Post by Nathan on Aug 7, 2012 21:02:33 GMT -5
Name: Nathan Mitchizuki
Age: Identity wise, 17
Race: Methuselah
Class: Fighter
Appearance:![]()
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Year: 2nd, Jjang
Family: Nathan's family consists of royalty, himself being a prince. Living with his mother a father and having no siblings nor knowledge of family outside of them.
History: Nathan, as previously implied grew up, hidden from the outside world. Though with his heritage, his skills didn't match expectations, his parents ultimately decided to send him to a school in which he would better learn to hone his skills, and thus he was sent to Demon Academy, where after a year he began to change with the people around him from a closed in person, to an above average fighter
Personality: Nathan is mostly layed back with people he knows,having sarcastic and possibly spiteful attitude towards strangers, in all trying to throw away the attitude expected to be had for a prince.
Weapons: Nathan primarily uses a sword made entirely of stone that measures a foot in width and six feet length. It's a straight edge sword that is more blunt than sharp and doesn't end at a point but simply stops at the six foot mark, looking as if it were broken. Though the way he obtains this sword is actually through his iron gauntlet which combined with his strength allows him to punch into solid material (primarily a large peice of solid stone) and pull from it the a shape of which he desires as long as it does not break the law of conservation of mass.
Rp Sample: Nathan was laying down on the hard ground, his already read shirt stained darker in certain areas due to blood loss, the sword in the palm of his gauntlet broken down to the stone hilt. He looked up at a figure, his left eye closed with rubious liquid running from his head down past his eye which had been already irritated by the substance. "Are you going to give up freshmeat? It's been two hours" the blurring figure asked, holding their own weapon over their shoulders. Nathan leaned upwards and then only a single knee. He dropped the stone hilt and raised his right hand up with a pause, punch into the ground and from it pulling a almost identical sword from the last one he had broken. With a weak grin he looked in the general direction of the now even blurier figure and said "Not even".
Age: Identity wise, 17
Race: Methuselah
Class: Fighter
Appearance:
Year: 2nd, Jjang
Family: Nathan's family consists of royalty, himself being a prince. Living with his mother a father and having no siblings nor knowledge of family outside of them.
History: Nathan, as previously implied grew up, hidden from the outside world. Though with his heritage, his skills didn't match expectations, his parents ultimately decided to send him to a school in which he would better learn to hone his skills, and thus he was sent to Demon Academy, where after a year he began to change with the people around him from a closed in person, to an above average fighter
Personality: Nathan is mostly layed back with people he knows,having sarcastic and possibly spiteful attitude towards strangers, in all trying to throw away the attitude expected to be had for a prince.
Weapons: Nathan primarily uses a sword made entirely of stone that measures a foot in width and six feet length. It's a straight edge sword that is more blunt than sharp and doesn't end at a point but simply stops at the six foot mark, looking as if it were broken. Though the way he obtains this sword is actually through his iron gauntlet which combined with his strength allows him to punch into solid material (primarily a large peice of solid stone) and pull from it the a shape of which he desires as long as it does not break the law of conservation of mass.
Rp Sample: Nathan was laying down on the hard ground, his already read shirt stained darker in certain areas due to blood loss, the sword in the palm of his gauntlet broken down to the stone hilt. He looked up at a figure, his left eye closed with rubious liquid running from his head down past his eye which had been already irritated by the substance. "Are you going to give up freshmeat? It's been two hours" the blurring figure asked, holding their own weapon over their shoulders. Nathan leaned upwards and then only a single knee. He dropped the stone hilt and raised his right hand up with a pause, punch into the ground and from it pulling a almost identical sword from the last one he had broken. With a weak grin he looked in the general direction of the now even blurier figure and said "Not even".
