Just thought i'd start a melee battle to test out this new character i made, so here goes:
Name: Rikken Alexander Lyna
Age: 19
Appearance: Rikken is slightly taller then average, standing a few centimetres above most. He is thin, and well-muscled, and it's obvious he works to maintain his physical fitness. Unlike most alchemists, who rely solely on their vaunted powers to protect them, Rikken sees the value in maintaining his health and physical condition. His hair is light-brown, pulled back by a dark metal band, and knotted into a long ponytail on the right-hand side, falling to his knees. The end of this is dyed a deep blue. He wears a black shirt of a light, thin material, long-sleeved, and held in place along the arms by a number of belts. Around his neck and shoulders, a brace extends across his upper back, acting as both shoulder and throat protection, a pliable, padded chainmail, over twin metal plates laid on the shoulders, and covered in a case of leather. He wears black cloth gloves, but the two middle fingers, and thumb, are both cut short, whilst the glove completly covers the remaining fingers. A low-slung belt hands loosly from his waist, a number of padded pockets hanging from it, in addition to a long, thin knife, notched, and obviously meant more for self-defence rather then attack. He wears short leg guards along his hips, and a short chainmail skirt covers the top of them. A pair of steel-capped black boots cover his feet, extending to just below his knees. In the left boot, a small knife is concealed, which can be retrieved with a flick of his toe.
A number of odd, misshapen tribal tattoos adorn his body, spiky, thin designs, inked into his being in a deep black. His skin seems oddly pale, except for around his eyes, where it's strangely creased.
Personality: Unlike most, Rikken does not view the world in the black-and-white terms of 'good' and 'evil': He sees it from a personal viewpoint, one of benefit. What will be of benefit to him, what will assist others, and what can he gain from assisting it to assist others. He has few morals or ethics, regarding them as the trappings of a mind that cannot define itself outside of the narrow perimeters set for it. Anything he does, anything he says, while it may give the impression of compassion, or feeling, it will, inevitably, serve a greater benefit to himself. Despite this, however, there are moments when he lets his emotions get the better of him...Arrogance, for example, he knows to be one of his greatest weaknesses.
In the end, he is neither good, nor evil, nor neutral...he serves himself, and whatever might aid him or his goals, despite what others might classify him or his goals as.
In the end, he is neither good, nor evil, nor neutral...he serves himself, and whatever might aid him or his goals, despite what others might classify him or his goals as.
History:
~Early Life~
He attendended church, played with the other kids and helped his father create weapons as the blacksmith's son when he was a young boy his family lived on the small income that the father gained from repairing weapons and the like his parents, were quite happy together even though they were stuggling to make ends meet. as a young child he started to help his father out with his business, his parents were to poor for him to be able to receive an education. he had few friends because he kept to himself mostly, and viewed other children as a waste of his time and effort.
He attendended church, played with the other kids and helped his father create weapons as the blacksmith's son when he was a young boy his family lived on the small income that the father gained from repairing weapons and the like his parents, were quite happy together even though they were stuggling to make ends meet. as a young child he started to help his father out with his business, his parents were to poor for him to be able to receive an education. he had few friends because he kept to himself mostly, and viewed other children as a waste of his time and effort.
~Teen Years~
he followed in his father's footsteps and took over his father's business when he was 14 because his father passed away. while working with his father his father seemed to be drawing strange markings on the weapons he was forging, "what are you doing father?" he asked,
"Strengthing the weapon son," he replied "here," he placed his sons hands over the markings, the sword glowed bright green and stopped as suddenly as it had started. before his father passed away he started to understand the compositions of metals and thier properties, this of course helped him emesely when his father died and soon he became the talk of the small village in which he lived, he wondered around handing out swords to the townsfolk for them to be able to defend themselves. Shortly after this a bandit Clan came to raid the village and thanks to him they were able to drive them off, and celebrations occurred.
he followed in his father's footsteps and took over his father's business when he was 14 because his father passed away. while working with his father his father seemed to be drawing strange markings on the weapons he was forging, "what are you doing father?" he asked,
"Strengthing the weapon son," he replied "here," he placed his sons hands over the markings, the sword glowed bright green and stopped as suddenly as it had started. before his father passed away he started to understand the compositions of metals and thier properties, this of course helped him emesely when his father died and soon he became the talk of the small village in which he lived, he wondered around handing out swords to the townsfolk for them to be able to defend themselves. Shortly after this a bandit Clan came to raid the village and thanks to him they were able to drive them off, and celebrations occurred.
