Re: QUIETUS [S!5] [Sign-ups]
04-09-2012, 04:16 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by ~ATH.
Username: ~ATH
Name: Ferdinand Fox-Geselle
Race: Human
Color: this one
Items/Abilities: He is capable of locating stolen objects with ease, by hearing the voices of the objects, which are usually only the phrase "save me" repeated over and over. He is compelled to rescue these objects from their thieves, and, should he choose not to, the voices will get louder and louder until he is driven insane. Once he gets the objects, the voices cease. He tries to put a positive spin on his kleptomania by giving these objects back to their owners, but he has no such natural ability for detecting the owners, so he has to carry them around, finding the original owners through other methods like asking around, or extorting the information out of the original thieves.
He resides in Atalanna, a realm well renowned for its immense magical sources, and for the fact that everybody there is born with an innate magical ability. Some were lucky enough to go on to become physical gods, others, born with weak powers, were condemned to a life of physical labor. He unfortunately veered on the lower end of this spectrum, with his ability to cause two objects to instantly switch places, providing they were both smaller than himself, and within his eyesight as well.
At the time of his recruitment to the grand battle, he is carrying around with him: a golden goblet, several jeweled necklaces, a priceless portrait, some dresses, and around 300 pounds in cash, all haphazardly piled in his backpack. He is also equipped with several daggers, to be used whenever he gets in a tough spot.
Description: He appears to be 30-something, with short red hair and a scraggly red beard. He is rather tall and lanky, and he has a very awkward way of holding himself, like a poorly-constructed wooden stick figure, but he has a healthy glow to him that is almost infectious. He's the kind of guy that you could easily be friends with, and this is why he is such a popular and societable figure. He is a folk hero, and as a result, he sees himself as one, no matter what he does. When he steals an object, if it will benefit him more to return it and be seen as a hero, he will do so. Sometimes, though, he will keep the object for himself, justifying it with heroic reasoning.
Once you get to know him, however, you'll see that he's actually really unstable. He gets angry over the smallest things, and grins at things he's not supposed to be happy about. He is addicted to the rush of danger, and will often be foolish and disregard his personal safety, all for good fun. So, he has very few people that he knows personally, always breaking any connections he had before moving on to a different city. He is easily distracted and rarely ever sad.
Biography:
The roofs were his playground. He ran, jumped, and flipped between them. This was his city. None could catch him. He had recently gotten away from a very successful heist on an illicit antique store, with jewelry in tow. He would make so much money, yes. Best of all, he would be putting up the necklaces as found artifacts. Women from all over would praise him for his bravery, yes. A sound from behind him woke him out of his fantasy. Crashing, booming thuds. He had a pursuiter! And holy hell, was he huge! Hewas pretty slow though, and easy to get away from. He resumed his flight, when all of a sudden, SAVE ME SAVE ME SAVE ME SAVE ME SAVE ME SAVE ME blasted through his head. The shock was too much for him, and he fell. Forunately, he was able to recover with a quick somersault. He turned around, and saw that his hunter had a humongous sword. And it was stolen. Judging from the intensity of the shout, he could tell the man had it for a very long time. He was probably pretty attached to it. Heh, this was gonna be good.
"Hey, you! Yeah, the big lumbering hulk! If you're chasing me, you must have a good sense of honor and law and all that shit, eh?"
The lump merely grunted, but he did stand stoically for a second. He seemed pretty receptive.
"What do you say we brawl it out, right here, right now. Your weapon against mine. If I lose, I'll come peacefully. If I win, I'll take that pretty sword of yours."
The other man's eyes widened for a bit, and they glanced down at his sword quickly. He then attempted to resume his stoic gaze, but it was too late. So, he does have an attachment to this sword after all.... He finally spoke just then, with an earthy rumble.
"Fair enough. My Dwvester Flame-sword will defeat any weapon of yours. I have tempered this sword for a very long time, infusing it with my flame magic. Bring it on."
"Excellent! Now then, as for my weapon..."
Ferdinand reached down and picked up a stick.
"Here! This should do..."
He grinned and looked up at the towering figure. The towering figure glowered back.
"You dare come at me with this ... stick?! You dare insult me, Sir Derrick of the Flame-sword?! Enough of this foolishness! You will die, at my hand!"
"Hey, now. Don't insult this thing. You'll have to fight with it, after all..."
The huge guy became a bit bemused, but he charged anyways. He raised his immense weight, and brought it down on his opponent. It was actually getting really light, he thought. All that muscle training really was working out, after all. He brought down his cherished weapon, and... clink!
A sword on flames struck a wooden stick, and the stick broke. The stick wielder's chest tore open. Sir Derrick of the Flame-sword looked down, horrified, at the stump of a stick he was now holding, then at his huge gaping chest wound. He looked up, and saw that impudent thief, holding his sword. His sword.
"Wow, this thing is pretty heavy, isn't it?"
He gave it a few practice swings.
"You're a bit of a hypocrite, aren't you? All that law and order crap, yet you've been lugging around a stolen sword all this time. Ah well, thanks for the fight, and for the sword."
