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| Unless you clip my wings, the sky is never the limit; [Aerrow] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: February 12, 2012, 9:45 am (162 Views) | |
| Aerrow | February 12, 2012, 9:45 am Post #1 |
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you; name; (Sherlock~) contact information; (My email, momokiba94@yahoo.com, my DeviantArt, Cats-Eye-93, or my Skype, Eatingbagelslikeaboss (Bro Strider). I am CONSTANTLY on Skype and check my email and dA every day, sometimes TWICE a day, so you'll be sure to catch me at some point.) other characters; (I also do Ciel, Demyx, and John Egbert~) basics; name; HI, my name is AERROW and I'm a Sky- OW! PIPER! Fine, I won't do that...geeze, what is it with you and that speech I give, does someone not LIKE it or something? age; Fourteen. TECHNICALLY not old enough to be a Sky Knight, but...let's not get into specifics here. They're all just Trackbeasts up there, looking for anything to keep you outta the skies. occupation; Sky Knight, leader of the Storm Hawks, the greatest squadrons of them all! race; Like most of the people from Atmosia, I am human. in depth; appearance; (Aerrow's a ginger. No doubt about it. His hair is as red as a ruby, with deep green eyes like evergreens. However, his pale skin doesn't show any freckles. His hair is spikes mainly to the front, though there are a few odd pieces that stick up in the back. His eyes are a little boxy in places, and are extremely expressive. He has a prominent, pointed nose to accompany his thin face. He's wiry, almost gangly in a sense. He doesn't tower over everyone, but he's rather tall. I'd place him at about 5'7", 5'8". Though he's pretty skinny, it's all slim muscle. His shoulders and chest are a bit broad, as well. He's usually seen in his Storm Hawks Sky Knight uniform; patches of red and blue cloth sewn together to tightly fit over his form, with light brown boots and gloves, the gloves having blue fingers. All around his body (primarily on his left torso, his joints, and along his arms and legs) are small pieces of metal bolted together for armor. On his left shoulder, there's a large piece with his team emblem on it. Usually has two things attached to his back; the sheathes for his blue energy blades, and his battle glider, which is basically a set of wings that he can pull out at any moment.) picture; ![]() personality; (Aerrow is lively and optimistic. Very optimistic. No matter how dismal the situation is, he always manages to put a spin on it to make the actual truth a little nicer. He's a bit of a prankster, and though he's not particularly brainy, he can think of a quick, effective plan in a pinch. He's a born leader; when he's not around, his teammates seem unsure of what to do. He's a bit over-confident, and doesn't always look before he leaps. He's stubborn with his optimism, and he's a daredevil; pushing himself is what he does best. And he's not afraid to break some Atmosian rules if it means he's doing what he feels or knows to be right. Still, there's no denying he's one of the best at what he does, he has little to no fear, and though he ends up getting his team into bad situations, he always manages to get them out again.) history; Oh, so I get to talk again? Super! I was born on Atmosia, the most beautiful Terra ever. When I was a kid, all I could think about was being a Sky Knight! I remember trying to train for it since I was at least six years old, taking out my toy Skimmer and wooden battle blades, and have invisible battles with all sorts of monsters, from Trackbeasts to Sky Sharks and Vulca Bats! And when my mom got me enrolled into Atmosia's School for Sky Knights, I buried myself in my training (though this lead to a slight neglect to study my other classes.). I was told I was good at what I do, but I wanted to be better. I wanted to be just like my dad, Sky Knight of the greatest team in all of Atmos, the Storm Hawks! ...At least, he WAS the greatest Sky Knight in Atmosia. I was seven years old, three months, and seventeen days old on that day. I will never forget. The forces of Cyclonia always had a bit of an upper hand to us. Anyone who enlisted in their growing ranks was considered to be a traitor to Atmos. We had no idea, however, how much they actually ran the place until the full-scale invasion. When the glow of the Firebolt crystals they traditionally use edge the horizon, and we saw how many of them we are, every squadron geared up for battle, prepared to fight for their lives, for everyone's lives. One of the squadrons leading the first wave was the Storm Hawks. Everything was going according to plan. This wouldn't be an