Post by Tim on Jun 17, 2009 4:32:12 GMT -5
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All About You[/color]
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Name| Nikolai Black - "Trace"
Age| 21
Gender| Male
Race/Species| Human
Alignment| Chaotic Good (For now) and The Light
Loyalty| N/A
Personality|
Trace on the exterior is a calm and collected individual, who takes most things in life seriously. Often knowing his place in combat and where he stands on issues, Trace seems to be a very stubborn mind, strong willed and strong in his views on the world; Everything is just scum covered in glitz to hide the filth.
Because of this, he often keeps to himself in thoughts and feelings, no bothering to talk to anyone he seems to fit his two categories of crime; Filth and Suits.
Trace hates suits more, them being those who try to appeal to people by looking and seeming nice, then nab them and brush their hands of what they've done, seeing it as a business more than the grubby task it truly is.
Trace is also a very determined person, never knowing when to back down and when something is to far. Often reaching points where he will throw a man out a window, or light a man on fire if he feels it will get him to shut up
but all in all has good intentions.
Trace is also a Sociopath, not being aware of anything he is doing and how it may unnerve other people, merely surviving on the thought that what he is doing is right, and those who do wrong are nothing but scum.
Trace is barely sane these days, having endured a life of seeing crime and problems that constantly arise, this has twisted him into being a slightly cynical being, it is unknown whether this insanity will rear its head any more, but so far he seems to stabilise it for now.
Looks|
Unmasked: dailypop.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/david-tennant-in-doctor-who-pics-13478201.jpg
www.katspace.org/graphics/gallery/digital/10thdoc1.jpg
Masked: i33.photobucket.com/albums/d68/j3h/DC%20Direct/TheQuestionByJ3H5.jpg
i120.photobucket.com/albums/o170/tkoester39/Rorschach_l.jpg
Trace's hair is a ruffle of brown hair that is slightly styled but looks more like he has just awoken. His nose is long and pointed with eyes that are glaring and filled with emotion, able to determine how he feels with a mere glance of the eyes. His face is slightly creased from seeing so much in his life. His clothes are always keeping with a very Noir theme, primed and dressed properly but at the same time being quite fashionably well dressed.
His build is quite slender but toned all at once, giving him a unique build that looks as though he would be quite pathetic on the battle field. His muscles seem to "flow" with his body, not being incredibly large or small, but a nice medium. His stomach is flat, showing one of his ribs. His legs are long as with his arms, but in proportion with his short height, standing at roughly 5'7. His eyes are a dark black -brown that seem to glimmer in the light or when excited.
History|
Early Life
Nikolai grew up in a small apartment in Hollow Bastion with his mother, being the town barmaid she was very distant often tending to the "needs" of the men at the bar in exchange for money. Nikolai was brought up thinking this was a norm and met many criminal over lords during this time and many a warrior. Using them as a reference to the outside world Nikolai realised that all around him was criminals and hoodlums. Neither doing a thing to solve the filth in the city, but only adding to it. It was from a young age here that Nikolai decided that people were gritty but didn't ever want to admit it.
Nikolai was a very quiet child, often rarely speaking and merely observing, he enjoyed this because he could learn so much from a person by merely listening to someones conversations. This however caused him Trauma when his Mother was with a client, often beating him or mortally wounding him just for scaring off clients.
"Look what you did you little sh*t! You scared him off!"
"I thought he was hurting you..."
"I'll show you hurt you little f*ck!"
One of many instances where Trace was threatened by his Mother
When walking home from school one day, Nikolai was assaulted by three boys, each commenting on his home life and the absence of a father in his life. Utilising a trash can lid Nikolai beat two of the boys down and severed one of the boys arms, this landed him in juvenile hall for the rest of his early life. In his mind she WAS exactly what they said, but it was still his mother, and somewhere in his soul he knew he needed to seek out justice.
Middle Life
Nikolai became accustomed to his sentence in but a few weeks, not uttering a word since it happened, The only time speaking when in with his psycologist. He was diagnosed with trauma at this time as he found nothing wrong with his doings and responded with "I was cleaning the filth." when asked about what he was doing.