~The Old Man Cometh~
While working in the workshop, he noticed a man in his late 40's seeming to be in a bit of trouble breathing, he left his work to help the man to a seat inside his workplace that was cluttered with numerous tools for making swords and other items to be made with metal, it was particularly cold day and the fernus was burning nice and warm he loved his job here working in the blacksmith, the people where always so kind to him. . While he was working the man seemed to have taken a keen interest to what he was doing, the man's eyes widened he smiled and said, "I see your using Alchemy there," Rikken looked at the man as though he was crazy
"What are you talking about old man, i've been making swords like this for years and i've never heard that word mentioned before,"
While working in the workshop, he noticed a man in his late 40's seeming to be in a bit of trouble breathing, he left his work to help the man to a seat inside his workplace that was cluttered with numerous tools for making swords and other items to be made with metal, it was particularly cold day and the fernus was burning nice and warm he loved his job here working in the blacksmith, the people where always so kind to him. . While he was working the man seemed to have taken a keen interest to what he was doing, the man's eyes widened he smiled and said, "I see your using Alchemy there," Rikken looked at the man as though he was crazy
"What are you talking about old man, i've been making swords like this for years and i've never heard that word mentioned before,"
"That's because you've seen an alchemist before, i think you have potential my young friend," said the man standing up,
As the blacksmith opened his mouth to answer, the elder man suddenly fell to the floor, coughing forth a fit of blood. Helping him to a bed, our hero lay down to await his awakening...and an explanation.
Several years later
The elder man, an alchemist of great repute, it would seem, had a terminal illness. He could not heal himself, and was scared to go to the temple for healing, because of what he was. Seeking a way to pass on his legacy, the alchemist trained our enigmantic hero in his ways, building on his already natural understanding of it's relationship with metal and smithing.
"And now that i have taught you all i know, it is time for me to pass to on to the next world,i hope that what i have taught you will help if you meet someone named Wyn Xed tell him your my stand in --," The old man's hand fell limb onto his now lifeless body.
~The Old Man's Story~
Dertronomis Jiden used to be one of the Philosophers Alchemists trained by one of the alchemists in the faction that he belonged to because he showed potential, but when he was found out by the Judges, he had to flee to another city, and there he lay in hiding, for twenty years.
Items:
Alchemist's Glove
Description: this glove has etched into it a basic transmutation circle capable of powering alchemic reactions when the wearer claps his/her hands and completes the flow of energy within his/her body.
Book of Minerals :
Description: A rather large book that's roughly two square feet and five inches thick. This book includes chemical compounds of various minerals from around the world and their elemental makeup. It also includes example combinations using transmutation and complex breakdowns of rare and common metals. It's heavy and wrapped with leather so it can survive long journeys. A metal buckle secures the pages so they won't get dirty if it's accidentally dropped.
Skills:
Deception: By using the alchemic circles inscribed on his back and chest he can turn his body into a solid plate of sturdy armour, thus protecting him from harm.
Dissaray: The blade on his waist serves other perposes other than that of defence allowing him to form any metal based weapon he desires eg: shields,swords,knives and the like. The circles on his arm controls this function.
Confusion: In addition to dissaray the weapon can also switch ends of the hilt to change weapon strike pattern Eg, using a downward stabbing action on another character that then rolls out of the way only to have the blade switch ends and be brought though into a sword slash.
Mimic Daravon: Rikken uses slight impulses in his speech to alter people's perceptions of the world around them. Rikken is a skilled orator, but is also aware of the other suggestive powers his words carry with them. He can use this knowledge and that of the flow of the world to cause a drowsiness to befall those listening to him speak. The greater the emphasis put on the words the greater effect it will have, and can even put some to sleep.
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Rules:
Rules:
1. No God Modding or Power Playing
2. i don't care if you swear.... Just don't make it a habit.
2. i don't care if you swear.... Just don't make it a habit.
