Post by Akira on Oct 31, 2007 15:20:48 GMT -5
.:|PC Information|:.
· PC Name: Tetsuo Shima
· PC Appearance:
· PC Job: Macabre Dancer
· PC Age: 16
· PC Gender: Male
· PC Hair Colour: White
· PC Eye Colour: White
· PC Height: 1m 63
· PC Weight: 47.2KG (do pixels weigh?)
· PC Clothing Style: Testuo usually goes for plain or basic clothing. However the world idea of plain and basic is rather far fetched I’m sure you’ll agree
. Normal clothes include basic black shoes, dark coloured trousers with golden trim at the ankles. His preferred type of top is a plain white kind with short sleeves. He usually involves a special pattern 
which he usually has on the back of the shoulders. Over the top, if he’s planning on visiting one of the world’s colder areas, he’ll put a light brown jumper resembling piece of clothing with fluffy edges at the neck. He would also ware one of those “stereotypical” Russian hats but black instead of regular grey.· PC Physical Traits: Picture pretty much says it all. He’s fairly muscular with short thin dead white hair that sticks up as every strand of hair ever does in anime. The meshes at the back are longer and more perpendicular to his head, whereas the hairs at the front a noticeably shorter and more backwards orientated. He has large white eyes, which reflect his kindness and purity, but at the same time freak people out as the cornea and the iris are the same colours. He does however still posses black pupils. His skin is quite pale, a light grey almost. Sometimes people mistake his character for a ghost and try to attack him. His fingers are long and slender, good for dextrous movements and his upper half looks more muscular then his lower half. This reflects (virtual) reality. His muscles however are compact to not make him stick out as too much of a body-builder figure.
· PC Personality: Very mixed. Tetsuo can sometimes be your rational thinking, everyday guy or at the flick of a metaphorical switch he becomes emotionless, a machine. This is not a case of MPD but merely a change in attitude, however it’s extreme enough to almost pass as insanity. A few words that describe him best are; helpful, thoughtful, cunning, and able to think on his feet, patient. To add flesh to the bones, Tetsuo’s one of the nicest PC’s you will meet in the world. True everyone has personality weaknesses, Tetsuo personally can’t stand people who try minimally and then give up claiming it’s too hard. His lifestyle has always told him effort keeps you moving forward, laziness will pull you down. This frustrates him even more if it’s a strong person and makes him wonder, “How did a quitter get so powerful?” Sometimes he admits he, like all honour bound people, sometimes finds defeat hard to take. A personal favourite activity of his though is socialising over food, mainly for the food and especially if someone else is paying, although he doesn’t mind. Food is food anyway you look at it.
· Fighting Style: Fans. Using Fans Tetsuo performs something similar to Chinese fan dancing, involving many swirls, flips and figures of 8. Each flip is a game of life or death to the intended target as it may either serve to remove more HP or to distract them while the other fan attacks “from out of the blue” His combination of extreme speed, dexterity and fluency it’s like watching a dance under strobe lights in slow motion. This style of combat is beautiful and rightfully gives the Macabre Dancers their earned titles of “Flowers of the Battle Field”. However, as all wise people know, even the most beautiful rose has its thorns, and these ones are venomous…
· Strengths: Has good logic from life experiences. Has the highest speed for his class. Has a good strength for his character. Skilled with arts. Very skilled with dexterous movement and fan swirling. Brave and courageous with a strong sense of justice. Can see the “bigger picture”
· Weaknesses: New to the concept of “The World” so doesn’t know much on this specific world. Not a terribly high defence being a Macabre Dancer. Lacks Magical Spells. The sense of justice may blind him and cause harm to himself as he “takes the bullet” for someone else.
.:|Weapon Information|:.
(Yes, you may make up your own! Within reason though)
· Weapon Name: Ikioi and Zetsumei
· Weapon Type: Fans
· Weapon Appearance: Fan, what more is there to say?
Zetsumei 
Ikioi· Weapon Abilities: (start out with one customization slot [low level ability at first]) (ex: poison) Zetsumei has Wrath attribute (This will be added later as sugested by kite) and Ikioi has Vampiric Heal attribute (I spoke in the cbox with Koichi about this and it would drain the opponents stamina and give it to me rather then draining HP) (My own weapon History) The fans hold ancient Mystical energies made by the demons of the orient who decided to seal the power for later. A hero emerged one day and slew the demons with their own fans of Ikioi and Zatsumei. The fans were passed down from Dancer to Dancer until one day an NPC ambushed the latest holder and he dropped them off a cliff. On Ranma’s first day in the world as Tetsuo he decided to see how well his PC could climb so he found a cliff and climbed down it. At the bottom he found a pair of fans, which seemed ordinary minus the nice design. Deciding to take them he sold off his old ones and used these. The demon power within them allowed him to make up to release powers of curse and wrath.