Nikolai was sent to a correctional facility shortly after and remained there for three years, working with his doctor in every form of psychological healing, the only thing really appealing to him was writing, but all the rest merely he decided to go with. During the training Nikolai began to call himself "Trace" because in his spare time he would read up on psychology and imploring its theories be able to copy the movements and vocal patterns of those who entered his "Realm" (his cell), Nikolai soon became fond of the name so much to say that Nikolai was killed by Trace. Delving more into this persona, Nikolai eventually began to study other fields of psychology, namely criminology and behavioural science, Trace was engulfed becoming an entirely new entity from the emotional boy he once was.
"He's Dead. Died when his spirit died. Died when he found his mother was a whore. Now its only me and you doc."
"Nikolai...I am still here for you."
"Interesting. Y'know. That's what his ma said too."
"Good...See? Your not alone Nikolai!"
" Right before she jammed the steak knife into his leg.
Doctor Martin Lawrence(Plain) and Trace(Blue) in a discussion
Trace was offered a pardon for good behaviour soon after this and found himself back to his old habbits within days of release, now donning a mask of polyster stretch lycra mesh over his face to take away all features, flesh coloured and donning a 1940's style suit Trace delved into the world of "crime-fighting" becoming well known to people on the street, seen as both a Hero and Psycho with the way he dealt with enemies. Often torturing those he felt evil beyond the point of recognition and mutilating the bodies leaving a trade mark Rorschach esque splatter of blood on a nearby surface. During this time he picked up many fighting styles from studying the movements of those he fought, often being able to turn their own "Style" against them.
Young Adulthood
In his Young Adulthood Trace began to start a newspaper, that he would leave at every scene, he called it "The Truth" and it had begun to pile up in the evidence lockers of the local police. Trace found this somewhat amusing as he to the world was a criminal, while only trying to help his city. The police were after him for years, often missing him by mere seconds, much to Trace's delight but when the Heartless struck the worlds they stopped coming for him. When Trace realised what was happening he began to feel sick to his stomach, Beasts were ripping people apart. Hollow Bastion was getting more dirty, more sick. And so to was he.
"Even if your staring dead-eye into the Apocalypse, never compromise. Evil is Evil."
- Trace on Compromising to the plans of others
When on a mission against a gang of thugs about to have their way with a women, he noticed something about one; a Missing arm. He eyed them and was brought to childhood, being teased about the absence of his father and his mothers 'career'. The first came at him hard, but was choked to death by the Psychopathic Menace, The other was set alight and finally the man with the one arm was wrapped firmly in barbed wire, slowly ripping his flesh as Trace used him as a human yo-yo. When the woman complained that he had killed her friends, who were only doing it so they could mug the "d*ck who came to save her" Trace emptied a grappling hook into her throat, stringing her up from a lamp post.
Trace remains in Hollow Bastion, oblivious to Sora's exploits and instead waging a war on crime and thugs rather than Nobodies and Heartless who he sees as "The Devil just tryin' to speed up the process of it all" thinking that humans deserve to die out anyway. He has no access to Gummi ships.
(That'll do for now, but I will write more later, I mean he is my favourite after all)
The New World
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With Great Power…
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Weapons|
Assorted Weapondry Hidden within Trench Coat and Pockets:
- Mask that provides ventilation from smoke, poisons or foreign chemicals. Face.
Abilities|
Items| I think its all up there.
Fighting Style|
Trace is very calculating and stealthy, preferring not to fight at all when it comes down to it, but when fighting utilising martial arts that have been modified to a more brutal form of combat, resembling a boxer or a wrestler, slamming people against objects, walls and utilising a lot of holds and quick take downs (Neck Snaps, Slitting of throats etc)
Other Information|
RP Sample|
Trace walked the streats, his collar up and his hat down at an angle, casting a shadow over his face, his jacket hung loosely on his sides as his mask glimmered in the light, void of all features. People around him examined him with disdain, they knew who he was and they hated it. but who wouldn't? He was a Psychopath, a killer a menace. Well...To them anyway.
