Chocobowill
SOLDIER
ORPG
-Name: Armayn Atlor
-Title: “Armayn, The Peacekeeper”
-Alignment: Neutral
-Race: Human.
-Gender: Male
-Age 32 years old
-Appearance:
Armayn Stands 6'4”, mildly above average for a human male. He weighs about 220lbs and is cut into tone, not masculine. This gives the advantage of flexibility. Wide shoulders but not to big. A masculine chin with a 5'o clock shadow. Usually has a cigarette out the side of his mouth. Has slicked back black hair and wears Black Aviator sunglasses at all times, shading his eye color to all.
He has a scar on his left cheek symbolizing that he has some close duels in his past. Across his hands he has various rings, and tough hands like that of a carpenter.
-Attire/Armor:
Armayn is a simple guy. Blue jeans is his friend. He wears Dark colors. Black shirt, underneath he wears tank-tops and boxers. His overcoat is a long brown(natural) trench coat/duster. He wears a hat a black fedora hat lazily slumped to the side covering his face in shadow. Down to his feet, he wears black buckled combat boots. Sometimes muddy or dirty, due to the different terrain he goes through.
-Personality:
Armayn hates the world in its current state. He is neutral, and doesn't believe the radical view to any situation. He wants balance, therefore, being the peacekeeper. He is a smart-ass, bitter, and quite humorous at times taking advantage of peoples decisions. His past is a great fog of mystery, and some assume that's why he is the way he is. He is fond of the occasional joint(marijuana) and can be more of a social drinker. Also, a ladies man, or a girl wispier if you will. Armayn has a great way with words, turning peoples sentences against them. He is a lone wolf, usually going on treks all by himself on the open road, he prefers it that way. He likes the blues, and fancy's himself a poet, and enjoys reading them as well.
-First impression:
Some may see him and think him a shady figure. Some what interesting but enough to be cautious. And more than likely you will find him in a bar if he was being social. At his side at all times lays a huge scimitar, morphed with a falchion. Handle wrapped in brown leather, the Words “Mothers will” is etched on the hilt of the sword. Long strands of black and white silk strands flow from the handles tip. This gives the impression that this man is on a mission and is quick witted in making decisions.
-Weapons:
Armayn carries a Scimitar. The blade reaches at about four feet long and it only has a slight curve rather than the typical scimitar. Overall with the handle/ hilt the blade stands an astonishing five and a half feet tall. Also he keeps it strung around his back when not in use in a leather sheath, next to his rifle, for easy access. The actual blade itself is onyx black with a silver trim-line going down its edge, its name, “Mothers Will”.This is cause he believes his service is the will of mother earth. Moreover, He wants balance, harmony is his goal, as is mother earths. Also in a leather case stung to his back he carries a bolt action rifle, with a scope mounted. It is a redwood antique weapon that uses a rare caliber, but for its time it was the best of the best. For ammunition he keeps a box of 50 rounds on him at all times, in a leather satchel bound to his waist belt. He uses this for long range encounters or for assassinations. And a side arm, a colt revolver magnum on this inside of his coat, just in case things gets to messy he can have a backup.
-Magic
100/100)
Armayn does not believe in magic, he thinks its a means of scapegoat and is to extreme from the natural ways of the world. However as he doesn't know it, mother earth protects him using her greatness. Countless times he blamed his success on luck, rather it was mother earth intervening. If there is a water source there is mana recovery for Armayn, It has to be natural from mother nature herself, like a waterfall, brook, river, etc..
-Skills:
Survival, and haggling. Proficient with rifles and all mundane weapons such as swords/ etc. He can travel quit well and has the aid of the animals, although he doesn't know why. He has suspicion that is has to do with Mother nature.
-Strength:
Not a hulking beast, but strength is else where. He can carry his own though, but not as much as a seasoned barbarian would, he prefers agility. If he has to do a fist fight he would dodge and hit with multiple strikes, instead of a one hit kill scenario. His punches could put dents into car doors, but very quickly in multiple spots. However he cannot bring down a brick wall, as some others could.
-Speed:
One could look at Armayn, and judge he could be fairly quick. However due to his depressed nature, he doesn't get out to exercise that much. On the other hand he could still give his best and succeed in most encounters. At running distance he could go 10mph over a mile.
