Post by Vladimir Ilossa on Aug 7, 2010 15:41:12 GMT -5
"My cry cannot reach the shadows I dreamt of on that day,
No matter how I depict myself tomorrow,
I am drenched in wishes that cannot disappear,
Catch the fallen scattered fragments with those hands,"
BASICS
[/font][/center]NAME[/font]
Vladimir Ilossa, otherwise known as 'Crimson Tempest'
RACE
Human
GENDER[/font]
Male
TITLE[/font]
Crimson Tempest
AGE[/font]
Twenty
HOME WORLD[/font]
Mist Continent, Treno[/blockquote]
PERSONAL
[/font][/center]PERSONAL APPEARANCE[/font]
One must keep in shape in order to fight to defend others and Vladimir knows well that stamina training is extremely crucial, because he is well aware that a fight can last for hours. His bodily structure is athletic with decent muscles, but despite the structure of his body he is able to carry the massive armor breaking weapon with great ease. Vladimir wasn’t out in the battle a lot, so he doesn’t have that many scars as many veteran warriors would have. His skins is rather pale, the genetics made him be born that way making him look like a freaking vampire due to his heterochromic red and green eyes.
Vladimir isn’t exactly someone that is hard to find from the crowd, anyone who had met him before can tell by his spiked silver hair. He prefers his clothes to look decent as long as it doesn’t harm his movements when he’s fighting, for the sake of cold weather Vladimir chose a bright crimson jacket that goes down to his hips. The collars are popped up and the belts are commonly seen on the tail, shoulder, arm and the waist hanging loosely, it is so that one can adjust to wear according to the volume of their body. Despite jacket providing him protection against cold, leather gloves are must when he handles his weapon because prolonged fighting may tear his hand and last thing he needs is the pain affecting the grip of his hand. In order to keep that from happening, he wears black leather gloves. The pants leans towards baggy side a bit, but not so much that it looks ridiculous and under it he wears a pair of combat boots that are colored red and black, with reinforced steel toes.
PERSONALITY[/font]
If one meets Vladimir they can expect an over-the-top arrogance from him, but overall, he’s an easygoing person that likes to have fun even in grim times such as dancing, singing and drinking until he is just completely wasted. Generally, he’s tolerant to most of the people and accepts new ideas in an open-minded manner despite the fact that he’s not educated very well. Really, he's a very sociable person that likes to make people happy and bring smile to their faces, especially towards children (that doesn’t mean he’s a pedo). Vladimir also loves taking on challenges, he’s not afraid to try new things unless he feels that he really can’t do it, but more or less he’s fearless and a risk taker that laughs and punches at the face of death.
Even with these good qualities in his personality, Vladimir is rather inconsiderate of other people's feelings towards him, thus he’s kind of a rude person with touch of extreme stubbornness added to him. When reality hits him, he lets the emotions get better of himself. Reality is harsh, but in a battlefield he knows that completing the objective given to him is the most important thing for the sake of others. After the emotions get better of him, the anger gets to him as well, and thus he can potentially be very hotheaded that does not make rational decisions. This causes him to be violent and go berserk, potentially blowing up on people’s faces or attack out of nerve if they even attempt to stop him from what he would do.
With those things out of the mind, Vladimir has something he cannot bear to overcome. Women. Women had become his complexity ever since he met one. He’s been terrible with them and his friends had been making fun of him ever since. He immediately becomes shy when he tries to talk to one, often fidgeting and commonly acting uptight, even talking so fast that they can’t even understand what he’s saying. This doesn’t happen unless he’s must approached by them or when a situation arises that he must approach one. That all changes once he is in a battle though.
ITEMS[/font]
- Survival Knife (Never used as a weapon)
- His
awesomecrimson jacket and clothes - Berserker Arm;; When Vladimir’s anger is at its maximum limit, the Berserker Arm glows crimson red, his eyes turn blood red, and distinct mist that smells like blood surrounds him. This infuses the warrior with an otherworldly rage and blood thirst that is nearly unstoppable. In return he loses all sense of sanity, reason, and pain for a the amount of time depending on how much strength and speed he gains from this demonic limb that he is attached with on his left arm. Some say it’s a curse, but others say it’s a gift given to a god sent warrior like him (lulz). To Vladimir, it's a reminder for him not to look back to the past, a scar, no a curse that's been marked on him in attempts to bring back something from the past. When this arm activates he will gain more strength as he levels up.
x2 the strength and speed;; Level 1-5 (6 posts and 3 post cool down)
x3 the strength and speed;; Level 5-10 (6 posts and 4 post cool down)
x4 the strength and speed;; Level 10-15 and on (10 posts and 6 post cool down)
HISTORY[/font]
Vladimir was born in the lower quarters of Treno, despite his family being in poverty he was considered their fortune. He was a type who would do anything to make others smile, a bright young boy who hoped to become a knight. He lived up to three years in Treno, thus he didn’t exactly remember much; however, Vladimir was well aware that his life was satisfying even if they were at poverty. His parents tried their best to do many good things for him as possible, which often involved homeschooling him even if they lacked the books and equipments for him to learn.[/blockquote]
However, one night changed the course of his life. Swords clashing, fires crackling, and people screaming Vladimir was suddenly woken up by these sudden sounds. A shadowy figure told the child to run and a woman carried him off into the distance, to be quite frank Vladimir barely remembers what happened on that day on the lower quarters of Treno and the faces of his parents. All he knew was that a chaos erupted, corpses were lying on the streets and blood running was so thick that the entire street that he and his mother was running through seemed like a small river. He knew what that something bad would happen if they didn’t stop running, and for the first time in his life Vladimir was so scared that he wet his pants.
