Post by Aventus on Oct 26, 2020 11:34:10 GMT -8
"What would you give...? What would you take...? Just to see those you love and hold dear to you?"
Aventus
Name:Aventus Vermillion
Species: Beastman
Age: 30
Gender:Male
Skills/Statistics
Fighting: 5
Energy Control: 10
Reflexes: 10
Resilience: 5
Power Level: (This is given to you from your RP Sample. It should be blank at start.)
Accuracy: 1d100+(Fighting) / 1d100+(Energy Control)
Defense:40
HP: 40
KI: 100
DR: 1
Class: Wizard
Racial Trait:
9001 Lives
Requirements: Beastman
Effect: You are immune to the chance of Death in Death Battles, and Events. You automatically get an option to write words to survive and you get a 50% discount on whatever the amount of words you are given to write to recover from such battles.
Effort Points: 0
Zeni: 1000 Zeni
Mastery Points: 2/2
Reputation:0
Traits:
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Class Features:
Strange Power - At the end of each turn, you must roll 1d4. On your next turn, treat your Edge as if it were equal to the result of that roll for the duration of your turn; this overwrites natural edge from Power Level.
Sorcery - You begin every thread with 4 Arcane Points(AP) and may spend them At-Will for the following effects:
-Afflict: You gain one additional Bonus Action on this turn- this Bonus Action may only be used to perform Utility Techniques.
-Divinate: You gain +10 Defense on your next turn.
-Enchant: Select one non-Special Status Effect; your attacks on this turn that target an opponent have a 40% chance to inflict the chosen Status Effect to their target. This may not cause an attack to inflict the same Status Effect twice.
-Evoke: You sacrifice 10 HP and restore 10 Ki.
-Transmute: Choose a non-outfit item an opponent has equipped. They may not activate that item for 3 turns. Each Opponent may have only a single item transmuted at a time.
Appearance:
Art is by Keroreud on Twitter
Aventus is a beastman, appearing as a wolfman standing five feet tall and two inches. His ears give him added height, standing far above his natural stature. He possesses brown fur with varying hues and his under belly is white. Typically seen wearying a leather duster with complex lining of magic runes, though it is in appearance only. Under that is a button up shirt that is solid white. His hands appear normal only possessing claws on each finger, his arms decorated in vary fur patterns. Typically at his waist is his leather cover book, tucked away in a travel pack for easy access. His pants are cotton wear with a brown leather belt to help keep them up. His shoes are typically sandals or modern day shoes. He possesses long light brown hair that flows from the top of his head in a parted Fashion.
Personality: Aventus is a quiet individual, often times contemplating tasks of importance and rarely seeks the counsel of those around him. Despite being an apprentice mage, he views his work as sacred and on the ground of if he fails, his master along with his fellow students will die. Despite the facts laid before him that he must kill millions, he does not hesitate to take the life of others for his own gain. While he is not completely heartless, Aventus has little in the ways of sympathy for others. He views the world in a rather blank and stoic manner, believing that everyone must do what they have to. He does not resent others for their actions toward him, nor does he view the hardships placed upon him as unjust. He simply sees them as a way of life, and that he was dealt a hand so he lives with it.
Quite intelligent, Aventus is capable of thorough thought on a matter and complex empathy toward those he fights. He has the foresight to see the reasoning for those who stand against him, giving him the ability to put himself in another's shoes despite the clear difference in opinion. While he is a straight forward and serious individual, he can be seen enjoying his time of peace when afforded a moment of respite. When he isn't studying strictly in the libraries of his ancestors, he can be seen enjoying tea, reading books, watering his garden or enjoying a moment with his familiars.
Aventus views his master and fellow students in a family light, their deaths weighing heavily upon his shoulders. He views their death as his fault, a thing he must correct no matter the cost and the price he must pay. While this may seem noble to those at first glance, he is under the illusion that the deaths of millions will collectively 'fix' his mistake. So when challenged on this notion, Aventus is quick to go silent as he does not wish to discuss it with others. He views it as a private matter and does not wish to speak of his past failings.
History:
Aventus' story is a tragic one, filled with loneliness, abandonment, betrayal and delusions. Aventus was an orphan picked up by a mage when he was seven years old. Having only been abandoned a few days previously, he was naturally saddened by this knowledge and was in denial his parents would betray him. He did nothing wrong, was a good child and never was much trouble. This making his abandonment even more of a mystery to everyone around him. The mage that took him in was a human, elderly but none the less a kind old man.