He walked away, and the huge figure collapsed. This really was a lucky night.
Username: ~ATH
Name: Ferdinand Fox-Geselle
Race: Human
Color: this one
Items/Abilities: He is capable of locating stolen objects with ease, by hearing the voices of the objects, which are usually only the phrase "save me" repeated over and over. He is compelled to rescue these objects from their thieves, and, should he choose not to, the voices will get louder and louder until he is driven insane. Once he gets the objects, the voices cease. He tries to put a positive spin on his kleptomania by giving these objects back to their owners, but he has no such natural ability for detecting the owners, so he has to carry them around, finding the original owners through other methods like asking around, or extorting the information out of the original thieves.
He resides in Atalanna, a realm well renowned for its immense magical sources, and for the fact that everybody there is born with an innate magical ability. Some were lucky enough to go on to become physical gods, others, born with weak powers, were condemned to a life of physical labor. He unfortunately veered on the lower end of this spectrum, with his ability to cause two objects to instantly switch places, providing they were both smaller than himself, and within his eyesight as well.
At the time of his recruitment to the grand battle, he is carrying around with him: a golden goblet, several jeweled necklaces, a priceless portrait, some dresses, and around 300 pounds in cash, all haphazardly piled in his backpack. He is also equipped with several daggers, to be used whenever he gets in a tough spot.
Description: He appears to be 30-something, with short red hair and a scraggly red beard. He is rather tall and lanky, and he has a very awkward way of holding himself, like a poorly-constructed wooden stick figure, but he has a healthy glow to him that is almost infectious. He's the kind of guy that you could easily be friends with, and this is why he is such a popular and societable figure. He is a folk hero, and as a result, he sees himself as one, no matter what he does. When he steals an object, if it will benefit him more to return it and be seen as a hero, he will do so. Sometimes, though, he will keep the object for himself, justifying it with heroic reasoning.
Once you get to know him, however, you'll see that he's actually really unstable. He gets angry over the smallest things, and grins at things he's not supposed to be happy about. He is addicted to the rush of danger, and will often be foolish and disregard his personal safety, all for good fun. So, he has very few people that he knows personally, always breaking any connections he had before moving on to a different city. He is easily distracted and rarely ever sad.
Biography:
The roofs were his playground. He ran, jumped, and flipped between them. This was his city. None could catch him. He had recently gotten away from a very successful heist on an illicit antique store, with jewelry in tow. He would make so much money, yes. Best of all, he would be putting up the necklaces as found artifacts. Women from all over would praise him for his bravery, yes. A sound from behind him woke him out of his fantasy. Crashing, booming thuds. He had a pursuiter! And holy hell, was he huge! Hewas pretty slow though, and easy to get away from. He resumed his flight, when all of a sudden, SAVE ME SAVE ME SAVE ME SAVE ME SAVE ME SAVE ME blasted through his head. The shock was too much for him, and he fell. Forunately, he was able to recover with a quick somersault. He turned around, and saw that his hunter had a humongous sword. And it was stolen. Judging from the intensity of the shout, he could tell the man had it for a very long time. He was probably pretty attached to it. Heh, this was gonna be good.
"Hey, you! Yeah, the big lumbering hulk! If you're chasing me, you must have a good sense of honor and law and all that shit, eh?"
The lump merely grunted, but he did stand stoically for a second. He seemed pretty receptive.
"What do you say we brawl it out, right here, right now. Your weapon against mine. If I lose, I'll come peacefully. If I win, I'll take that pretty sword of yours."
The other man's eyes widened for a bit, and they glanced down at his sword quickly. He then attempted to resume his stoic gaze, but it was too late. So, he does have an attachment to this sword after all.... He finally spoke just then, with an earthy rumble.
"Fair enough. My Dwvester Flame-sword will defeat any weapon of yours. I have tempered this sword for a very long time, infusing it with my flame magic. Bring it on."
"Excellent! Now then, as for my weapon..."
Ferdinand reached down and picked up a stick.
"Here! This should do..."
He grinned and looked up at the towering figure. The towering figure glowered back.
"You dare come at me with this ... stick?! You dare insult me, Sir Derrick of the Flame-sword?! Enough of this foolishness! You will die, at my hand!"
"Hey, now. Don't insult this thing. You'll have to fight with it, after all..."
The huge guy became a bit bemused, but he charged anyways. He raised his immense weight, and brought it down on his opponent. It was actually getting really light, he thought. All that muscle training really was working out, after all. He brought down his cherished weapon, and... clink!
A sword on flames struck a wooden stick, and the stick broke. The stick wielder's chest tore open. Sir Derrick of the Flame-sword looked down, horrified, at the stump of a stick he was now holding, then at his huge gaping chest wound. He looked up, and saw that impudent thief, holding his sword. His sword.
"Wow, this thing is pretty heavy, isn't it?"
He gave it a few practice swings.
"You're a bit of a hypocrite, aren't you? All that law and order crap, yet you've been lugging around a stolen sword all this time. Ah well, thanks for the fight, and for the sword."
He walked away, and the huge figure collapsed. This really was a lucky night.
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