This City. My City. I swear sometimes I can hear it speaking to me, whispering to me as I walk through its streets. Atleast it can comprehend what I'm doing. I see people look at me, people glare and sneer like the rats they are. They don't realise what I'm doing, what I'm doing for THEM. It may be dirty to them, but its just what they all do behind closed doors. I just have the cahones to let it out, let it free. Atleast I don't try to disguise the filth I cause, Atleast I'm man enough to show them what the world really is
He began to rush into an alleyway, pressing his feet to the side of a wall and scambering up, his hand curving around a ladder, swinging two and fro he managed to hurl himself to the first level. Standing there he reacted instantly, flipping up all the flights to the top of the roof of the building. He looked over the city, his trench coat blowing in the wind as shadows spiralled about his body, creating serpents of darkness that coiled around every limb.
My City. My Love. Speak to me. Tell me what to do next.
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What My Heart Holds[/color]
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Keyblade Name| {Remember, you must make your OWN ORIGINAL KEYBLADE. No cannon keyblades}
Keyblade Element| {What element is your keyblade? It’s likely the same as your character. If it’s different, we’ll expect a slightly better Keyblade profile to make up for the double element. Keep that in mind. Fire, Ice, Lightning, Water, Physical. Don’t feel restricted to this, this is just a short list}
Keyblade Appearance| {What does it look like? Try to describe these as best you can: Teeth, Blade, Hand guard,
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| {Anything else that doesn’t fit above, put here.}
All About You[/color]
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Name| Nikolai Black - "Trace"
Age| 21
Gender| Male
Race/Species| Human
Alignment| Chaotic Good (For now) and The Light
Loyalty| N/A
Personality|
Trace on the exterior is a calm and collected individual, who takes most things in life seriously. Often knowing his place in combat and where he stands on issues, Trace seems to be a very stubborn mind, strong willed and strong in his views on the world; Everything is just scum covered in glitz to hide the filth.
Because of this, he often keeps to himself in thoughts and feelings, no bothering to talk to anyone he seems to fit his two categories of crime; Filth and Suits.
Trace hates suits more, them being those who try to appeal to people by looking and seeming nice, then nab them and brush their hands of what they've done, seeing it as a business more than the grubby task it truly is.
Trace is also a very determined person, never knowing when to back down and when something is to far. Often reaching points where he will throw a man out a window, or light a man on fire if he feels it will get him to shut up
but all in all has good intentions.
Trace is also a Sociopath, not being aware of anything he is doing and how it may unnerve other people, merely surviving on the thought that what he is doing is right, and those who do wrong are nothing but scum.
Trace is barely sane these days, having endured a life of seeing crime and problems that constantly arise, this has twisted him into being a slightly cynical being, it is unknown whether this insanity will rear its head any more, but so far he seems to stabilise it for now.
Looks|
Unmasked: dailypop.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/david-tennant-in-doctor-who-pics-13478201.jpg
www.katspace.org/graphics/gallery/digital/10thdoc1.jpg
Masked: i33.photobucket.com/albums/d68/j3h/DC%20Direct/TheQuestionByJ3H5.jpg
i120.photobucket.com/albums/o170/tkoester39/Rorschach_l.jpg
Trace's hair is a ruffle of brown hair that is slightly styled but looks more like he has just awoken. His nose is long and pointed with eyes that are glaring and filled with emotion, able to determine how he feels with a mere glance of the eyes. His face is slightly creased from seeing so much in his life. His clothes are always keeping with a very Noir theme, primed and dressed properly but at the same time being quite fashionably well dressed.
His build is quite slender but toned all at once, giving him a unique build that looks as though he would be quite pathetic on the battle field. His muscles seem to "flow" with his body, not being incredibly large or small, but a nice medium. His stomach is flat, showing one of his ribs. His legs are long as with his arms, but in proportion with his short height, standing at roughly 5'7. His eyes are a dark black -brown that seem to glimmer in the light or when excited.