He was taken in as an apprentice, taught the ways of basic magic, yet was teased constantly by his fellow students. This bullies viewing his acceptance as more of charity than a hard earned reward and so they proclaimed him the 'orphan of charity.' They worked hard to provoke his anger, but were thwarted at every turn by Aventus' calm demeanor. Not to say this did not go without notice, or repercussions. Aventus kept all of his anger built up, slowly building with each tease, each push and shove. But that is a story for the future.
In time the old master began to teach them more advanced magic, taking them to the field to learn in a practical environment for easier instructions. They learned magic to help grow planets, fire magic for camping and other useful tricks. It wasn't until one of the bullies took their prank to far that matters became more serious. They bullied Aventus into a small fissure in the cliff walls near their camp before blocking the entrance with vines to torment the boy. When their joke wasn't getting them anywhere with angering the boy, they set fire to the vines, as bullies are wont to take things to far. It was at the risk of his life that Aventus' anger sparked for a brief but terrible moment.
His anger bursting forth in a terrible wave of magic that sundered the earth and threw the boys back. Upon the dust clearying and Aventus regaining his senses was he horrified by his actions, harming his fellow students terribly. Unfortunately he didn't get to ponder these new developing emotions as the cliff side came crashing down. The master saving his students all with his magic just in time. All were scolded for their actions and punished separately. Aventus was left craving an understanding to his magic, his master refusing to counsil him on his anger. A mistake that would prove fatal to all in his class soon enough.
Aventus' power was beginning to grow each day, provoking resentment from his fellow students while his master praised his efforts. This created more intense interactions with his bullies, even later into Aventus' mid twenties. He spent many years dealing with bullies till one day a group of strangers came to visit their humble manor. This visitors were greeted by the master, and while Aventus was watching, a fight broke loose. He didn't understand why, not hearing or wanting to eaves drop on his masters conversation.
The master defended their home successfully, but was pushed back. With their home under siege by an unknown foe, Aventus was instructed to collect his fellow students and he did so. The master and his students fled into the night, seeking refuge in the trees of the forest. Yet their hunters were quick, using attacks Aventus did not know existed in the form of ki, as told to him by his master. They kept fleeing into the forest till the master was struck down finally. Aventus, seeing this, turned to face his attackers. Yet knew nothing to attack with, and as such was severally outclassed. In their most dire of hour, a voice spoke out to him. Its tone sweet and alluring, it spoke a spell to him, one that would grant him the power to protect that which he held dear.
With all options proving ineffective, Aventus listened and casted the unknown spell. In that moment he heard his fellow students say something, shouting his name but he could not turn away as the spell took all of his focus. As he was about to fire the spell, his enemies turned to flee only to be struck down by the black orb cast by Aventus. When the dust settled, the air clearing enough to see, Aventus was greeted by a sight of destruction. The spell had succeeded in defending them from their attackers, yet when he turned to comfort his fellow students... all he saw was their clothing.
Desperately he searched, looking high and low for his family, yet all he found was what remained of their belongings. It was then that it dawned on him that the spell he had cast did not drain him like other spells... but instead sacrificed the life force of those he loved to be used and whats worst... He couldn't remember the spell to attempt to undo it. Like a fog had been placed over his mind, he could not recall the voice's tone or the incantation. Racked with guilt, anger and sorrow, Aventus wept with his families belongings. Crying out in despair at the lose of all that he had loved.
That was four years ago, and Aventus has spent them searching for a way to revive his fallen family. He knows the attackers were Namekian, but not who sent them nor why. He has spent every day searching for a cure, kept company only by the small familiars summoned by his magic and pushed ever forward by the desire to retrieve the only thing he has ever known. Delusioned by years of research that he could revive his fallen brothers and sisters by soaking up the life force of millions of innocence.
RP Sample:
Somewhere in the west, deep in the forests far from prying eyes was a manor. Its outer workings battered, the windows darkened with dust, the flower beds that once housed many flowers now withered. It lacked years of care, showing in the weeds growing up along the edges of the house but not enough to look ancient, but enough to look abandoned. The cobble stone walk way leading to the front door having seen better days as weeds grew up between the cracks. The mail box broken, the post holding it up shattered by some sort of blow. It was a depressing look.
Inside was dusty, barely having seen much use in the years of its abandonment. The sofa had tears in it from wild animals having gotten in and moths eating away at its fabric. The floors, and the furniture holding a thin layer of dust from the years of no use. The chandelier lay in the floor, the ceiling having given way to its weight after so many years... Yet on the fire place, just within view as one came inside the building could be seen a picture. A single picture, one that showed a group of young men and women huddled up before an elderly man.
