Post by Arkeren on Sept 7, 2008 16:29:08 GMT
Name: Arkeren Nabradia
Age: 18
Height: 5’ 11.5”
Build: Very well built a perfect combo of power and speed.
Power: Phalleck: The Path of Cold; allows powerful blasts of ice, and the power to manipulate it.
Level 1: Ice Arrow. Creates an arrow or arrows of ice to shoot from his bow.
Looks: The young man known as Arkeren, stands at about 5 foot 11 and one half inches. And his weight is roughly one hundred and eighty pounds. Arkeren may not be the biggest man, but don’t underestimate his power. He is wearing a Very dark navy almost black shawl. His clothing is his own personalized armor. His Armor is of the colors black and gray, consisting of a gray leather chest piece, gray arm guards, and leather strapped shin guards. Arkeren wears light weight underclothes that are a navy-blue color. The torso of the cloth stops just before the shoulder. The sleeves start again mid-way down his upper arm with bandages cover part of each bicep, revealing his shoulders. Arkeren bears a spiral tattoo on his left shoulder. He wears leather gloves made of the same light weight cloth and same color, along with a steel band on the top of each glove. His right leg has white bandages; it's covering some of his pant-leg, directly over where the thigh should be. On Arkeren’s left and right hips are water proof pouches which hold water in which he uses for manipulating ice. He wears a basic toe and heel-showing pair of sandals. And his mouth is never visible; a mask that seems to be part of the navy-blue outfit covers it. Arkeren has a scar over his left eye. His eyes hold the color of deep ice blue. And most noticeable of all his features is his light sliver spiked up hair that juts out to the left a bit.
Arkeren has a comrade, companion, ally, and friend. His name is Deego. He is a Demon Wolf. He stands at about 6’ feet tall from ground to tips of his ears. The height of his back stands at 3’ feet. He is large enough for Arkeren to ride, but he prefers to walk along side his friend, but when the time calls, Arkeren can saddle up. He also bears a silver chest piece. His Silvery White coat seems to always shine, in any light and any weather.
History: Arkeren was born in Undercity. He lived in his home with his mother, father, brother, and grandfather. The reason Arkeren was not born in the main part of the city was because Arkeren’s parents didn’t like the hustle and bustle of other people. Since Arkeren didn’t get to live around other people, the other children branded Arkeren as an outcast. So he had to resort to being by himself for most of his childhood.
Hazuki, Arkeren’s brother was Arkeren’s idol and he want to be like Hazuki more then anything. Hazuki was 100 times the swordsmen Arkeren had ever dreamed to be. But Hazuki did not possess the great personality that came with great swordsmanship. Hazuki’s skill came from another source, he did not fight for anyone else, he did not fight with his head, or his heart. Hazuki fought for himself, only to succeed in his own power, he fought with pure rage. This rage came from the relationship Hazuki and his parents shared. Hazuki used Chaotica and his parents’ loathed him for that. This resulted in Hazuki hating everyone around him.
When Arkeren was a young boy, while he was sitting in a back alley thinking of how one day that he would leave this place, and rid the world of demons and chaos, he heard and saw something knock over a trash can. Arkeren was curious to know the source of the racket. Arkeren was scared that is was a demon so he grabbed his sword and drew it holding it out in front of him. As he rounded the corner of the trash bin, he saw that it was a demon wolf. Arkeren lifted he sword to strike, but meet the eyes of the demon wolf, before his sword had even a chance to move. Arkeren froze; he saw that there was sadness in its eyes. Arkeren shut his eyes tight and shook his head, “No! Demons not feel sadness they can only feel the want to destroy”. Arkeren open his eyes again to revel that the demon wolf had fainted. He could only think that it was starving. Arkeren went against all of what he was taught and picked up the demon wolf in his arms, shaking from fear, Arkeren took a deep breath and brought the demon wolf back to his living quarters, and shared half of his food and water with the wolf, that he would get for his diner. Arkeren eventually brought the wolf back to the best of heath, and in that time, Arkeren and the demon wolf had become the best of comrades. Arkeren decided to name him; from that moment forth the demon wolf would now be known as Deego. Arkeren had now realized that all he has known has been wrong, that yes, there is always light even in the darkest of evil. This had changed Arkeren, not for bad, but for better. He’s motivations had changed, he still wanted to leave the city, but not to rid this dead world of demons and the chaos they caused, but to try to shed the light that he had seen, on the darkness of the world, and bring the world back to life.
Race: Human
Friends: N/A
Weapons: Arkeren wields a sword on his back, forged with his own hands. It is at home in a dark navy sheath. The blade is polished to such an existent that is resembles that of a perfect mirror, glistening in the sun, Like an extension of his arm. His other favorite weapon, like a part of his soul is his bow, but Arkeren carries no arrows, he uses ice for arrows.
Strengths: Arkeren is a master if improvisation, and usually can get out of any situation.