History|
Early Life
Nikolai grew up in a small apartment in Hollow Bastion with his mother, being the town barmaid she was very distant often tending to the "needs" of the men at the bar in exchange for money. Nikolai was brought up thinking this was a norm and met many criminal over lords during this time and many a warrior. Using them as a reference to the outside world Nikolai realised that all around him was criminals and hoodlums. Neither doing a thing to solve the filth in the city, but only adding to it. It was from a young age here that Nikolai decided that people were gritty but didn't ever want to admit it.
Nikolai was a very quiet child, often rarely speaking and merely observing, he enjoyed this because he could learn so much from a person by merely listening to someones conversations. This however caused him Trauma when his Mother was with a client, often beating him or mortally wounding him just for scaring off clients.
"Look what you did you little sh*t! You scared him off!"
"I thought he was hurting you..."
"I'll show you hurt you little f*ck!"
One of many instances where Trace was threatened by his Mother
When walking home from school one day, Nikolai was assaulted by three boys, each commenting on his home life and the absence of a father in his life. Utilising a trash can lid Nikolai beat two of the boys down and severed one of the boys arms, this landed him in juvenile hall for the rest of his early life. In his mind she WAS exactly what they said, but it was still his mother, and somewhere in his soul he knew he needed to seek out justice.
Middle Life
Nikolai became accustomed to his sentence in but a few weeks, not uttering a word since it happened, The only time speaking when in with his psycologist. He was diagnosed with trauma at this time as he found nothing wrong with his doings and responded with "I was cleaning the filth." when asked about what he was doing.
Nikolai was sent to a correctional facility shortly after and remained there for three years, working with his doctor in every form of psychological healing, the only thing really appealing to him was writing, but all the rest merely he decided to go with. During the training Nikolai began to call himself "Trace" because in his spare time he would read up on psychology and imploring its theories be able to copy the movements and vocal patterns of those who entered his "Realm" (his cell), Nikolai soon became fond of the name so much to say that Nikolai was killed by Trace. Delving more into this persona, Nikolai eventually began to study other fields of psychology, namely criminology and behavioural science, Trace was engulfed becoming an entirely new entity from the emotional boy he once was.
"He's Dead. Died when his spirit died. Died when he found his mother was a whore. Now its only me and you doc."
"Nikolai...I am still here for you."
"Interesting. Y'know. That's what his ma said too."
"Good...See? Your not alone Nikolai!"
" Right before she jammed the steak knife into his leg.
Doctor Martin Lawrence(Plain) and Trace(Blue) in a discussion
Trace was offered a pardon for good behaviour soon after this and found himself back to his old habbits within days of release, now donning a mask of polyster stretch lycra mesh over his face to take away all features, flesh coloured and donning a 1940's style suit Trace delved into the world of "crime-fighting" becoming well known to people on the street, seen as both a Hero and Psycho with the way he dealt with enemies. Often torturing those he felt evil beyond the point of recognition and mutilating the bodies leaving a trade mark Rorschach esque splatter of blood on a nearby surface. During this time he picked up many fighting styles from studying the movements of those he fought, often being able to turn their own "Style" against them.
Young Adulthood
In his Young Adulthood Trace began to start a newspaper, that he would leave at every scene, he called it "The Truth" and it had begun to pile up in the evidence lockers of the local police. Trace found this somewhat amusing as he to the world was a criminal, while only trying to help his city. The police were after him for years, often missing him by mere seconds, much to Trace's delight but when the Heartless struck the worlds they stopped coming for him. When Trace realised what was happening he began to feel sick to his stomach, Beasts were ripping people apart. Hollow Bastion was getting more dirty, more sick. And so to was he.
"Even if your staring dead-eye into the Apocalypse, never compromise. Evil is Evil."
- Trace on Compromising to the plans of others
When on a mission against a gang of thugs about to have their way with a women, he noticed something about one; a Missing arm. He eyed them and was brought to childhood, being teased about the absence of his father and his mothers 'career'. The first came at him hard, but was choked to death by the Psychopathic Menace, The other was set alight and finally the man with the one arm was wrapped firmly in barbed wire, slowly ripping his flesh as Trace used him as a human yo-yo. When the woman complained that he had killed her friends, who were only doing it so they could mug the "d*ck who came to save her" Trace emptied a grappling hook into her throat, stringing her up from a lamp post.
