his hands and fore arms into blades, once he goes back about a foot the hooked part of the actual blade will form, from his elbow up he will just form chains. He also can make blades jut out from his knees and elbows, he can only do this symmetrically or not at all meaning he cant make one hand bladed on the other stay a hand
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Performance:
weakness
low endurance
unstrategic
weak at long range
reckless
strengths
quick
versatile
brute strength
likes fighting
OOC
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]Name: Ravian
Age: 15
RP Experience:since 2010
Password: rainbow
RP Sample:Ravian wandered around the school with apprehension. It was his first day amd honestly, he was a bit nervous. But who wasn't nervous on their first day of school? Not that he would ever admit to being nervous in the future. He was almost never nervous.
He looked at the numbers on the lockers, trying to find his. The school was larger than what he was used to. He had trouble figuring out where everything was, he had gotten lost several times already but he finally thought he was used to it. Ravian kept walking, he stood more upright now.
His confidence renewed. Though he was probably going to be late for his first class he had at least found his locker. He turned and walked up to the locker. A little smaller than what he was used to or was expecting but not too small.
He put in a number of things, glad he didn't have his coat on. It would've taken up too much room. He turned around. Starting on the trek to his class, which he was definitely going to be late for, there was no chance he'd be able to find it in time. He wished desperately that this place was smaller or had escalators or at the very least that he had a map.
He turned the corner of the hall just as the bell rang. The school seemed empty even though there were people just beyond the doors. It was so much quieter now. He jogged over to the stairs and looked up at them with an annoyed face. This place seriously needed an elevator. Escalators wouldn't cut it.