Weaknesses: Arkeren is sometimes quick to jump the gun. But usually can get himself out of it.
Age: 18
Height: 5’ 11.5”
Build: Very well built a perfect combo of power and speed.
Power: Phalleck: The Path of Cold; allows powerful blasts of ice, and the power to manipulate it.
Level 1: Ice Arrow. Creates an arrow or arrows of ice to shoot from his bow.
Looks: The young man known as Arkeren, stands at about 5 foot 11 and one half inches. And his weight is roughly one hundred and eighty pounds. Arkeren may not be the biggest man, but don’t underestimate his power. He is wearing a Very dark navy almost black shawl. His clothing is his own personalized armor. His Armor is of the colors black and gray, consisting of a gray leather chest piece, gray arm guards, and leather strapped shin guards. Arkeren wears light weight underclothes that are a navy-blue color. The torso of the cloth stops just before the shoulder. The sleeves start again mid-way down his upper arm with bandages cover part of each bicep, revealing his shoulders. Arkeren bears a spiral tattoo on his left shoulder. He wears leather gloves made of the same light weight cloth and same color, along with a steel band on the top of each glove. His right leg has white bandages; it's covering some of his pant-leg, directly over where the thigh should be. On Arkeren’s left and right hips are water proof pouches which hold water in which he uses for manipulating ice. He wears a basic toe and heel-showing pair of sandals. And his mouth is never visible; a mask that seems to be part of the navy-blue outfit covers it. Arkeren has a scar over his left eye. His eyes hold the color of deep ice blue. And most noticeable of all his features is his light sliver spiked up hair that juts out to the left a bit.
Arkeren has a comrade, companion, ally, and friend. His name is Deego. He is a Demon Wolf. He stands at about 6’ feet tall from ground to tips of his ears. The height of his back stands at 3’ feet. He is large enough for Arkeren to ride, but he prefers to walk along side his friend, but when the time calls, Arkeren can saddle up. He also bears a silver chest piece. His Silvery White coat seems to always shine, in any light and any weather.
History: Arkeren was born in Undercity. He lived in his home with his mother, father, brother, and grandfather. The reason Arkeren was not born in the main part of the city was because Arkeren’s parents didn’t like the hustle and bustle of other people. Since Arkeren didn’t get to live around other people, the other children branded Arkeren as an outcast. So he had to resort to being by himself for most of his childhood.
Hazuki, Arkeren’s brother was Arkeren’s idol and he want to be like Hazuki more then anything. Hazuki was 100 times the swordsmen Arkeren had ever dreamed to be. But Hazuki did not possess the great personality that came with great swordsmanship. Hazuki’s skill came from another source, he did not fight for anyone else, he did not fight with his head, or his heart. Hazuki fought for himself, only to succeed in his own power, he fought with pure rage. This rage came from the relationship Hazuki and his parents shared. Hazuki used Chaotica and his parents’ loathed him for that. This resulted in Hazuki hating everyone around him.
When Arkeren was a young boy, while he was sitting in a back alley thinking of how one day that he would leave this place, and rid the world of demons and chaos, he heard and saw something knock over a trash can. Arkeren was curious to know the source of the racket. Arkeren was scared that is was a demon so he grabbed his sword and drew it holding it out in front of him. As he rounded the corner of the trash bin, he saw that it was a demon wolf. Arkeren lifted he sword to strike, but meet the eyes of the demon wolf, before his sword had even a chance to move. Arkeren froze; he saw that there was sadness in its eyes. Arkeren shut his eyes tight and shook his head, “No! Demons not feel sadness they can only feel the want to destroy”. Arkeren open his eyes again to revel that the demon wolf had fainted. He could only think that it was starving. Arkeren went against all of what he was taught and picked up the demon wolf in his arms, shaking from fear, Arkeren took a deep breath and brought the demon wolf back to his living quarters, and shared half of his food and water with the wolf, that he would get for his diner. Arkeren eventually brought the wolf back to the best of heath, and in that time, Arkeren and the demon wolf had become the best of comrades. Arkeren decided to name him; from that moment forth the demon wolf would now be known as Deego. Arkeren had now realized that all he has known has been wrong, that yes, there is always light even in the darkest of evil. This had changed Arkeren, not for bad, but for better. He’s motivations had changed, he still wanted to leave the city, but not to rid this dead world of demons and the chaos they caused, but to try to shed the light that he had seen, on the darkness of the world, and bring the world back to life.
Race: Human
Friends: N/A
Weapons: Arkeren wields a sword on his back, forged with his own hands. It is at home in a dark navy sheath. The blade is polished to such an existent that is resembles that of a perfect mirror, glistening in the sun, Like an extension of his arm. His other favorite weapon, like a part of his soul is his bow, but Arkeren carries no arrows, he uses ice for arrows.
Strengths: Arkeren is a master if improvisation, and usually can get out of any situation.
Weaknesses: Arkeren is sometimes quick to jump the gun. But usually can get himself out of it.
