Post by gothicpanda on Jun 21, 2009 11:21:48 GMT -5
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All About You[/color]
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Name| Dirge
Age| ??
Gender| Male
Race/Species| Unidentified creature assimilated by the Heartless
Alignment| Dark
Loyalty|The Stranger
Personality|
Appearance| Dirge, much like the heartless, is a towering lupine body of ebony outline. He looms at a height of 9'10" (if he stands on his hindlegs) with a sickly green aura emanating from his frame. Two arching sable horns adorn his forehead, to further add to his menacing facade. His digitigrade hind legs end in serrated talons are in nowhere in comparison to his front legs which end in sharper and sturdier claws able to cut through a meter thick carbon steel with a flick of his paws. A long prehensile tail ending in a spike adds to his selection of natural weapons.
Dirge is a quadruped but is able to alternate between his four-legged and two legged states due to his multipurpose front legs and paws which are able to act as hands also.
Dirge has been seen with a broken keyblades that hangs from a rope around his neck. These serve as his trophies from his successful conquests and battles.
History| Occasionally, as Dirge crosses the corridors of darkness to his next destination, he would reminisce of a time when he ran across the thick lush verdant fields of his home planet. How he was respected by others like him as he went in to his peaceful village or hunted with the members of his tribe in the treacherous woods for game. Where he would tell stories by the campfire to scare or excite young pups of the horrors or the thrills of his life. He remembered playing a vital role in his town's night watch defending his home from the dangers both known and subtle. It was a time where he truly lived and felt content and most of all happy.
Unfortunately that epoch of time ended when the humans came. These pink-skinned animals rudely invaded the land of his kind and brought with them all sorts of boons as well as plagues. Dirge one of the elected to promote well-being on both sides and helped out with other humans as they struggled for unity of both races. The period of racial adjustment was for naught because fateful incident when one of his kind was framed with the murder of a teenage human girl. Much distrust was caused by the incident and both sides were soon stricken with much hate killings. Dirge was one of those who helped restore order, but things took turn for the worse. The murders blew out to a full scale war that took heavy tolls on both sides. Then the heartless came and the situation got from worse to abysmal. Dirge was the one of the thousands who died fighting to protect his kind from both the humans and the heartless.
Dirge remembered how cold it was when he dying. Lying in the field with his life slowly draining from his body. Then he saw a crooked figure of a man clad in black with neoshadows pouring out from his cloaks, extending an arm as if inviting him...
He growled and with the last reserves of his strength attempted to strike down the stranger before him. That was all he recalled as he continued walking down the empty halls of the black corridor with his heartless cohorts.
He was now instrument of heartless that followed the design of the stranger.
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With Great Power…
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Weapons| Claws, fangs, and tail (need I say more)
Abilities|
Summons: Dirge howls to summon an assortment of heartless from the lowly shadows to the formidable invisible if ever the need arises, though he rarely does this.
Any other abilities:
Shadow Healing: When badly wounded Dirge can retreat to the dark corridors and have his wounds healed by the shadows. This does not work when Dirge is dead.
Magic Sensitivity: Dirge, due to his nature, is and will always be weak against magical attacks. Concentrated and prolonged exposure to such attacks will wear him down in time, however because of this sensitivity he also knows when a spellcaster is about to cast a spell, which may allow him sufficient time to react.
Items| Trophy keyblades dangling on his neck
Fighting Style| In battle Dirge is a Heartless powerhouse capable of laying waste to an army of war-hardened veterans in minutes. He also tends to be overconfident and showy when he fights, but this is only a ploy to get his enemies into a vulnerable position that he can exploit very easily. He uses intimidation and brute strength when dispatching his foes, crushing their morale and physically crippling them in the process. No one or thing has ever seen Dirge outside of fights as he usually reports to the stranger once he has completed his orders always awaiting for a new one.
Other Information| Dirge collects trophies from his hunted quarry, often these are keyblades, as the stranger commands him to hunt those keyblade weilders down.
RP Sample| Taliz barely deflected the blows made by the heartless before him. The mass of deep darkness seemed to move like a storm: quick and unpredictable. His arm ached reminding him of the disabling blow the juggernaut of a heartless gave him. Claw after claw smashed relentlessly on his keyblade. He knew by the increasing frequency and might of the strikes, that he could not tarry any longer for his strength was dwindling and soon he would fall to the heartless that hounded him from the moment he set foot on the Dark Corridor.
