Post by Charles Poe on May 30, 2011 1:45:33 GMT -6
Full Name- Charles Poe
Nick names- Charley, Chuck
Race- Human
Race Bonus- Both Human Race bonuses
Class- Warrior Soldier
Alignment- Chaotic Good
Age- 28
Gender- Male
Sexuality: Straight
Custom Title- Death Shocker
Appearance-
Height: 6 feet
Hair: Medium long, straight and dirty blonde, almost brown.
Eyes: Navy Blue
Skin: White, tanned slightly
Body type: Charles has the physical build of a Marine. His muscles aren’t very large, but they are very noticeable, even in his clothes.
Over all description: (optional)
Personality-(at least 2 paragraphs)
Charles is rather unexpected. Despite his appearance, Charles is random and wild. If he notices something that peaks some sort of interest to him, he’ll make his way over to what it is, while at the same time be observing other things happening around him. He’ll examine it, to try and get an understanding of it... or he’ll have an ‘idea’. Depending on the thing that has his interest, the idea may be light hearted or it’ll be intricately planned out. He’s either liked for his ideas or despised. Of course, that depends on how well the person takes it. He’s often friendly and loyal to those he likes.
However, despite his random nature, he still has a sense of morality. If something is actually troubling him, then he’ll become the opposite of his usual self. He becomes focused on only one thing specifically, whether it is a person or something else. He ignores most things around him, entirely focusing on the thing that is troubling him. If he gets angered, then the situation becomes dangerous. He’ll enter a state of dementia, you could say, and become extremely violent and spiteful until he is satisfied, upon which he’ll go back to his ‘happy and go random’ self once more.
Even then, Charles is capable of controlling himself when he needs to. Those times are usually when he’s having a serious conversation or fight with someone, or when he is meditating.
Likes- Anything of interest to him. Usually it’s about fighting, technology, food, and screwing with someone’s mind sometimes. He also likes meditating and sleeping.
Dislikes- Psychologically traumatizing someone of innocence, witnessing someone’s loved one dying, boredom, hating people, and torture of the psychological, physical, and spiritual kind. He doesn’t appreciate being interrupted during meditation.
Over all- Well… The best way I can explain Charles’s personality would have to be if Kefka from Final Fantasy 6 went good and basically was always in a state of Mania, unless something pushed him into a state of dementia, upon which he would take hatred and violence to its utmost extreme, but this usually rare.
Other:
Family- Moriati Poe (younger brother), Xin (Master)
Mate- (None, currently)
Crush- (None, currently)
Offspring- (None, currently)
Transformations- (None Currently)
Weakness:(list at least 3)
Mentally Unstable- Charles can lose control of his mind at any given moment, be it in crowded areas, or in a fight. This will cause him to lose focus on his objectives whenever he loses control of his mind.
Weak Ankles- Though Charles is relatively fit from training as a Marine soldier; he has bad ankles that he sometimes forgets about in the heat of the moment. He can twist his ankles easily and may even tear the ligament that acts as a cushion between the shin bones and the feet.
Scars- Charles has scars that are still in the midst of recovering from a battle that occurred years ago. He has a large, horizontal scar on his abdomen and 2 ‘X’ Shaped scars on both of his shoulders. The muscles beneath these scars have recovered enough for him to fight and take damage, but if he were to receive any injuries in those areas, it is possible that he could lose muscle control in those areas temporarily or permanently, depending on what the injury is. He takes prescribed pills to help him specifically heal these muscles back to how they were before the battle. The side effect of these pills, though, increases his chance of losing mental control of himself.
Starting Power Level- 450
Stats:You have 60 points to divide up between the following stats:
Strength- 20
Speed- 20
Endurance- 20
Aura Color- When calm, it is an iridescent orange. In mania, it is almost white, though it has a hint of orange. When in dementia, it is a sickly dark orange color.
Techniques:(Only fill out if your char is a fighter. No more than 6 and you must make up your own. OC's are not allowed to start with canon moves except for flight and afterimage)
[/li][li] After Image- Rapid movement that leaves behind a hazy image of the user.
[/li][li] Flight- The user has learned how to channel his energy to propel him or her up into the sky. The more energy channeled allows the user to propel at incredible speed. *Convenient for travelling*
[/li][li] Thunder Wave- This is a technique that Charles had developed under his master. He channels large amounts of energy into the palms of his hands, his hands beginning to glow a brilliant orange. He claps his hands in front of him, sending out a shockwave with the sound of Thunder. It propels out in a cone and dissipates at 50 feet. Its damage is determined by the location of the target(s). The closer they are, the more damage they’ll receive. IF the target is within 10 feet of the wave, they may temporarily lose their hearing for 2 turns.
[/li][li] Dragon bolt- Another Charles developed from his master, Xin. He charges up energy into both of his hand, developing electricity of the same color of his current aura. The electricity quickly builds up, to the point where it seems like an unstable ball of light. He brings his hands back rapidly and shoots them forward in a Kamehameha-fashion. The electricity is concentrated into a large, orange lightning bolt in the shape of a thin European Dragon.