A family... Each as varied in appearance as the last, but each one undeniably happy together. Its surface was kept clean, as if someone came to visit regularly to clean it, to maintain it amongst all the decay of the years. Today was one of those regular days as a hooded figure came out of the tree line toward the house. His hood pulled up yet his ears poking from his cloak along with a snout. A beastman who travelled alone, his step weary from a long voyage. Slowly he moved past the broken mail box, his stride not stopping at the door as he slowly opened it. The creak of the door echoing through the empty house.
In he stepped, walking into the greeting hall and past the living room that housed the photo. His foot falls tracking up dust as he set foot farther in, coming to a stop at a door with two locks upon it. A clear sign people were not meant to enter it, yet with a wave of his hand, the locks came undone and the door opened way for him. He paused only for a moment before holding up his hand, a small flame appearing within to light his way. Before him was a stair well, darkness yawning up to greet him as he stared back at it. His pause was only for the briefest of moments, interrupted by the sounds of something falling outside the house. A piece of wood?
The man's head turned to looked out the window, blue eyes glaring cautiously as he searched the empty window in the front of the house for answers... yet he saw none. With no signs of interruption, he stepped forth into the basement, the door closing behind him and the locks clicking in place. His descent was not long, the stairs only reaching a short distance downwards till they came to a stop at the concrete floor below. Its dusty surface being ruffled by his foot falls as he continued forward.
As he passed desks, his flame illuminated much. A picture of the arcane, words describing its meaning but in the briefest of manner. The desk had books, papers and objects across its surface. Possible research done in a past time... a past life. As he moved past the desk, he came to a stop before a wall, his hand gently rising up before touching a stone before him. It looked like any other, and perhaps if touched by anyone else, it may have been just that. But before this strange man's touch it glowed with an unearthly light, purple magicks twirled about his fingers and down his arm before finally it gave way. Popping out like a piece of toast from a toaster, ready to be retrieved.
Slowly the man reached for it, pulling it out from its confines and reached within the empty space. From it, he pulled a small book and replaced the stone carefully. The stone locking in place with the purple glow it showed before, before growing dull once more. With his job complete the man would turn to open the book yet just as the pages opened another sound. This time, the creak of boards... The blues eyes of the strange man narrowed then, ears alert as he stood silently. There was more here than just he, and to confirm such suspicions, the door to the basement turned only to be greeted with the locks held tight.
The flame in the man's hand grew, his free hand placing the book in his satchel before he swung the flame in a brilliant blaze. The area soon becoming engulfed in flame, the papers of the past proving ample fuel for the magic fire to burn. With a roar, the basement door flung open and the intruders invaded. Their green skin signs of their namekian heritage, yet they were different. Demonic in appearance and snarling like beasts as they howled down the stairs. They would recoil however as the fire rushed up to greet them, one of them yelling out in anger at the flames.
Yet they persisted, awaiting patiently for the flames to end. They would collect their prize today, one way or another. But before the invaders could truly prepare themselves, the fires seemed alive for a briefest of moments as golden eyes appeared within the hungry inferno. Out from within the flames rose a bird, a phoenix of fire, its wings outspread to spread the flames to the roof, and the sparks below lighting the floor on fire. With a swift dash, the first invader swung at the phoenix, his hand blowing a hole through its waist before it screeched in defiance. The bird of flame flapping its wings to throw back its attackers and while they lay sprawn across the floor, it took flight through the room.
Its body slamming into the window with full force, smashing the glass to bits before rolling across the grass. Yet it changed form as it did so, quickly shifting to the man before. His cloak now gone to reveal his leather duster and full appearance. The appearance of one of the boys in the picture, fully grown now and his blue eyes looking to the Namekian's behind him. Their voices shouting at him to stop, but only spurred him to run forward. The invaders gave chase, following the man into the forest line, leaving the house to burn. As the sun began to set on the day, a picture of a family, a past life, burned. The flames of conflict slowly licking away at the picture, burning away the past memories of a long forgotten life...
Referred by:N/A
Starting Non-Basic Technique Chosen:
Spear of Flame
Aventus summons a flaming spear before throwing it at his opponent in an attempt to engulf them in flames.
Type: Single, Energy.
Action: Standard Action
Base Damage: Deals 3d10 Base Damage
Major Effect: Smelting
Minor Effect: Searing
Cost: 15
Learn:2 Weeks by Default
Technique Slots: 5/5