Post by mirroreddementia on Feb 7, 2008 13:32:28 GMT -5
Era: World Without End
Name: Sentius
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Powers: Dark Eco powers and Red Eco berzerker powers. Has a powerful Dark Eco sheild, can volley slow but continuous blasts of Dark Eco, has a transformed state which is a Dark and Red Eco combination, blind rage personified, a danger to friend and foe alike, condensed eco forming protective armor-like plates on his chest, shoulders, upper back, forearms, and shins, his body burning Red and Black Is extremely draining to him, leaving him taxed and defenseless for a time. In this form he uses a technique he slams his hands, both sparking with energy, together causing an Eco explosion.
Strengths: Very strong, high resilence, great determination, limitless endurance.
Weaknesses: Slow moving
Weapon of Choice: Studded club of Precursor Metal
Appearance: 6'8", very large and greatly muscled, darkly tanned skin, wide shoulders, narrow waist, thick tree-trunk legs and massive arms and very large, thick hands. Almost looks short because of his stocky build. Has high cheek bones, low, jutting forehead, thick brow, deep set almond shaped eyes, and a thick but angular jaw line.
Hair: Long, very dark reddish brown hair falling in layers down his back and over his shoulders, partially obstructing his face.
Facial: Small goatee, thick eyebrows.
Eyes: Black iris's with red streaks
Skin Type: Thick, well tanned, that of an island dwelling race.
Body Frame: Large, wide frame, heavy bone structure, slightly bowed legs.
Tattoos: Right arm covered in a full sleeve's worth of arcane rune and twisted symbols to tell his families history.
Attire: Thick black utility trousers with cargo pockets, white wifebeater top, thick black leather boots
Personality: Warm and friendly, not very talkative, believes actions speak louder than words, quick to stand in defense of an ally, quick to anger towards the unjust.
Love: None, as of yet
Fears: Dying without a cause
Foes: The immoral and wicked in general, including any whom would endanger others with their actions
Allies: As a wanderer, he has made no permanent or long standing relationships of any sort as of yet.
History: Born in a small, primitive island community whose religious views were based in dark eco, their volcanic land rich in it, he is descendant of warriors. He was raised to be amongst the highest ranking defenders of his land until he was eight years of age when strangers came to his land, wielding weapons that spit forth light and fire, and though his people fought bravely, they were easily overpowered by the superior technology. He was taken into slavery, to serve the twisted blue collar officials of the foreign lands, working at first only as a laborer, but soon his ferocious nature was unveiled and he was turned to use for darker, dirtier deeds. Eventually he escaped, only 14 years old at the time, having unwillingly been forced to take lives, watch his friends and family die under the whip, and taken from everything he’d ever known. He has been alone, walking the lands ever since, just trying to find some purpose in life, growing ever stronger with time, acting as a hand of justice when others are in need. This habit of his has found him close to death more often than not.
Name: Sentius
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Powers: Dark Eco powers and Red Eco berzerker powers. Has a powerful Dark Eco sheild, can volley slow but continuous blasts of Dark Eco, has a transformed state which is a Dark and Red Eco combination, blind rage personified, a danger to friend and foe alike, condensed eco forming protective armor-like plates on his chest, shoulders, upper back, forearms, and shins, his body burning Red and Black Is extremely draining to him, leaving him taxed and defenseless for a time. In this form he uses a technique he slams his hands, both sparking with energy, together causing an Eco explosion.
Strengths: Very strong, high resilence, great determination, limitless endurance.
Weaknesses: Slow moving
Weapon of Choice: Studded club of Precursor Metal
Appearance: 6'8", very large and greatly muscled, darkly tanned skin, wide shoulders, narrow waist, thick tree-trunk legs and massive arms and very large, thick hands. Almost looks short because of his stocky build. Has high cheek bones, low, jutting forehead, thick brow, deep set almond shaped eyes, and a thick but angular jaw line.
Hair: Long, very dark reddish brown hair falling in layers down his back and over his shoulders, partially obstructing his face.
Facial: Small goatee, thick eyebrows.
Eyes: Black iris's with red streaks
Skin Type: Thick, well tanned, that of an island dwelling race.
Body Frame: Large, wide frame, heavy bone structure, slightly bowed legs.
Tattoos: Right arm covered in a full sleeve's worth of arcane rune and twisted symbols to tell his families history.
Attire: Thick black utility trousers with cargo pockets, white wifebeater top, thick black leather boots
Personality: Warm and friendly, not very talkative, believes actions speak louder than words, quick to stand in defense of an ally, quick to anger towards the unjust.
Love: None, as of yet
Fears: Dying without a cause
Foes: The immoral and wicked in general, including any whom would endanger others with their actions
Allies: As a wanderer, he has made no permanent or long standing relationships of any sort as of yet.
History: Born in a small, primitive island community whose religious views were based in dark eco, their volcanic land rich in it, he is descendant of warriors. He was raised to be amongst the highest ranking defenders of his land until he was eight years of age when strangers came to his land, wielding weapons that spit forth light and fire, and though his people fought bravely, they were easily overpowered by the superior technology. He was taken into slavery, to serve the twisted blue collar officials of the foreign lands, working at first only as a laborer, but soon his ferocious nature was unveiled and he was turned to use for darker, dirtier deeds. Eventually he escaped, only 14 years old at the time, having unwillingly been forced to take lives, watch his friends and family die under the whip, and taken from everything he’d ever known. He has been alone, walking the lands ever since, just trying to find some purpose in life, growing ever stronger with time, acting as a hand of justice when others are in need. This habit of his has found him close to death more often than not.