-Endurance:
Armayn, due to his past training is a survival master, he can go for days running and breathing and holding his breath underwater. He has incredible stamina to increase his endurance tenfold. Taking hits was part of his training. His body has become a hardened shell giving him a natural defense, against bludgeoning and moderately sharp objects. The hard and vigorous training, led him to be a master of natural defenses. He can take punches all day.
-Reflexes:
Armayn has cat like reflexes, being very agile able to react to actions quickly. In most cases he can dodge fists following through with the attackers strength, using it against them, burying him/her into the ground. It is even possible for him to evade oncoming bullets, while in the same action firing back at the enemy.
-Fighting style:
His style is subtle, not thinking twice what could bring the most advantages out of situations. He uses Sword mostly, while resulting to pistol/rifle to ranged encounters. He is keen in human anatomy and will use it to his will. Pressure points, and vital areas are his specialty. All in all, to the best of his ability, he fights for the balance and the honor in that, not a biased cause.
-History:
He had a fun childhood till about 13 when his father was killed in action, because of radical views against each-other. He describes war as a biased view of ones cause through conflict. He boycotts sides and fights alone making enemies with all sides. His uncle, his fathers brother taught him tactics, and how to use weaponry. Gave him his sword, and weapons of Armayn's father. Confused he learned of his father legacy and wanted to pursue his path, tying to bring balance in the world. Everyday is a difficult task because people live in cliche's, and its hard to beak those links in society's chains.
He grew, and in his twenties he fell in love, and years later war was at his doorsteps again. This time it was his duty to take up the sword. Furthermore, His love was killed with a unborn baby still in the whom. Everything was lost for him. No family, no home...only natures ways. And that's his calling.
He now lives day by day, taking balance to the world.
-Name: Armayn Atlor
-Title: “Armayn, The Peacekeeper”
-Alignment: Neutral
-Race: Human.
-Gender: Male
-Age 32 years old
-Appearance:
Armayn Stands 6'4”, mildly above average for a human male. He weighs about 220lbs and is cut into tone, not masculine. This gives the advantage of flexibility. Wide shoulders but not to big. A masculine chin with a 5'o clock shadow. Usually has a cigarette out the side of his mouth. Has slicked back black hair and wears Black Aviator sunglasses at all times, shading his eye color to all.
He has a scar on his left cheek symbolizing that he has some close duels in his past. Across his hands he has various rings, and tough hands like that of a carpenter.
-Attire/Armor:
Armayn is a simple guy. Blue jeans is his friend. He wears Dark colors. Black shirt, underneath he wears tank-tops and boxers. His overcoat is a long brown(natural) trench coat/duster. He wears a hat a black fedora hat lazily slumped to the side covering his face in shadow. Down to his feet, he wears black buckled combat boots. Sometimes muddy or dirty, due to the different terrain he goes through.
-Personality:
Armayn hates the world in its current state. He is neutral, and doesn't believe the radical view to any situation. He wants balance, therefore, being the peacekeeper. He is a smart-ass, bitter, and quite humorous at times taking advantage of peoples decisions. His past is a great fog of mystery, and some assume that's why he is the way he is. He is fond of the occasional joint(marijuana) and can be more of a social drinker. Also, a ladies man, or a girl wispier if you will. Armayn has a great way with words, turning peoples sentences against them. He is a lone wolf, usually going on treks all by himself on the open road, he prefers it that way. He likes the blues, and fancy's himself a poet, and enjoys reading them as well.
-First impression:
Some may see him and think him a shady figure. Some what interesting but enough to be cautious. And more than likely you will find him in a bar if he was being social. At his side at all times lays a huge scimitar, morphed with a falchion. Handle wrapped in brown leather, the Words “Mothers will” is etched on the hilt of the sword. Long strands of black and white silk strands flow from the handles tip. This gives the impression that this man is on a mission and is quick witted in making decisions.
