Post by Vulcain Steele on Mar 9, 2017 4:14:47 GMT
Name: Vulcain Steele
Alias: N/A
Age: 19
Gender Identity: Male
Character Race: Human
Player Class: Stand/Hamon User
Player Class: Stand/Hamon User
Personality Traits
Positive
- Analytical
- Calm
- Friendly
- Optimistic
- Patient
Negative
- Blunt
- Clumsy
- Vindictive
- Forgetful
- Disorganized
Stats
Strength: 5
Agility: 7
Toughness: 3
Technical- 15 points to distributeAgility: 7
Toughness: 3
Skill: 7
Force: 4
Stealth: 4
:Freeform section:
So you wish to know of my past? May I ask for the reason? I see. I was born here in Paris nineteen years ago to a rather strange pair. My mother was a baker, who runs a rather successful shop here in town. My father however is a martial artist, specializing in two different martial arts: Taekwondo and Hamon. The second one is much less known than the first, being a sort of secret known to only handfuls of people throughout the world. However, it is technically not a martial art on its own, more of a breathing technique. However, it is a powerful breathing technique which allows users of it to harness the energy given off by the sun. I was taught the basics of this art at a very young age, but was told to not utilize it unless I absolutely had to. Outside of that strange discrepancy, I lived a rather normal life growing up. I faced small amounts of bullying within school because of my appearance-as I took more after my mother than my father-and my intelligence.
However, it never escalated past calling me names until High School, where it escalated slightly to some very mild bullying. At some point however, I started to accidentally shock people more often than could be considered normal. I forget when such things started, but something always felt slightly off when it happened, much like someone was following close behind me, or something like that. After a while, I eventually started to run tests on this strange feeling. Whenever it hit, I would touch something other than a person. Lo and Behold, the item-whatever it may have been-became charged with electricity. The exception to this was when I touched things that grounded electricity. At some point, I was looking in a mirror when that feeling hit. What I saw very much surprised me. There was another being standing behind me, that only I seemed to be able to notice. It seemed to be the origin of this strange power of mine. I have since been practicing with it, and it seems that this was very timely, as strange rumors have started circulating throughout the city. I plan to look into some of them and find out what is going on, and potentially what this strange being of mine actually is.
Other Notes: N/A
So you wish to know of my past? May I ask for the reason? I see. I was born here in Paris nineteen years ago to a rather strange pair. My mother was a baker, who runs a rather successful shop here in town. My father however is a martial artist, specializing in two different martial arts: Taekwondo and Hamon. The second one is much less known than the first, being a sort of secret known to only handfuls of people throughout the world. However, it is technically not a martial art on its own, more of a breathing technique. However, it is a powerful breathing technique which allows users of it to harness the energy given off by the sun. I was taught the basics of this art at a very young age, but was told to not utilize it unless I absolutely had to. Outside of that strange discrepancy, I lived a rather normal life growing up. I faced small amounts of bullying within school because of my appearance-as I took more after my mother than my father-and my intelligence.
However, it never escalated past calling me names until High School, where it escalated slightly to some very mild bullying. At some point however, I started to accidentally shock people more often than could be considered normal. I forget when such things started, but something always felt slightly off when it happened, much like someone was following close behind me, or something like that. After a while, I eventually started to run tests on this strange feeling. Whenever it hit, I would touch something other than a person. Lo and Behold, the item-whatever it may have been-became charged with electricity. The exception to this was when I touched things that grounded electricity. At some point, I was looking in a mirror when that feeling hit. What I saw very much surprised me. There was another being standing behind me, that only I seemed to be able to notice. It seemed to be the origin of this strange power of mine. I have since been practicing with it, and it seems that this was very timely, as strange rumors have started circulating throughout the city. I plan to look into some of them and find out what is going on, and potentially what this strange being of mine actually is.
Other Notes: N/A