The key-wielder blocked a blow that came from above, only to feel something sharp press against his back and through his ribs. Taliz crashed to the floor as the spiked tail exited from where it entered at the same time drawing blood out his wound. Dirge looked at the face of his prey for a moment. The wielder's chest was still heaving; he was not dead yet. the giant of a heartless tilted his head as if contemplating to kill his prey. Then his taloned hand grasped the keyblade that Taliz held and ripped it from the wielder's grip. he tied the hung the keyblade on his necklace. The heartless decided to leave the keyblader. It wasn't like he could stand up again: his tail successfully shattered Taliz spinal column and pierced his lung and heart at the same time; he would die very soon.
Dirge left Taliz to die and turned, ran on all fours to face three more keyblade-wielders enraged by their companion's incoming demise.
They all rushed at him at the same time with all their weapons pointed towards him. They were all expecting Dirge to fight back instead he stopped in his tracks and let loose a howl...
Dirge had more weapons to add to his collection afterward.
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What His Heart Holds
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(Keyblade obtained for beating Dirge)
note: Dirge cannot use this keyblade
Keyblade Name| The Heart of the Reaver
Keyblade Element| Dark
Keyblade Appearance| It is a grotesque looking keyblade that has serated talons on its sides capable of tearing asunder anything with ease. The handguard is made of what seems to be bones and fangs that jut out. Looking at this gives you nightmares; wielding it makes you become one
Keyblade Powers| {You’ve got 10 stat points, use them wisely! This is mostly for reference, but you WILL be expected to RP it out following the general feel of the stats here. NO MORE THAN 4 STAT POINTS IN ANY ONE STAT.}
Access| {How does your character access the keyblade? Does it take concentration? Does it only come during emotional outbursts? Do you need some ritual or special pose? Be as original as you want here.}
Additional Attributes| Possessing this keyblade may cause character to berserk and attack anything even friends.
All About You[/color]
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Name| Dirge
Age| ??
Gender| Male
Race/Species| Unidentified creature assimilated by the Heartless
Alignment| Dark
Loyalty|The Stranger
Personality|
Appearance| Dirge, much like the heartless, is a towering lupine body of ebony outline. He looms at a height of 9'10" (if he stands on his hindlegs) with a sickly green aura emanating from his frame. Two arching sable horns adorn his forehead, to further add to his menacing facade. His digitigrade hind legs end in serrated talons are in nowhere in comparison to his front legs which end in sharper and sturdier claws able to cut through a meter thick carbon steel with a flick of his paws. A long prehensile tail ending in a spike adds to his selection of natural weapons.
Dirge is a quadruped but is able to alternate between his four-legged and two legged states due to his multipurpose front legs and paws which are able to act as hands also.
Dirge has been seen with a broken keyblades that hangs from a rope around his neck. These serve as his trophies from his successful conquests and battles.
History| Occasionally, as Dirge crosses the corridors of darkness to his next destination, he would reminisce of a time when he ran across the thick lush verdant fields of his home planet. How he was respected by others like him as he went in to his peaceful village or hunted with the members of his tribe in the treacherous woods for game. Where he would tell stories by the campfire to scare or excite young pups of the horrors or the thrills of his life. He remembered playing a vital role in his town's night watch defending his home from the dangers both known and subtle. It was a time where he truly lived and felt content and most of all happy.
Unfortunately that epoch of time ended when the humans came. These pink-skinned animals rudely invaded the land of his kind and brought with them all sorts of boons as well as plagues. Dirge one of the elected to promote well-being on both sides and helped out with other humans as they struggled for unity of both races. The period of racial adjustment was for naught because fateful incident when one of his kind was framed with the murder of a teenage human girl. Much distrust was caused by the incident and both sides were soon stricken with much hate killings. Dirge was one of those who helped restore order, but things took turn for the worse. The murders blew out to a full scale war that took heavy tolls on both sides. Then the heartless came and the situation got from worse to abysmal. Dirge was the one of the thousands who died fighting to protect his kind from both the humans and the heartless.