Then STAB! A massive bolt impaled through the woman’s back. Vladimir stopped, looking at the corpse of his mother lying right before him dead. He was covered by her warm, crimson blood; he lied under her for hours to a point where smell of death was distinct. It was long after the attack was over and cold, icy snow began to fall. He began to realize that his mother wasn’t going to wake up. He cried for hours, tears welled up in his eyes. Confused, lonely, and cold as he was Vladimir just laid under there, hugging the dead corpse of his beloved mother.
Fortunately, a black mage that happened to be a merchant came across the terrible scenery and heard the cry of a child. It was well aware that the child was alive, and could tell by the corpse on top of him that this woman was his mother. Taking pity on Vladimir, he took him back to the Black Mage village; however, he wasn’t easily accepted as many would think he was. The entire village debated if he should be able to stay or not; after all, he was human and he wasn’t their kind. Ultimately, they came down to a decision that they will send him away once he was old enough and upon agreement the child was erased most of his memories other than his name by that same black mage that took pity on him.
As the years passed, the mage grew closer to Vladimir, which developed into a brotherly relationship between them. The boy considered the black mage to be his best friend that he ever had for the first time in his life, he also grew interest in the magic studies, and thus he taught him several black magic and rituals. During one of the black mage’s teachings by some horrendous mistake Vladimir got most of the memories that he lost back through several painful flashbacks. Due to the side effect, he fell ill for several days as he was struck with reoccurring nightmares about his mother dying right in front of him. He knew that the woman that he kept seeing could be his mother, as soon as he got better Vladimir continued his studied and moved onto the higher forms of magic in hopes to reviving his mother. His skills progressed quickly and every black mage in the village called him a prodigy in magic.
When he reached age 14, Vladimir prepared a ritual to revive his dead mother back from the past while the Black Mage was away. It took him for hours to prepare and get the materials that he needed, but little did he know that this would turn out to be a disaster. As soon as the ritual started waves of black and red energy surrounded him, and in ancient tongue voices inside his head said: ‘Thou hast broken the taboo, receive thy punishment for entering the forbidden domain.’ The dark energy infused into his left arm, leaving in an intense pain to a point where he literally grabbed the knife to kill himself; however, his friend managed to stop him before he committed something terrible.
For five straight days, Vladimir was under such pain that he cried himself to sleep. Once the pain was lifted the energy transformed his left a demonic mutation, something that black mages would know if he committed a taboo. After being through such punishment the arm made him learn not to dwell on the past, but look towards the future and it serves a good lesson for him not to use magic again. Instead of magic, Vladimir trained with the sword with his Black Mage friend.
At the age 18, Vladimir was finally told by the village leader that he had to leave, agreeing without any words he left and he was never to speak of where this place was from with anyone. Upon exiting he was shortly met up with a mercenary group named: ‘Red Corsairs’, but instead of… joining he was rather ‘jumped in’ to the group, so to speak. His test was to ‘fend off against multiple attackers, which was the members of this mercenary group and he had done it with relative ease thanks to the training and talent that he had.
To make the long story short, Vladimir went on several missions to that involved risking his life to protect others, usually acting as a body guard. For two years he roamed around the world, but one day when he went on a mission to eliminate of the bandits that attacked the merchants he found an old sword that was stuck on the ground. He took it with him, and when it was restored back to its original form the sword turned out to be Balmung a massive two-hander that he used ever since he picked it up from its rusty state.
ARBITERS
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FOCUS[/font]
MARK[/font]
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BATTLE
[/font][/center]WEAPONRY[/font]
Balmung (Translated as 'Wrath');; Balmung was known to be a sword that was once used by Siegfried to kill a dragon. The weapon was found by Vladimir when he was walking through a forest during a mission; really it was covered by vines and branches of the trees, stuck on a ground. It’s an old sword that was once covered with rust; however, thanks to the blacksmiths it became restored to its lethal condition once more. The massive blade stands up to 6 feet in length, which obviously towers over Vladimir. Thus, he carries it around in the sheath with a handle in his hand because the sword is so big that he can’t draw it from his back.
STOCKED ABILITIES[/font]
- Haste - A simple spell that increases the attack speed of a single allied target, allowing for two actions every second turn, lasts 4 posts - 2 Post Cooldown - 20 LP
- Launch - Launches the foe into the air and follows up with an attack that does normal damage to an opponent. - 1 post cooldown - 10 LP
- Momentum- Every time an attack lands successfully the attacker is granted an attack power boost of 10%. - Costs 15 LP
- Blitz - An attack that does moderate damage to all enemies within five feet of the attacker. - 2 post cooldown - 10 LP
BREAKING LIMIT[/font]
Requiem;;
“Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine,
et lux perpetua luceat eis.
In memoria aeterna erit iustus:
ab auditione mala non timebit.”
In latin he repeats those lyrics as he attacks his enemies before him. By tapping into the power of his left demonic arm his speed and strength increases beyond of his berserk state; however, this does not make him lose his sanity, reason, or the feeling of pain. During his attacks he moves so fast that he merely looks like a blur to his enemies, making him very hard to hit and keep track of when he is in this state. This lasts for short period of time, but because of the sudden changes in his body he can be mildly fatigued upon usage of the ability. (4 posts, and 7 post cool down) Upon ending this technique he would be able to unleash several other abilities that links up to it, which he would learn as he grows stronger and develop throughout the story.
- Crimson Storm;;
- Bloody Circle;;
- Gore Cross;;
- Crimson Requiem;;
FACE CLAIM
[/font][/center][b]Blazblue[/b] --- Ragna the Bloodedge --- [b]Vladimir Ilossa[/b]
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