Trace remains in Hollow Bastion, oblivious to Sora's exploits and instead waging a war on crime and thugs rather than Nobodies and Heartless who he sees as "The Devil just tryin' to speed up the process of it all" thinking that humans deserve to die out anyway. He has no access to Gummi ships.
(That'll do for now, but I will write more later, I mean he is my favourite after all)
The New World
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With Great Power…
------------------------------------------------
Weapons|
Assorted Weapondry Hidden within Trench Coat and Pockets:
- Mask that provides ventilation from smoke, poisons or foreign chemicals. Face.
Abilities|
- {Ability Name 1}: "The Actor" - Getting his name "Trace" from the way he is able to mimic the way people walk, act, sound and think, it is no doubt that he would carry this power. Though not a strong physical or magical attack, He has a knack for this and sees it as his most powerful weapon in his arsenal.
- {Ability Name 2}: "The Detective" - Trace has dedicated himself to reaching human peak condition mentally and physically. Doing this he has studied pathology, criminology, psychology, body language and several other
forms of "sluething" and has become quite the fanatic about it. Constantly reading and bettering his skill in reading people and deducing plots, though it has made him incredibly paranoid and a very alone, keeping to himself. - {Ability Name 3}: "The Fighter" - Trace possesses no supernatural abillities and instead relies on Gadgets and Stealth, constantly trying to merely give out the truth rather than just come right out and scream that he is better than the other. Trace has trained extensively and is in top human condition physically, able to preform parkour, martial arts and continue to be able to run for a long periods of time. His skill with firearms and explosives is also high, but not as extensively as his sluething skills, able to hit targets fairly well and deliver a decent blow, but not utterly annihilate someone.
Items| I think its all up there.
Fighting Style|
Trace is very calculating and stealthy, preferring not to fight at all when it comes down to it, but when fighting utilising martial arts that have been modified to a more brutal form of combat, resembling a boxer or a wrestler, slamming people against objects, walls and utilising a lot of holds and quick take downs (Neck Snaps, Slitting of throats etc)
Other Information|
RP Sample|
Trace walked the streats, his collar up and his hat down at an angle, casting a shadow over his face, his jacket hung loosely on his sides as his mask glimmered in the light, void of all features. People around him examined him with disdain, they knew who he was and they hated it. but who wouldn't? He was a Psychopath, a killer a menace. Well...To them anyway.
This City. My City. I swear sometimes I can hear it speaking to me, whispering to me as I walk through its streets. Atleast it can comprehend what I'm doing. I see people look at me, people glare and sneer like the rats they are. They don't realise what I'm doing, what I'm doing for THEM. It may be dirty to them, but its just what they all do behind closed doors. I just have the cahones to let it out, let it free. Atleast I don't try to disguise the filth I cause, Atleast I'm man enough to show them what the world really is
He began to rush into an alleyway, pressing his feet to the side of a wall and scambering up, his hand curving around a ladder, swinging two and fro he managed to hurl himself to the first level. Standing there he reacted instantly, flipping up all the flights to the top of the roof of the building. He looked over the city, his trench coat blowing in the wind as shadows spiralled about his body, creating serpents of darkness that coiled around every limb.
My City. My Love. Speak to me. Tell me what to do next.
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What My Heart Holds[/color]
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Keyblade Name| {Remember, you must make your OWN ORIGINAL KEYBLADE. No cannon keyblades}
Keyblade Element| {What element is your keyblade? It’s likely the same as your character. If it’s different, we’ll expect a slightly better Keyblade profile to make up for the double element. Keep that in mind. Fire, Ice, Lightning, Water, Physical. Don’t feel restricted to this, this is just a short list}
Keyblade Appearance| {What does it look like? Try to describe these as best you can: Teeth, Blade, Hand guard,
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|
- Defense|
- Magic|
- Magic Defense|
- Speed|
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| {Anything else that doesn’t fit above, put here.}