Dirge remembered how cold it was when he dying. Lying in the field with his life slowly draining from his body. Then he saw a crooked figure of a man clad in black with neoshadows pouring out from his cloaks, extending an arm as if inviting him...
He growled and with the last reserves of his strength attempted to strike down the stranger before him. That was all he recalled as he continued walking down the empty halls of the black corridor with his heartless cohorts.
He was now instrument of heartless that followed the design of the stranger.
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With Great Power…
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Weapons| Claws, fangs, and tail (need I say more)
Abilities|
- {Ability Name 3}: {Etc. List your abilities here, put the name of the ability in the indicated area, and describe them to the best of your abilities.}
Summons: Dirge howls to summon an assortment of heartless from the lowly shadows to the formidable invisible if ever the need arises, though he rarely does this.
Any other abilities:
Shadow Healing: When badly wounded Dirge can retreat to the dark corridors and have his wounds healed by the shadows. This does not work when Dirge is dead.
Magic Sensitivity: Dirge, due to his nature, is and will always be weak against magical attacks. Concentrated and prolonged exposure to such attacks will wear him down in time, however because of this sensitivity he also knows when a spellcaster is about to cast a spell, which may allow him sufficient time to react.
Items| Trophy keyblades dangling on his neck
Fighting Style| In battle Dirge is a Heartless powerhouse capable of laying waste to an army of war-hardened veterans in minutes. He also tends to be overconfident and showy when he fights, but this is only a ploy to get his enemies into a vulnerable position that he can exploit very easily. He uses intimidation and brute strength when dispatching his foes, crushing their morale and physically crippling them in the process. No one or thing has ever seen Dirge outside of fights as he usually reports to the stranger once he has completed his orders always awaiting for a new one.
Other Information| Dirge collects trophies from his hunted quarry, often these are keyblades, as the stranger commands him to hunt those keyblade weilders down.
RP Sample| Taliz barely deflected the blows made by the heartless before him. The mass of deep darkness seemed to move like a storm: quick and unpredictable. His arm ached reminding him of the disabling blow the juggernaut of a heartless gave him. Claw after claw smashed relentlessly on his keyblade. He knew by the increasing frequency and might of the strikes, that he could not tarry any longer for his strength was dwindling and soon he would fall to the heartless that hounded him from the moment he set foot on the Dark Corridor.
The key-wielder blocked a blow that came from above, only to feel something sharp press against his back and through his ribs. Taliz crashed to the floor as the spiked tail exited from where it entered at the same time drawing blood out his wound. Dirge looked at the face of his prey for a moment. The wielder's chest was still heaving; he was not dead yet. the giant of a heartless tilted his head as if contemplating to kill his prey. Then his taloned hand grasped the keyblade that Taliz held and ripped it from the wielder's grip. he tied the hung the keyblade on his necklace. The heartless decided to leave the keyblader. It wasn't like he could stand up again: his tail successfully shattered Taliz spinal column and pierced his lung and heart at the same time; he would die very soon.
Dirge left Taliz to die and turned, ran on all fours to face three more keyblade-wielders enraged by their companion's incoming demise.
They all rushed at him at the same time with all their weapons pointed towards him. They were all expecting Dirge to fight back instead he stopped in his tracks and let loose a howl...
Dirge had more weapons to add to his collection afterward.
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What His Heart Holds
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(Keyblade obtained for beating Dirge)
note: Dirge cannot use this keyblade
Keyblade Name| The Heart of the Reaver
Keyblade Element| Dark
Keyblade Appearance| It is a grotesque looking keyblade that has serated talons on its sides capable of tearing asunder anything with ease. The handguard is made of what seems to be bones and fangs that jut out. Looking at this gives you nightmares; wielding it makes you become one
Keyblade Powers| {You’ve got 10 stat points, use them wisely! This is mostly for reference, but you WILL be expected to RP it out following the general feel of the stats here. NO MORE THAN 4 STAT POINTS IN ANY ONE STAT.}
- Attack| 4
- Defense| 2
- Magic| 0
- Magic Defense| 0
- Speed| 4
Access| {How does your character access the keyblade? Does it take concentration? Does it only come during emotional outbursts? Do you need some ritual or special pose? Be as original as you want here.}
Additional Attributes| Possessing this keyblade may cause character to berserk and attack anything even friends.