[/li][li]Ki Blast- Charles has learned to unleash his energy in projectiles and weak beams.
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History(at least 3 good paragraphs): [/size]
Charles was a normal individual, at first. He went to school, got a degree in psychology and philosophy, played in his college football team, and participated in learning Tae Kwan Do at a local dojo in West City. He had a fascination with the world Champion’s fighting style, which caused him to start learning to fight. Over time, he became more and more fascinated by Martial Artists around the world. He went to the World Tournament, to watch the men and women there fight.
He enjoyed every fight he saw, but one fight in particular really got him interested. The fighters he watched fight were nothing more than kids, yet they were fighting as if they had mastered their styles and had the strength and speed of Gods. Charles was able to feel the shockwaves of their blows from his seat in the stands and was simply mesmerizing! Who trained them? How did they train these kids? How strong is their master or masters?
After the tournament, Charles tried to get in contact with the kids, but he couldn’t find them anywhere. He was saddened, but he was still a happy man. There were people that were extremely strong that he could get the chance to fight against. If could meet up with those kids and/or their masters in the future in person, he would be very grateful for his luck and would be satisfied.
A couple years passed since that day of the tournament. He had decided to join the Marine forces, in hopes to find many strong fighters and see what it was like. Charles was above the average soldier, having been experienced in combat and psychology. He was placed in a special squad, whose purpose was to locate dangerous targets that tried to destroy the peaceful nature in this world and eliminate them immediately. To simply put, the division was a anti-Red Ribbon Army collaboration.
On Charles’s second mission, they were supposed to locate a group of ex-Red Ribbon members who were trying to develop a type of micro device capable of injecting a poison into targets they chose without the risk of running detection. When they were deployed to the region, it turned out that the information about this device was a ruse. They taken hostage by the ex-Red Ribbon members and were experimented on for five days. The scientists were trying to develop a type of serum that would allow the soldiers to be strengthened by triple the amount of their strength.
The results that the scientists were hoping for came, but they caused their captives to enter a state of psychosis. Charles had the worst of it, though. The serums they injected into him caused him to develop both mania and dementia. He broke out of his bonds and began to pulverize every living thing that had the Red Ribbon symbol on it into an agonizing death.
A rescue squad came and had to tranquilize Charles and his men to calm them down. They were put into a military hospital to recover. Charles’s men had, unfortunately, ended up killing themselves, not being able to take the constant switching between dementia and mania. Charles was the only one able to take the pressure of it and, after about 2 years, Charles was able to develop some control over the switching. He was permitted to go back on duty, but he was watched over, in case if he lost control over himself.
Charles was sent to another ex-Red Ribbon outpost, on a mission of ‘search and destroy’. It was reported that a developing base on a deserted island not far from South City. The Marines were invading the base from the beach, upon which it became a full out battle. Charles had been on the front line, when he received several dangerous wounds that threatened his life. His younger brother, Moriati, had made his way into the Marines that year as a medical soldier. Fearing for his older brother’s life, Moriati ran to Charles’s current position and carried him away from the fighting on the beach. Somehow, Moriati managed to stop the bleeding in his brother’s wound and kept him alive enough for another medical squad to take him out of there.
Charles spent the next 3 years, recovering from his wounds and regaining muscle control in his arms and abdomen. When his arms recovered most of their muscle control, Charles went to the annual World Tournament, to observe the fighters. During one of the fights, Charles noticed that one of the fighters was using a very peculiar technique. An old looking fighter, named Xin, was using his energy to fight his enemies in the form of explosive balls.
Intrigued by this, Charles made his way to the fighter’s section, to find Xin and ask him about it. Charles managed to find the man and asked him about the technique. The fighter, happy to hear someone ask about it, told Charles that he was actually looking for someone to pass his techniques down to and he was using the tournament to find a worthy disciple. Xin asked Charles to spar him, to see if the man was worthy of being his disciple. Charles agreed to the match and fought Xin to the best he could with his injuries. He managed to keep control of himself during the fight, but lost to the man.
Xin, despite defeating the young soldier, decided to take Charles up as his disciple. The two left the tournament while it was still going on, causing Xin to be dropped out. As they made their way to the airport, to fly to where Xin was from, Charles gave his master a warning that he had developed dementia and mania during his time as a marine in a mission. Xin took this into account, while telling Charles, ‘You won’t have to worry about losing control. I’ll teach you how to keep your mind.’
After that, Charles went to the hospital, where he was recovering at, and told the doctors what he was planning to do. Outraged, the doctors tried to order Charles to stay at the hospital, so that he could recover from his wounds. However, he did not oblige to that as he packed the rest of his things together and prepared to leave. The doctors gave in and decided to give Charles a few bottles of pills that he could use to recover full control over his muscles. However, they gave Charles a warning that these pills were still in the experimental phase and that they could enhance the possibility of Charles losing control of his self again. He took that into account and left the hospital, with a grant for leaving the Marines.
