Re: The Battle Majestic (Reservees please post! 1-3 spots open!)
01-10-2010, 01:10 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Man, I sorta want to do this one too, but I'm already in two... Oh well, I'll see if I can think of a character I really like first... If I can't, then I won't tentatively join.
... Actually, 3 is probably too much. I won't do it, unless people just don't join this.
Oh well, I thought up my character already, I don't want it to waste away in my head.
Man, I sorta want to do this one too, but I'm already in two... Oh well, I'll see if I can think of a character I really like first... If I can't, then I won't tentatively join.
... Actually, 3 is probably too much. I won't do it, unless people just don't join this.
Oh well, I thought up my character already, I don't want it to waste away in my head.
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Username: MyifanW
Name: Laan Zou
Gender: M
Race: Human
Colour: top right!
Weapon: None... technically. he has a gourd of water at his waist.
Abilities: Hydrokinesis, the manipulation of water. Staff fighting training. Pretty good survival abilities.
Description: He wears Monk clothing, may or may not be bald, but wears a bandana/hoodie type hat so the hair is no big deal. No facial hair, and a sharp face. At almost all times, he has a contemptuous grin or an incredibly strong frown.
As a person, he's fairly calm, although that doesn't mean much, as he's never fought for his life before. He talks too sarcastically all the time, almost as if it were his default tone of voice. He is obsessed with his own sense and logic.
His most prominent view is his incredible distaste for rules and standards. He can't help but try to disrupt the flow of things, and as such, he has an obsession with finding flaws and taking ideas apart, often to the point of being malicious.
Biography: He Lived his entire life in a monastery. The place taught a specific idea, to accept one's place in the universe, essentially to go with the flow. It seems that he would logically be a very calm and peaceful person, yet, somehow, he isn't. He felt the need to analyze every part of what he was being taught, and point out what didn't make sense, what was pointless. For this, he would be berated as a fool. Still, he would argue at every opportunity. There was no sense to anything he was being told, Laan always thought, and could never accept anything but the truths that he found himself. He wouldn't even leave, because his incredible desire to someday take all of the things he'd been taught and finally turn it completely on it's head such that nobody would be able to keep their faith fully. Finally, he was sent to an island, on the other side of a coursing river, alone, with the instructions to come back once he "cleared" his mind and allowed the flow of the river to carry him back. Laan figured it was all bullshit- he wouldn't be able to cross this kind of river, no matter how "clear" he was. There wasn't even any food being sent to him. In short, he was being murdered- he'd either starve or drown.
He spent a month trying to build a boat, from broken branches and else. He had nothing sharp to cut with, so it was a nearly impossible task. It scattered into pieces as soon as he put it in the water. He began to lose hope, but continued to survive. During this time, he spent time hunting, foraging, creating fire... essentials for survival... He was getting used to it, but he hated it.
He soon stopped trying to survive all together, and spent all his time staring at the river. This river was the flow that they had been trying to force upon him... as he wasted away, his desired to crush the flow became stronger and stronger... and then the flow was disrupted. It was small at first, the disruption, but soon enough, Laan could stop a small part of the water. Soon enough, he could direct part of the stream. He began eating again, and began to enjoy his time. He was right all along, he knew he would be. The flow of the world wasn't something that had hold on him- it was the other way around. He finally managed to cross the river... and began to think. He was right...And he'd prove it. another month passed. He spent it directing the flow of the river to the side, slowly but surely creating a new path for the water to travel- straight through the monastery.
At this point, he joined the competition.
Name: Laan Zou
Gender: M
Race: Human
Colour: top right!
Weapon: None... technically. he has a gourd of water at his waist.
Abilities: Hydrokinesis, the manipulation of water. Staff fighting training. Pretty good survival abilities.
Description: He wears Monk clothing, may or may not be bald, but wears a bandana/hoodie type hat so the hair is no big deal. No facial hair, and a sharp face. At almost all times, he has a contemptuous grin or an incredibly strong frown.
As a person, he's fairly calm, although that doesn't mean much, as he's never fought for his life before. He talks too sarcastically all the time, almost as if it were his default tone of voice. He is obsessed with his own sense and logic.
His most prominent view is his incredible distaste for rules and standards. He can't help but try to disrupt the flow of things, and as such, he has an obsession with finding flaws and taking ideas apart, often to the point of being malicious.
Biography: He Lived his entire life in a monastery. The place taught a specific idea, to accept one's place in the universe, essentially to go with the flow. It seems that he would logically be a very calm and peaceful person, yet, somehow, he isn't. He felt the need to analyze every part of what he was being taught, and point out what didn't make sense, what was pointless. For this, he would be berated as a fool. Still, he would argue at every opportunity. There was no sense to anything he was being told, Laan always thought, and could never accept anything but the truths that he found himself. He wouldn't even leave, because his incredible desire to someday take all of the things he'd been taught and finally turn it completely on it's head such that nobody would be able to keep their faith fully. Finally, he was sent to an island, on the other side of a coursing river, alone, with the instructions to come back once he "cleared" his mind and allowed the flow of the river to carry him back. Laan figured it was all bullshit- he wouldn't be able to cross this kind of river, no matter how "clear" he was. There wasn't even any food being sent to him. In short, he was being murdered- he'd either starve or drown.
He spent a month trying to build a boat, from broken branches and else. He had nothing sharp to cut with, so it was a nearly impossible task. It scattered into pieces as soon as he put it in the water. He began to lose hope, but continued to survive. During this time, he spent time hunting, foraging, creating fire... essentials for survival... He was getting used to it, but he hated it.
He soon stopped trying to survive all together, and spent all his time staring at the river. This river was the flow that they had been trying to force upon him... as he wasted away, his desired to crush the flow became stronger and stronger... and then the flow was disrupted. It was small at first, the disruption, but soon enough, Laan could stop a small part of the water. Soon enough, he could direct part of the stream. He began eating again, and began to enjoy his time. He was right all along, he knew he would be. The flow of the world wasn't something that had hold on him- it was the other way around. He finally managed to cross the river... and began to think. He was right...And he'd prove it. another month passed. He spent it directing the flow of the river to the side, slowly but surely creating a new path for the water to travel- straight through the monastery.
At this point, he joined the competition.