Post by Arley on Jan 18, 2019 2:11:04 GMT
Character Name: Wilbur “Will” Burry
Canon or original character: OC
Face Claim: Wanijima Akito/Agito from Air Gear (Thanks Kular!)
Character Race: Human
Character Racial Traits:
Determination: +25% Fatigue threshold -- Never again…
Learn Fast or Die Young: -20% TP requirement for techs Sweet dreams are overrated…
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 18
Character Alignment: Neutral
Starting Planet: Earth
Starting Items:
Old Coupon - An old coupon clipped from a magazine. Can be exchanged for a one-off training session with a master of opposing alignment (one use | other requirements must first be met).
Maybe… they can help
Dirty Baseball Cap - A dirty, but perfectly fitting cap with your favorite team's logo embroidered on it (Slot: Head | +10% Durability) You can get the West City Southerner’s autographs now sis...
Starting Technique:
Between the Ribs
6% Fatigue
7% Str
Using a bladed weapon or fingertips, you take a strike at the enemy, aiming for the middle of the chest. The goal is to punch deep inside and damage the internal organs. Pierce, Cut, Crush 1
Strength: 125
Ki: 125
Agility: 125
Durability: 125
Personality: Formerly a fairly well balanced and otherwise generally forgettable all round nice guy Wilbur has found the sudden shift in his life immeasurably hard to deal with; overwhelmed with grief and anger and the misplaced guilt of a survivor he is finding it slowly harder and harder to trust others or risk attachments knowing how quickly they can be cut away by uncaring, even unknowing hands. The man only seems to come alive when training and he dedicates a ruinous amount of time to it, possessing a driven, haunted demeanour when he does so. It is almost as if there’s something hidden under the facade, like he believes that somehow, in some illogical way, that no one is truly gone while another fights for them. The focus shown in those sessions is as unsettling as it is unnerving… like every punch thrown was another blow against the memories that haunt him. Otherwise he remains a picture of stoicism, remaining seemingly calm albeit slightly cold on the surface and around others while the maelstrom rages just beneath that image of a man simply making do.
History: Born to doting parents and elder brother to a rambunctious, rebellious sister Wilbur Burry grew up well liked and respected after a few playground scuffles disregarded the jokes about what a meal he was. Passing through with average grades and an exercised talent in rhythmic gymnastics and drama, another round of jokes he had to resolve with his fists considering his youthful looks, the man looked set as he turned 18 to rock into college with the aimless gait of someone taking a major in Food and Beverage Studies with a minor in Hospitality to follow in the family line and take over their restaurant. Sadly it was never to be… while out enjoying a final night of freedom before he was due to leave West City and begin his studies in South City Hell came to town and took a stroll with its collar popped. Voices rang out in the night as a building near Capsule Corp detonated as the man began to ran home, desperately hammering at his phone as those around him taking in the night life began to cry out about a terrorist attack. The last thing he could remember seeing and hearing was a bright flash, a small boy rushing off into the streets and something alien, unnatural and ominously green screaming out that whatever it was doing was on their head. The world went white… his next memory being of pain and calloused hands pulling him from the wreckage as the medics descended upon him. He thought that there was no way the pain could ever get worse, his body broken and battered… but that was proved ever so wrong when the rescuers helped him reach the ruins of his home and asked him to identify the figures under the white sheets in the driveway.
Sample RP: Anything by Adelardo or Serranna
Referred By: Our Galactic Azure Empress, Snek. No-one, it’s no-one. Praise Leviathan