-Weapons:
Armayn carries a Scimitar. The blade reaches at about four feet long and it only has a slight curve rather than the typical scimitar. Overall with the handle/ hilt the blade stands an astonishing five and a half feet tall. Also he keeps it strung around his back when not in use in a leather sheath, next to his rifle, for easy access. The actual blade itself is onyx black with a silver trim-line going down its edge, its name, “Mothers Will”.This is cause he believes his service is the will of mother earth. Moreover, He wants balance, harmony is his goal, as is mother earths. Also in a leather case stung to his back he carries a bolt action rifle, with a scope mounted. It is a redwood antique weapon that uses a rare caliber, but for its time it was the best of the best. For ammunition he keeps a box of 50 rounds on him at all times, in a leather satchel bound to his waist belt. He uses this for long range encounters or for assassinations. And a side arm, a colt revolver magnum on this inside of his coat, just in case things gets to messy he can have a backup.
-Magic
100/100)Armayn does not believe in magic, he thinks its a means of scapegoat and is to extreme from the natural ways of the world. However as he doesn't know it, mother earth protects him using her greatness. Countless times he blamed his success on luck, rather it was mother earth intervening. If there is a water source there is mana recovery for Armayn, It has to be natural from mother nature herself, like a waterfall, brook, river, etc..
- Mother's spirit:
- Target: self
- Mana: Drain: small(10)
- Procedure: Prays to mother for strength.
- Explanation: Gives a boost to will, therefore giving him bonuses to his total defense(+5) and regenerative qualities, healing wounds, at about 50hp/sec
- Counteraction: Stop prayer.
- Wrath of nature:
- Target: AOE(1mile in diameter.)
- Mana: Huge(50)
- procedure: RAGE, Near health depletion, Recites the words, “experience the shower of greatness, while you bathe in despair!”
- Explanation: Roots all opponents to the ground via plant roots. Shining light of heaven shines down upon them while the pits of hell scorch them. DMG=all opponents HP except 1, leaving them completely vulnerable.
- Counteraction: Death
-Skills:
Survival, and haggling. Proficient with rifles and all mundane weapons such as swords/ etc. He can travel quit well and has the aid of the animals, although he doesn't know why. He has suspicion that is has to do with Mother nature.
-Strength:
Not a hulking beast, but strength is else where. He can carry his own though, but not as much as a seasoned barbarian would, he prefers agility. If he has to do a fist fight he would dodge and hit with multiple strikes, instead of a one hit kill scenario. His punches could put dents into car doors, but very quickly in multiple spots. However he cannot bring down a brick wall, as some others could.
-Speed:
One could look at Armayn, and judge he could be fairly quick. However due to his depressed nature, he doesn't get out to exercise that much. On the other hand he could still give his best and succeed in most encounters. At running distance he could go 10mph over a mile.
-Endurance:
Armayn, due to his past training is a survival master, he can go for days running and breathing and holding his breath underwater. He has incredible stamina to increase his endurance tenfold. Taking hits was part of his training. His body has become a hardened shell giving him a natural defense, against bludgeoning and moderately sharp objects. The hard and vigorous training, led him to be a master of natural defenses. He can take punches all day.
-Reflexes:
Armayn has cat like reflexes, being very agile able to react to actions quickly. In most cases he can dodge fists following through with the attackers strength, using it against them, burying him/her into the ground. It is even possible for him to evade oncoming bullets, while in the same action firing back at the enemy.
-Fighting style:
His style is subtle, not thinking twice what could bring the most advantages out of situations. He uses Sword mostly, while resulting to pistol/rifle to ranged encounters. He is keen in human anatomy and will use it to his will. Pressure points, and vital areas are his specialty. All in all, to the best of his ability, he fights for the balance and the honor in that, not a biased cause.
-History:
He had a fun childhood till about 13 when his father was killed in action, because of radical views against each-other. He describes war as a biased view of ones cause through conflict. He boycotts sides and fights alone making enemies with all sides. His uncle, his fathers brother taught him tactics, and how to use weaponry. Gave him his sword, and weapons of Armayn's father. Confused he learned of his father legacy and wanted to pursue his path, tying to bring balance in the world. Everyday is a difficult task because people live in cliche's, and its hard to beak those links in society's chains.
He grew, and in his twenties he fell in love, and years later war was at his doorsteps again. This time it was his duty to take up the sword. Furthermore, His love was killed with a unborn baby still in the whom. Everything was lost for him. No family, no home...only natures ways. And that's his calling.
He now lives day by day, taking balance to the world.
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