Nebula Gravis
04-05-2012, 11:30 PM
Name: Zackwell
Age: 23
Species: Human
Appearance:
Personality: Changeable. Comedic in calm situations, but deadly serious when faced with adversity.
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Seasonal Affinity: Summer
Unique Skills: Is completely unharmed by most fire-related things. Can engulf his body in flame for a combat advantage or just for theatrical effect.
1. Shards of Garnet - Uses Earth and Fire to create crystaline caltrops that are thrown at the floor and ignite when trodden on.
2. Art of Djinn - Using his earth affinity, Zackwell grows to 175% of his normal size. Only used when Unarmed.
3. Scarlet Rain - Zack launches himself and an enemy into the air. Zack lands without the enemy. It begins to rain burning blood onto the battlefield.
Weapons: Carries a medium length, thick-bladed sword , and a collapseable polearm . They change visually when embued with the power of his affinity. Also carries a conductor-like baton (Not really combat effective, but he sometimes uses it to 'conduct' his magic.)
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Starting Location: Florenspira, Capital city of Florens
Additional Notes: Zackwell is a well trained mercenary. For him, money is no payment in comparison to adventure. Though it helps.
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Zackwell~
The great white moon hangs in the sky, so fragile now.
Zackwell staggers through the streets awkwardly.
He retches over against a wall, emptying the contents of his stomach into a drainage inlet. Blood mixes with the other varied half-digested matter. He should have known better than to trust that guy...
"Eugh... P-poison is such a dirty trick..."
He vomits once more into the gutter before leaning up against the wall to draw in some deep breaths of fresh air.
"If he didn't want to pay me he should have just said..."
He coughs loudly, wiping the last traces of vomit from his mouth with a piece of rag out of his pocket.
"Now I have to go to all the damn trouble, just to hunt his ungrateful hide down..."
He slumps to the floor, breathing heavily. He wipes the sweat from his brow.
Zackwell was lucky to be well experienced with treachery.
So many people who want some dirty creature killed are so eager to get a cheap deal that they'd go as far as to kill the mercenary they hired... Just to avoid paying them.
This had happened to him so many times before, that it had become a routine.
"Guess I'll have to hunt this one down soon before he gets too far away..."
Though his body was resistant to most poisons by now, it was still exhausting for him to have to expel every drop of it from his system.
He figures that by this point in his career he must have experienced at least 150 different kinds of poison entering his body.
He draws a great sigh, before facing the moon and closing his eyes.
"Nigerautumunus..." He says to himself in a whisper.
"That's where he's going... And that's where I'm heading..."
He lays in silence for a long while, in something of a dream like state. Taking in the fresh night air, as he bathed in moonlight.
To anyone with a blunt mind, there lwas a drunkard, sat next to a pool of his own puke...
But to one with a more artistic mind, it would have been quite striking to see the smooth complexion of his face thrown into sharp contrast by the pure white light cast by the moon...
He furrows his brow, as he picks himself up from the cold stone ground.
"The moon is bright tonight. Guess that means I can't use lack of daylight as an excuse to wait until dawn..."
He stretches before reaching for a flask of water, clipped on his waist. He takes a drink from it, before he begins to walk decidedly to the eastern gate of the city.
He whistles to himself nonchalantly. The sound echos dully through the beautiful alleyways of Florens, creating a rather melancholy ambience that couldn't really describe Zackwell any better.
Age: 23
Species: Human
Appearance:
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Seasonal Affinity: Summer
Unique Skills: Is completely unharmed by most fire-related things. Can engulf his body in flame for a combat advantage or just for theatrical effect.
1. Shards of Garnet - Uses Earth and Fire to create crystaline caltrops that are thrown at the floor and ignite when trodden on.
2. Art of Djinn - Using his earth affinity, Zackwell grows to 175% of his normal size. Only used when Unarmed.
3. Scarlet Rain - Zack launches himself and an enemy into the air. Zack lands without the enemy. It begins to rain burning blood onto the battlefield.
Weapons: Carries a medium length, thick-bladed sword , and a collapseable polearm . They change visually when embued with the power of his affinity. Also carries a conductor-like baton (Not really combat effective, but he sometimes uses it to 'conduct' his magic.)
* * * * *
Starting Location: Florenspira, Capital city of Florens
Additional Notes: Zackwell is a well trained mercenary. For him, money is no payment in comparison to adventure. Though it helps.
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Zackwell~
The great white moon hangs in the sky, so fragile now.
Zackwell staggers through the streets awkwardly.
He retches over against a wall, emptying the contents of his stomach into a drainage inlet. Blood mixes with the other varied half-digested matter. He should have known better than to trust that guy...
"Eugh... P-poison is such a dirty trick..."
He vomits once more into the gutter before leaning up against the wall to draw in some deep breaths of fresh air.
"If he didn't want to pay me he should have just said..."
He coughs loudly, wiping the last traces of vomit from his mouth with a piece of rag out of his pocket.
"Now I have to go to all the damn trouble, just to hunt his ungrateful hide down..."
He slumps to the floor, breathing heavily. He wipes the sweat from his brow.
Zackwell was lucky to be well experienced with treachery.
So many people who want some dirty creature killed are so eager to get a cheap deal that they'd go as far as to kill the mercenary they hired... Just to avoid paying them.
This had happened to him so many times before, that it had become a routine.
"Guess I'll have to hunt this one down soon before he gets too far away..."
Though his body was resistant to most poisons by now, it was still exhausting for him to have to expel every drop of it from his system.
He figures that by this point in his career he must have experienced at least 150 different kinds of poison entering his body.
He draws a great sigh, before facing the moon and closing his eyes.
"Nigerautumunus..." He says to himself in a whisper.
"That's where he's going... And that's where I'm heading..."
He lays in silence for a long while, in something of a dream like state. Taking in the fresh night air, as he bathed in moonlight.
To anyone with a blunt mind, there lwas a drunkard, sat next to a pool of his own puke...
But to one with a more artistic mind, it would have been quite striking to see the smooth complexion of his face thrown into sharp contrast by the pure white light cast by the moon...
He furrows his brow, as he picks himself up from the cold stone ground.
"The moon is bright tonight. Guess that means I can't use lack of daylight as an excuse to wait until dawn..."
He stretches before reaching for a flask of water, clipped on his waist. He takes a drink from it, before he begins to walk decidedly to the eastern gate of the city.
He whistles to himself nonchalantly. The sound echos dully through the beautiful alleyways of Florens, creating a rather melancholy ambience that couldn't really describe Zackwell any better.