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| Samual Aeron | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 1 2008, 08:03 PM (234 Views) | |
| Prop Guy! | Mar 1 2008, 08:03 PM Post #1 |
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Height: 6'3" Weight: 205 lbs. Age: 491 (looks to be in his mid-twenties) Sex: Male Race: Half-Hyporian Hair: Crimson, shoulder length and spiked back. Skin tone: Darkened Caucassian (a very light tan) Eye color: Grey, irises shaped like those of a dragon or cat. Body Frame: Athletic, yet a bit on the thin side. Dress: Wears a black silken shirt with a single long sleeve. The other sleeve has been removed because it gets in the way of his weapon. He is also attired in a pair of baggy black pants, almost like the type of pants a Samurai wears; a pair of ordinary black boots; a pair of pilot or dragoon type googles he wears on his forehead, in front of a black, silken headband; and a single silver dogtag hanging around his neck, which reads "Mother" in draconic glyphs. Battle: In addition to his normal attire, Samual, while in battle, wears a suit of armor composed of platinum mythril chains and plates; his torso piece is composed mostly of chains, and his leggings and arm pieces composed mostly of plates, as wells as the pieces on his shoulders. In battle, he wield a seemingly unusually shaped machete that's over 5 feet long, where the cutting edge is red and the tang of the blade is pure black; a weapon Samual has come to name "Silent Rage". Disposition: For the most part optimistic, with a hint of self-loathing. Story: Born to a Hyporian Mother and a Drengarden father, Samual was from the start not meant to be able to exert the true nature of full-blooded Hyporians: being a Half-Hyporian meant he was supposed to be born with only one soul laying claim to his body. Anyways, Samual had a normal childhood for a Half-Hyporian child, but unlike other half-Hyporians, he was able to make other children see that it didn't matter if he was a half-Hyporian, and he was able to make a few long-time friends. In adolescence his parents had a second child: a daughter, and Samual vowed to protect his new little sister, despite his own weaknesses. But, little did he know, something was lying dormant inside him. One summer night of his 52nd year (adolescence of Hyporians runs from age 30 to age 75, so he would be the equivalent of a 17 year old Drengarden in physical appearence and mentallity). He awoke, only to see his parents: both maimed and beheaded.. He felt such a rage come over him, and finally, as he wept in anger and rage for his parents, all he remembers seeing is his little sister floating above his bed, holding what appeared to be a bloodied scythe, made purely of Darkness. When he regained conciousness, his vision was quite blurred, so could not see what was going on, but what he heard was the most pure, beautiful vioce his young ears had the pleasure of hearing. All that she said was, "Fear not, young one. The Gods smile upon you." As he tried to to reply to her statement, she softly pressed her index and middle fingers over his lips, and she softly whispered into his young right ear, "Do not worry, for you have Hyporia's Blessing." It seemed he was having a dream. When he awoke, he found himself standing in the middle of a vast open field, dressed in a seemingly magical set of garments (his normal clothing that he wears to this day). To his right side, a glowing white sphere. He stared with much contemplation at this mass of energy, until he heard that same voice as in his dream tell him, "My child, I have given you a gift, so that you may survive and become my emassary on Drengard. But in order to do so, you must touch that light..." As if his hand was compelled to all on it's own, he grasped the light... The light, in turn, began to shape and mold itself into the form of an odd looking blade (see attached image for blade look). As he looked in awe at this blade that had come from that light, the only thing his young mind could think was "Silent Rage". So to this day, he calls this blade "Silent Rage". For about 8 years thereafter, until the eve of his 60th year, he wandered the southern continent, performing oddjobs for food and shelter, thus giving him experience in dealing with people in civil situations. Then, on the eve of his 60th year, he encountered a man whom would change how Samual would go about his life, for it was on the eve of his 60th year that he had become the apprentice of a kindly, elderly Neko swordsman: a man by the name of Yuno Musado. Although he had learned how to use a sword from his mother, he had no idea the complexity of what being a swordsman was like. Yuno taught the young Hyporian all that he could on how to be a compitant swordsman: honor, discipline, and compassion. He taught Samual all manners of swordplay, as well as how to think on one's feet. Although Samual had trained diligently under Yuno for years, Yuno had not taught Samual any techniques. Then, on the eve of Samual's 70th year, the purpose of Yuno's training methods became apparent as Yuno passed a challange down onto Samual. That challange was: for the next 10 years, Samual was to train on his own, to hone his own talents. In those 10 years, Samual was to create 20 unique sword techniques to call his own. The prize: Samual would no longer be a Swordsman's apprentice, but a full-fledged Swordsman. So, as Samual approached