From that day forward, Charles spent his time training with Master Xin deep in a forest on the western continent. When they weren’t training, he and his master would leave the forest to gather supplies and relax at West City. Unfortunate for Charles, he developed a reputation of losing control over himself and entering his state of mania.
Rp Sample(at least 3 paragraphs)
“Come on, push yourself to the limit! Do not feign weakness, Charles,” Xin ordered Charles, trying to motivate him to push himself despite his still recovering injuries. Charles was balancing himself with one finger on a thimble of thread, while also focusing on doing 100 pushups. Charles was groaning in frustration, upon which, Xin smacked him flat on the Charles’s scar on his abs. The soldier cursed, glaring at the ground furiously.
“You’ve got five more left, Charles. Don’t be freezing up now! I don’t want to find out that I made a mistake in choosing you as my apprentice!”
Charles lowered his body slowly, while cursing off, “I’m giving… this… My all…! And you decided… to hit me…. On my still… Healing wound! And…! You think I’m some fucking…! Weakling?”
Xin laughed at this. He told Charles, “And there’s that energy of yours! You have everything you need to accomplish this. Now develop that will of yours!”
Xin smacked Charles on the shoulder of the arm Charles was balancing on. The ex-Marine cursed once more, maintaining his balance in the process. He pushed himself up, counting out loud, “96…”
In his head, Charles’s mind fought with itself. The maniacal thoughts and the thoughts from dementia shouted at each other, trying to force Charles to follow either side of the mind.
“When we’re fucking done with this exercise, I don’t care about what we’re supposed to be doing here! That bastard’s fucking dead! DEAD! He’s making me hurt myself,” the dementia shouted in his head. The thoughts of dementia were very simple to keep track of. It was always, ‘he’s hurting me this way. He needs to be dead.’ It was insecure. If it didn’t like something, it would seek a way to kill it to satisfy itself.
“Now let’s not be hasty! This pain is fun! Enjoyable, really! It shows that this body’s getting stronger and stronger! Of course, when we need to recover, we can always hit the showers, and get something nice and tasty to have… Was that a frog? I love frogs! So slimy, creepy! They’re so fun to watch…”
The thoughts continued to ramble on about how it liked one thing and another and everything. This was the mania that had been developed. It enjoyed everything and doing anything. It was spontaneous and it never seemed to stop being happy, even when the dementia was dominating the body temporarily. Surprisingly, it was sometimes very reasonable, but usually it wasn't. Charles had to keep these two in check always, especially due to the pills he had to take to help his wounds recover. They never were quiet, except while Charles was sleeping.
Charles lowered and rose himself back up 3 more times. Sweat was dripping off his body in tiny streams. His clothes were drenched from the sweat of Xin’s ‘basic’ exercises. He was huffing and puffing the air, sounding as though he were gasping for every possible breath of air. Xin crouched and looked at Charles’s face, which was redder than a cherry. He had a blank expression about him. He told Charles, “1 more left… Get it done with boy. It’s almost sun set.”
Charles grunted, “Yeah, I know! You have to get that thing done with that you do every week… Ah, fuck! This is difficult!”
Charles’s arms was slightly trembling right now. He was reaching his limit. He had to finish up right now or else he got no food this night. He slowly bent his arm, feeling it tremble more so. The thimble began to shift ever so slightly. Charles began to motivate himself, saying, “Yes, that’s it! Just… a little more!”
He began to himself up once again for the last time, upon which he hopped onto his feet and collapsed backwards on the ground. His throat felt very dry, as he gasped for air to breath. His master walked over to his resting body and looked at Charles. He had a smile on his old, wrinkly lips. He spoke once more, stating, “Excellent job Charles. You’re done for today. Now head inside and clean yourself up. You smell like a pigsty.”
Charles staggered to his feet, while, unfortunately, mumbling the thoughts coming from his dementia.
“Yeah, no thanks to you, yah creep shit-”
Before Charles could finish stating the thought, the man felt a large wave of pain in his chest, as he was sent through the front door of the Master’s house, which was conveniently open for Charles to ‘fly’ into the stairs. Xin shouted to Charles in a very calm, happy manner, “I’ll see you in about three hours as usual, Charley!”
Charles weakly rose up his left hand and held his thumb up, before letting the hand collapse back on the stair case. The master couldn’t see this, but at this point, Charles’s mania had temporarily taken over Charles. Many things out of place and, possibly, be destroyed by the time the master would come back.
Tell us about yourself:
Name you wish to go by on here:
Hakuro, Haku and the nicknames for my characters.
How can we contact you?
You can PM, send me an IM through either AIM or window messenger, or you can email me.
[/u]How long have you been rp'ing?[/b][/u]
Man, I’m not sure, actually. I think it’s been about 5 years now, ever since I met Nappa in real life during High School.