easy battle, but the good guys always win! Right? ...I lost my dad that day. He was betrayed by his co-pilot, Ace. You'd probably know him as the Dark Ace now. He took that name up the day after he shoved my father out of the sky, along with the rest of the Storm Hawks. I never liked Ace. And now I hate everything about him. I always wanted to be a Sky Knight. But the Dark Ace made this personal. This isn't just about a quest for justice for me anymore, though that is obviously important. This is about me avenging my father, rebuilding his team from nothing, being the best Sky Knight there is. They say I'm too young to handle this...But it's what I have to do. And no one's going to stop me. ...Shortly after, the Cyclonians basically took over most Terras. They left Atmosia alone for the most part, though. Thank goodness. I worked harder in my classes, meeting up with a know-it-all named Piper, and a cocky sharp-shooter named Finn. Also, I found Radarr while walking through the woods one day when I was about ten. The little guy was curled up in a ball, crying out for someone. Then one day, while I was taking my Skimmer out, he all but saved my life pulling the wing gear. I immediately got the upgrades to have a co-pilot, one that wouldn't betray me. Radarr and I have been inseparable ever since. Along the way, I also met Junko, a timid but powerful Wallop, and Stork, a paranoid but faithful Merb. The six of us (Radarr's always included) decided to try to rebuild the Storm Hawks. It was shaky at first; we had to find our airship, the Condor, which was crashed at the bottom of the Wastelands, and we had to all but rebuild it. We had to find our rides, we had to train for weaponry, we bickered an awful lot, and I remember half of us didn't even get along in the beginning. And still, I had to keep going back to check on my mother, to see how she was doing. She's still shaken by my father's death, but focusing on everyday life seems to keep her steady. Finally, after all the effort we put into it, we finally are ready to fly the skies. We don't have the top models or most experience, but we have the gear and the skill. I...Tried to get us to be an official squadron, recognized by Atmosia. That didn't go over so well, because I'm under the legal age limit. But whether we're recognized or not, it doesn't matter. We're here to do our job, not to get our names known. We're the Storm Hawks, and for us, the sky is never the limit! finishing up; roleplay sample; (An excerpt from John.) John stiffened slightly as he heard a voice behind him. Oh no. Not another one of those clown fish, anyone other than a clown fish, please don't let it be another clown fish. He attempted to turn around slowly, as if to prologue the official face-off with the dreaded unknown (yet surely hostile and liable to make fun of him) enemy. However, seeing as he hadn't yet mastered the art of swimming with a tail, his 'slow' movement turned into a jerky twitch, swiftly turning him around. He was forced to look his antagonist in the face sooner than he would've liked. What he saw, made him let out a little squeak of surprise, and cause him to do a couple more flips through the water. It was a troll. That much, he was able to grasp. The horns, the fins, the discolored skin...it only fit. The mass of hair that flowed down from her scalp was relatively alarming. Hell, EVERYTHING about her was alarming, from the hair to the horns down to the sudden appearance. He stared at her as he attempted to gain his balance in the water yet again. How was he to react to this troll? Embarrassment was his first reaction. He was bumbling around like a derp, for Cage's sake. But after that, should he be happy that he found this troll to help him? Intimidated? Wary? Which troll was this even? What was her name? It was one of six, so he couldn't be that far off with a guess. Then again, wouldn't it be easier to ask? He attempted several times to get the words out. Unfortunately, the mass of hair flowing from her head still left him baffled. How could anyone's head support that much hair? It was illogical. Then again, a lot of what he was going through was illogical. Even so, the hair scared him. After several stuttering attempts, he managed to get out, "u-um...hi. i'm...i'm actually fine on my own." He gave her one last look up and down before asking, almost in a shy manner, "who are you, exactly...?" member title; Sky Knight. anything else; Radarr will be with me a lot during my travels. I can't see myself without him! |
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| Terezi Pyrope | February 19, 2012, 12:42 pm Post #2 |
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