Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2019 0:37:53 GMT
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Character Name: Gram
Canon Character or Original Character: Original.
Face Claim: Merlin, from Fate Grand Order.
Character Race: Hybrid (Alien/Demon)
Character Racial Traits: Demonic Power (+25% Transformation Stats), Early Bloomer (Transformation Requirements are 20% lower)
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 1,750
Character Alignment: Neutral
Starting Planet: Earth
Starting Items: Depleted Personal Teleporter (1 Teleport), Cursed Amulet (Slot: Accessory | Reduces damage from Ki attacks by 5%)
Starting Technique:
Stats:
Strength: 200
Ki: 50
Agility: 200
Durability: 50
Personality:
Gram is a very chipper man. While time takes its toll on many, it doesn't seem to affect him. More likely to wait and see how a situation pans out than force a change where there doesn't need to be one, he can often frustrate others through his penchant for playing the long game. He isn't unaware of this; in order to compromise with his fellow travelers along the weary road of life, he does his best to follow the whims of others, content to sit back and watch the way their plans unfold.
To Gram, death is not a large concern. Although he can die and death does pose a legitimate threat to him, he has died approximately seven times over the course of his life. Death is but a gate to cross through, and none have tread that path as frequently as Gram. To that end, he doesn't often exude much worry in battle. There is no such thing as urgency to him, barring when his more mortal friends are threatened.
Fiercely protective of his allies, Gram perceives all younger than him as baby birds in need of nurturing.
To Gram, death is not a large concern. Although he can die and death does pose a legitimate threat to him, he has died approximately seven times over the course of his life. Death is but a gate to cross through, and none have tread that path as frequently as Gram. To that end, he doesn't often exude much worry in battle. There is no such thing as urgency to him, barring when his more mortal friends are threatened.
Fiercely protective of his allies, Gram perceives all younger than him as baby birds in need of nurturing.
History:
Gram is from the world of Aster, a far away star doomed to perpetual stagnation. Cursed by its gods to repeat the same hundred years in ignorant perpetuity, Gram was doomed with the burden of knowledge not afforded to his peers: he is the sole member of his people aware of his planet's fate. Aster, once a beautiful world comprised of three different continents, has fallen approximately ten times in the last thousand years, swallowed by a rising tide of demonic power that swells from within the planet's core, possessing the citizenry and leading the nobles to war with each other in a bid for strength and survival.
Once a member of the famed Court of Stars and an accomplished wizard, Gram stood as a voice of reason in the original fall. For his impertinence and his ill-fated discovery of the forces at work beneath the surface of his world, and for his refusal to work with those who supported the demonic uprising, Gram was gifted the Fool's Brand — beginning a cycle of his own, separate from that of his world's.
Few believe anything Gram says. The Fool's Brand makes him a liar to almost all. Only those of sufficient power can see through its deceptive power, or even notice the seal branded across his back.
After sixteen cycles, sixteen rendezvous with death, a traveler landed on Aster in a pod that crashlanded somewhere outside of the capital city of Durendal. Gram was the one to find the pod, and subsequently, found himself teleported by sheer chance to a planet called Earth...
Once a member of the famed Court of Stars and an accomplished wizard, Gram stood as a voice of reason in the original fall. For his impertinence and his ill-fated discovery of the forces at work beneath the surface of his world, and for his refusal to work with those who supported the demonic uprising, Gram was gifted the Fool's Brand — beginning a cycle of his own, separate from that of his world's.
Few believe anything Gram says. The Fool's Brand makes him a liar to almost all. Only those of sufficient power can see through its deceptive power, or even notice the seal branded across his back.
After sixteen cycles, sixteen rendezvous with death, a traveler landed on Aster in a pod that crashlanded somewhere outside of the capital city of Durendal. Gram was the one to find the pod, and subsequently, found himself teleported by sheer chance to a planet called Earth...
Sample RP:
Stars fell heavy over the Corona's banks, painting the black water that rushed through the river in electric white static. Flecks of moonlight danced across the surface of the water as Gram surveyed its depths, watching fish flicker by on their way to the end of the world. Aster was due for another calamity in only ten years, and as the white-haired wizard stared down at the swell of water coursing across the world like a vein over a forearm, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was helpless to stop it. Sixteen cycles, sixteen deaths, and sixteen failures...
That feeling faded before long, like it always did.
Resignation was pointless. The end would come or it wouldn't. Kneeling at the edge of the water and scooping a handful of it up to his lips, the wizard glanced to the stars. Purple danced over the black, galaxies far away, their fates unknown. For just a moment, there was only silence and the taste of clear water on his tongue. Before he could rise to his feet, a stark white comet shot across the night sky like an arrow loosed from the heavens.
Gram's brow furrowed. There were no meteor showers due that night... but nevertheless, star after star plummeted from the clouds and cut across the night sky, leading his heart into a race his feet couldn't win. Skipping over the surface of the water, Gram advanced through the trees on the other side of the bank, cut across the fields on the far end of the treeline, and warped forward into a sea of fireflies that swarmed through the world until he reformed at the edge of the Hanna Plains.
There, like a cradle or a grave, a hunk of crying metal steamed in the center of a crater. Breath stuck in his lungs, aware that this was not a part of the plan brewing beneath the earth, Gram heard the device groan.
That feeling faded before long, like it always did.
Resignation was pointless. The end would come or it wouldn't. Kneeling at the edge of the water and scooping a handful of it up to his lips, the wizard glanced to the stars. Purple danced over the black, galaxies far away, their fates unknown. For just a moment, there was only silence and the taste of clear water on his tongue. Before he could rise to his feet, a stark white comet shot across the night sky like an arrow loosed from the heavens.
Gram's brow furrowed. There were no meteor showers due that night... but nevertheless, star after star plummeted from the clouds and cut across the night sky, leading his heart into a race his feet couldn't win. Skipping over the surface of the water, Gram advanced through the trees on the other side of the bank, cut across the fields on the far end of the treeline, and warped forward into a sea of fireflies that swarmed through the world until he reformed at the edge of the Hanna Plains.
There, like a cradle or a grave, a hunk of crying metal steamed in the center of a crater. Breath stuck in his lungs, aware that this was not a part of the plan brewing beneath the earth, Gram heard the device groan.
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