the eve of his 76th year, he had not come up with a single technique. This would change after a single night. As he was setting up camp somewhere on the eastern portion of the Souther Continent, he heard a young woman's voice directed towards him. She said, with evil intent laid throught the duration of her sentence, "Stand and face me, Onii-chan. Unless you want to end up having the same fate as Mother and Father." As he stood and turn, his mind was affixed on two, intermixing, repeating thoughts: revenge, and Silent Rage. Revenge on her for taking their parents life; revenge for being left alone for 24 years; revenge for the pain and suffering he had been caused. What he saw before him was indeed his sister, but what he hadn't expected was that, like him, she too had reached adulthood. But then, he notice something he hadn't notice before about her ever: she had a pair of fox-like ears on her head, and a fox-like tail coming from her back. All he said to her was, "Who are you, for you cannot possibly be my darling little sister." As these words entered her ears, she entered a feindish, hate-driven rage as a scythe of pure, black energy materialized into her hands, her body now quickly rushing towards Samual. As she rushed towards him, he had already had his katana drawn, poised to strike her down... (Part 2 next post) |
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| Prop Guy! | Mar 1 2008, 08:04 PM Post #2 |
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Samual began to make a strike towards his sister, but as his katana almost made contact with her abdoman, she vanished, only for him to hear a second later, in the same innocently evil tone, "You're too slow, O..." Then to his left, "Ni..." And then finally back to the front of him, "Chan." As he glared angerly at this demon from his past, he noticed something he hadn't noticed before: she had a pair of black, leathery, bat-like wings sprouting from her back, and now, in place of her fox-tail was a long, black, swishing, reptilian tail, much like that of a dragon. As he gazed intensely upon what he could only precieve as a demon who had taken possession of his sister, he barked, "Demon! Who are you?! What are you?! What is your business with me?!" At this time, she disappeared again, only to reappear seconds later right in front of him, their eyes now locked upon each other. "You disappoint me, Onii-chan..." He could hear the feinged disappointment in her sarcastic tone. "I was going to give you a chance to join me, but now I see that that's not an option." She pushes herself back about five feet and rematerializes her black energy scythe, it now glowing with a sinister shade of extremely darkened violet. "If you really must know, I threw away my identity as your younger sister the day I slaughtered or pathetic parents. From that day forward, I was no longer Anita Aeron, I had become... so much more." Again, she disappeared, her voice then coming from behind Samual, as he then felt a pair of feminine arms embracing him from behind, her body now pressed up against his, as she continued to speak, only now whispering into his left ear. "I had become power incarnate. I wanted Onii-chan to join me so badly, because you were the only one I cared about, but now..." as her words stopped, Samual suddenly felt a burning coming from his stomach. As he stared down at his stomach, he gazed in shock at what he saw: her scythe, now covered in his blood as it pierced through his body. As it dematerialized, his blood began to slowly flow from both ends of the wound, causing Samual to feel very heavy, and sleepy. All he could hear was her intense, evil laughter. "But now, I don't need you!" As his vision began to blur, he began to remember what had happened after he had lost conciousness as his sister floated there above his bed over two decades ago. He remembered the tears streaming down his sister's face as she stood their with her scythe, making a crazed expression on her face as though she was in excessive amount of pain AND pleasure. He remembers here having wings back then, at that moment. But most of all, he remebered an incredible power come over him, one which his body couldn't control. As these memeories flowed from him, he though only of a single thing: Silent Rage. And so, as this single thought entered his mind, he felt an overwhelming power come over him... As his vision cleared, he was floating over the peak of a snow capped mountain range, as looked upon the most breath-taking, awe-inspiring thing his young eyes and mind had ever experienced: a massive, shimmering, shining silver dragon. And the dragon said to him without even opening his mouth. "Fear not, young demi-Hyporian, for my power, Bahamut's power, is also your power. All that is left is for thou to claim it." As he continued to look around, as he made his descent towards "Bahamut", on Bahamut's head, he saw the most breath-takingly beautiful woman that his young eyes had seen. She looked strikingly like his mother, but at the same time looked as if he had never seen her before. As he landed upon Bahamut's massive head, near the woman, she said to him in a familiar voice in a loving tone, "You can trust the God of Dragons, my child". Before he could respond, she, like before, pressed her delicate fingers upon his lips. This time though, she lightly pulled his head towards her by the chin, and her lips met his. This kiss lasted, to