(A separate post will be added for spells if you are a Shadow Warlock, Harvest Cleric, or Macabre Dancer.)
.:|Real World Information|:.
· Real Name: Ranma Saotome
· Real Appearance:
· Real Occupation: College Student
· Real Age: 17
· Real Gender: Male
· Real Hair Colour: Black
· Real Eye Colour: Blue
· Real Height: 1m 55
· Real Weight: 60 KG
· Real Clothing Style: In College dress is informal, and being a member of the martial arts club Ranma wares his costume (see picture)
· Real Physical Traits: See Picture
· Real Personality: In reality Ranma is vastly different but keeps some stems of his in game self. He’s kind, helpful, thoughtful, polite, dedicated, doesn’t give up, focused and conscientious. He’s really quite smart but doesn’t seem it nor does he show off.
· Parents: He lives with his mother and his father
· Siblings: None
· Relatives: Grandfather
· History: Born in China 17 years ago Ranma was the only child to the Saotome family as law declared. He grew up living in a village on an island called Halnan Dao and lived there for all of his life. Starting martial arts 1 year before school and continues participating. He’s not the most talented at it but he’s not too far from the either. During first year of College one of his friends, a heavy game junky, told him about different genres of games and said his favourite was MMORPG’s. Ranma tried to find the game for a year but couldn’t find it. Eventually winning it in an Internet competition he remembered just how highly recommended it was as it has such high ratings and staff-user communication. After installing he was surprised at how good it was. And this is where his adventure begins.
.:|Role Playing Information|:.
Sample RP: Malik was sitting in the class room long before the lesson was going to start. It was still break time and from his seat in the windowside corner furthest from the front (THE seatting place all main characters sit in) he could see the humans and anthromorphs amusing themselves outside. He was poundering the meaning of an e-mail he received recently, trying to understand why it was sent and why he had bothered to do the action which the e-mail told him to stop doing. Had he just been wasting his life? How ironic the lesson would be discussing peoples beleif on the meaning of life. He looked at his watch which was resting on his bandaged forearms locked on by the 10 silver rings. Not bandaged because of wounds, bandaged because his skin bore natural markings which looked like tatoos of a tribal nature. He pondered for a moment, forgetting to actually read the time on his watch. He remembered, the dark forests, the cold wind, the lights of an unkown object which growled to a halt, the life forms emerging from the monster, the fact it was a car with his soon to be foster parents. He remembered the feeling of lonelyness as a new born, the amazing memory of the Neiko which was normally used by animals to live, the instinct, it grew strongly within him.
A pair of girls walked by the corridors outside and laughed at what we presume was a joke or anecdote. He suddenly snapped back into reality, back into the classroom which poured liquid sunlight through the windows, illuminating the desks, casting what looked liek gel shadded shadows on the floor, the small particals of dust which seemed to deffy gravity, floating upwards were picked out, leaving long trails of darkness behind them, like a worm hole to some darkworld. He looked at the watch, 10 minutes to go. Looking around the room the people were still enjoying their break. He took off each of the 10 rings and left them on the desk, each one having something written inside of them. He took off his watch and also layed it down onto the desk. He was thankfull it was warm enough for him to ware the summer uniform (I presume the school has uniforms?) as he began to slowly, ever so slowly unravell the bangages. Once he took the left one off he looked at his arm, it was much paler than his already pale skin, the markings still there, they seemed to be different today, not in appearance but rather in meaning, they used to weep "I'm a freak" but today they seemed to proudly shout out "I'm a Neko like so many more and I live it because it's who I am". He sat there, looking at his arms smiling as he put his watch back onto his left arm and each ring all the way up his fingers.
A human girl from the previous class walked in as she had forgotten her bag, looking at Malik she couldn't help but look at his arms and she smilled to him much to his amazement. "Nice arms" she said. Malik internaly blinked and backed away in surprise but outwardly keept looking forward to the front, his chin resting in the palm of his left arm as he spoke out cooly. "Thank you". The girl closed here eyes and put her right hand to her mouth and giggled a school girl giggle, slinging the bag over her shoulder and exiting the room, closing the door gently behind her. As the bell whent Malik heard her exclaim "Oh no I'm going to be late...again". Much to his surprise Malik was actually smiling at that comment, but just a little bit.
Has entered the Galaxy
Has entered the Galaxy