Samual, what seemed like an eternity, but with this kiss, he seemed to gain a new vigor. As their lips finally moved away from each other, she softly whispered into his ear as he blushed, "The goddess Hyporia would not lie to one of her children." As these words left her delicate lips, everything went white. As his vision returned to him, he realized that he was indeed floating, but he also noticed that he was back in the forest where he was engaged in battle with his sister. As his other senses returned to him, he felt as if he had somehow gotten heavier, yet at the same time, he felt as light as a feather. As he looked down under him, he saw that he was maybe a foot off of the ground, and in his clenched right hand was that blade that was given to him by the Goddess Hyporia two decades ago. He was now adorned not only in the garments handed down to him by the Goddess Hyporia, but now atop his clothing was the lightest feeling set of armor that his young body had ever felt upon it. Platinum in colour, this armor composed of light chains and plates gave Samual a feeling of security. Along with this armor, Samual felt as if their were a pair of something now growing out of his back. As he took a look towards his back, he saw that his suspicions were correct: from his back, two draconic wings had sprouted, platinum in colour, and were now flapping almost effortlessly to keep him aloft. He also notices from his lower back, a platinum draconic tail had also sprouted. As all this was now flowing into his mind, all he could feel was power: the power to make a difference; the power to do much good in the world; and, most importantly, the power to avenge his slaughtered parents. He was now gazing at his sister in front of him. Not only did he look upon here externally, he gazed into her very being, and he saw the inner turmoil that was inside her. He saw two beings inside of her; one a crying, lonely, scared Kitsune woman that was truly his sister; the other a immense, evil, black draconic-type being with multiple heads. And so, no longer did he feel anger towards her, but rather, he felt sad for her, he felt truly emphatic towards her, for he knew that her actions were not her own. "I have gained so much." He blattently said aloud, mostly so that both of her sides were listening. "I've gained so much knowledge, so much power, so many abilities. But in the end, the thing that I truly am appreciative of gaining is the ability to gaze in people." He now leered towards her coldly, gripping his celestial blade ever so tightly. "I thought I hated you for killing our parents!" His expression then became warm, and full of love. "But I know now that you were not to blame." He now had his blade ready for battle as he took a stance normally used for one-handed blades. "It's the other soul inside of you." He was now croutched, his blade now engulfing itself in the purest, whitest flame that had ever been conjured. "It was Tiamat." As his monolouge concluded, she bursts into laughter, not in the cute, feminine voice that she had been using, but in one that one could only describe as one of pure evil. "So, you figured me out, favorerd son of Hyporia and Bahamut." She now had an intensely glowing black energy scythe clenched in each hand. "But even your power of insight cannot save you from this!" Just as her last word leaves her lips, she disappears, only to reappear just a second later, at what Samual precieved as everywhere, and begins wildly slashing her twin scythes in every direction. Samual, in an effort to defend himself from this total scythe offensive, begins swinging his celestial blade in every direction his body would allow him to swing his weapon, even going as far as rotating and spinning in any and all directions. This onslaught, which lasted for about thirty seconds, seemed to last an eternity for the both of them, until Tiamat's thrall disengaged, returning to where she originally was, facing towards his front. But before she had a chance to catch her breath, Samual rushes in at unbelieveable speeds, and begins slashing at her wildly and without calculation, all the slashes she easily manages to avoid. But, eight slashes into his offensive, he also disengages, returning to his original position on the field. Before she even has time to react to what has happened, she is engulfed in a solid six foot by six foot cube of white light. In the cube, she gazes upon the pattern his blade had made. It seemed he hadn't made only eight slashes as she had originally thought: he had actually made fourty-eight slashes; eight per side. Each side had the very diliberate design of the pentagonal. Before she even had time to move out of the cube, it brilliantly explodes in a most radiant white and red, extending into a violently twisting cyclone of white and red light. This explosion of beauty lasted all of fifteen seconds, buit when it ended, two bodies fell from the sky, both looked like his sister, but one still had the wings and tail while the other was just a Kistune. Both had been knocked unconcious from the blast. But before the normal Kitsune hit upon the ground, Samual scooped her up, and he flew away with her. When she came to, she was lying in a bed, her brother asleep in a chair, still clad in armor, his blade to his side, but his draconic features had disappeared. When he awoke, they had breakfast, and they talked about what they had done with their time. And they both knew that Tiamat was still out there, looking for them. *Afterwards, this is what happened over the other 415 years (stories for another day) His sensei died, he went to see him about how he had made twenties techniques, and his master made him a full-fledged Swordsman before dying. Joins the Swantane royal army, serves successfully for 200 years. All the royal family of Swantane and most of the army is slaughtered by Tiamat's Thrall, defeated by Samual Aeron a second time. Samual evidently is made a hero for this, and become the Hero-King of Swantane, officially being sworn in as King and has served as the King and protector of Swantane for the past 215 years. 210 years into his successful reign as king, he takes a wife, Asura Yomato, who claims also to be an emassary of the Goddess Hyporia. Present day.* (And that's it. The other 415 years will get devulged into whenever I feel like writing it, cause if it took four posts to do almost the first 80 years of Samual Aeron's life, do you imaging what it would take to write up his entire life?! But yeah, happy end for both Samual and his sister. His abilities and powers in the next post.) Abilites and Powers: Blade Conjuring: Being that Samual wields a divine blade given to him by the Goddess Hyporia,he has the unique ability to materialize and dematerialize his blade at will. It is said that a Hyporian's final weapon is a reflection of the unity of the Hyporian's two souls. It is also said to reflect the individual's personality, power, and motives. "Silent Rage" is no exception to this rule, but at the same time it breaks one of the fundimental rules that exists for Hyporians: Demi-Hyporians are too Drengarden to have a weapon that reflects their soul. This ability comes in handy for several reasons. The first reason is that it's less weight for Samual Aeron to carry around when he travels. Secondly, it gives him an edge in battle when the opponent doesn't expect him to draw a blade. Armor Conjuring: Much like the nature of his weapon, the armor granted to him by the Dragon God Bahamut also shares the unique ability to materialize and dematerialize according to Samual's will. Being that it is a suit of armor, he may materialize parts of it just to protect individual parts of his body. Further investigation has come to show that not only is Samual Aeron's armor divine in nature, it is also speculated to be forged from Bahamut's own scales, even down to each individual link in the chain mesh. Because of these facts, Samual Aeron will only have his final weapon and final armor in game. The only difference will be that it will not be awakened. He begins the game with his armor and weapon only at 10% of their normal power. As they awaken, more of their power will be accessable. Fire Conjuring: Being that one of Samual Aeron's two elements is Fire, he easily can do many things with fire; from something as simple as encasing his blade's cutting edge in flames, to something as complicated as causing pillars of flames to shoot up from the ground. Light Conjuring & Shaping: Because Light is the other element that Samual has affinity with is light, he can do many things with the light element: from lighting even the darkest places to actually making and shaping objects of pure light. Fire/Light Conjuntion: Samual, because of his natural affinity with two elements, can combine the power of these two elements, thus allowing him to, for example, cause items shapes from the light element to explode on contact, or to explode over time. This also allows Samual to control the intensity, brightness, and temperature of all light and fire he creates. On occasion, he has even been known to conjure flames of pure white that did not burn flesh. Swordsmanship: Not only a compitent user of both the Light and Fire elements, Samual is also a highly skilled Swordsman, trained by one of the best swordsmen in all of Drengard. He has created several sword techniques which are even taught at the Warrior's acadamy located in Swantane, and several others which he reserves only to be used by him in battle. Ascension: Normally, for a Hyporian, this ability simply allowed for a Hyporian to switch which soul was the dominant one in the body. For Samual Aeron, this actually means combining his power with a large portion of the Dragon God Bahamut's power. The amount of time that Samual can maintain his merged form generally lasts for 4 to 5 minutes, but the longest Samual has ever had to maintain this form was 3 minutes 17 seconds. Longevity: The lifespan for most Full-Blooded Hyporians lasts somewhere between 300 and 450 years, and for Demi-Hyporians, that figure is cut in half. It is unclear why Samual has lived for so long. It is greatly figured that Samual Aeron may very well be immortal, but that cannot be the case because at the age of 76, Samual was almost slain in battle by his sister. The working hypothesis is that Samual Aeron has this ability of longevity because he is not only blessed by Bahamut, but he is also the favored son of the Hyporian Goddess, Hyporia. Thus, it is believed that Samual Aeron, when he is ready to die, he will allow himself to die. Either that, or his lifespan will be double the normal for full-blooded Hyporians. It is also believed that, like Hyporia before him, when Samual Aeron dies, because of all the good he has done in his long life, will become a god himself. |
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