"My name is Motomeru Kyojin. Motomeru means seeking and Kyojin means Giant, Seeking Giant. My mother gave me my first name and my second father gave me my last name. However many call me Mot or Momo."
"Many have asked me that because I won't cut my hair. I am a man, so please don't ask anymore."
"I am 30, about to turn 31 three days from now."
"Must you really ask. I am taller than a tree so the answer should be obvious. You cant be that oblivious? I am a Giant, as if my size wasn't a sign at all."
"Hello hello. If I had to give you a brief description on what I wear it would have to be some long black pants made from black panther fur. My shirt is long and white, very thin actually so I can be cold and warm at the same time. As for shoes, I don't really like wearing any so I go barefoot. Since I'm a giant I'm durable, so ruble wont hurt me , and I don't cut easily. Ah right, my hair is long and black, sort of hangs over my shoulders and rest on my chest. It's long in the back so I have to put it up in pony tails most of the time. As for anything extra, I have black finger nails and my eyes are like the burning flames that dance in the night.
"Where to begin, I guess I'll start with how I came to be. My mother was a rather beautiful giant, who was taller than any of the other woman in our village. My father was smaller than her so they usually made fun of her for finding such a puny man. Despite their harsh words my mother married my father and had me. This was in the world known to be as Gaia. I was a baby, a real cry baby. Every time I got hurt I cried, every time someone made fun of me I cried, every time people took my things I cried. I was called a girl, and my hair kept getting pulled on. My mother coddled me and told me everything was ok. I thought she was right but things just got even worse. One day two females walked into our village, only to stay for two days to get rest. One was rather old and seemed to have a hunched back, while the other was rather young and was like the very fire that I admired every night.
As one of the few giants who were still small enough to be eye leveled with others , I was sent off to be the host of the new guest. I still remember the day like it was yesterday. She was small, red haired with eyes like fire. Every time I stared it to them it felt like I was dancing with them. She had flames of justice and was always upbeat. She could never hold her temper well and it seemed that she was apart of the old world. At first she scared me, she was too happy, to mobile. She was loud and out of control half the time. Trying to burn anyone who spoke bad of the old world. She was hilarious. Being with her changed me I think. I was less scared of things, stopped crying over things, and went on more adventures. To me she was like an angel that fell from the sky. She was there to change me so out of comfort and protection I labeled her as my hero, my god. When I went to go ask her to be by her side, she denied me. She said be your own man.
When she left I felt as though that light had burned out. The village went back to its old normal ways but not I. I continued my adventures, training to become strong. I vowed that when I see her again, I'll be her protector, someone who could stand equal to her, thought that is nothing but a small fraction in my story. A few years had passed since her arrival, and I had grown even taller than I was before. My mother had finally caved in to the peer pressure that the other woman where feeding her, and so she decided to re marry. My second father was quite the Giant, taller than my mother and much bulkier than my first father. Out of spite and hate , my father left the house that he was allowed to stay in and became the village drunk. Of course due to my last name being changed no one linked me to my first father so he was more like the annoying meat between your teeth. I never really did talk to him, only because he was never really like a father. My second father, Bran helped me out with many things, like daily chores and ways to protect myself. Besides the girl who had came he had also gotten me into adventures, and had told me stories of other places that are unlike the one I live in.
Basically it was just a transition from a horrible life into a more better one. When I turned 20 I left off on adventure in search of many things, like different types of food, people, landscapes. I also want to find the one who came to the village. What was her name again..as yes Piras.
"The only magi I can bend is earth, other than that nothing."
Hair - As any true dwarf, a beard, although not yet lengthy with age it's still mandatory.
Color - Halstein's hair is dark red, his eyes are brown and his skin is a dark olive, tanned from the desert sun.
Although the Ramic lineage isn't one of riches, wealth and status it would not be strange to come across those who'd recognise the name. Because of their ideals the Ramic family is spread across the continent unhindered by eachother or those around them. The dwarves of said family had one simple principle in life, all were aloud to strive for any life they sought for. The only constraint was the obligation that children brang with them. A Ramic was to give their children the best shot at life without prohibiting their own choices. This meant preparing them for a world that had enough possibilities to scare even the most hardened of gamblers away.
Halstein was born the son of a travelling merchant in the desert trade-hub, Ethym. Being the son of a trader wasn't the most pleasant things one could strive for as a child. From the get go he had been thrown into the world of adults where earning a profit and showing ones worth was on the top of everyone's priority-list. Being dragged alongside his father, Freidrich, quickly taught him that nothing could be achieved without some form of instigation.
His father, being a dwarf himself, would naturally visit the bars, not only to dampen his throat from the blazing desert winds, but to gain knowledge that would otherwise slip away. Said news was easily absorbed by the young ears that were ever so curious about the world that Halstein had been born into. He quickly learnt the common tongue of those around him and found interest some of the more exotic things of the world, magic and its principles.
He had seen how easily the wind could move around the copious amounts of sand in the desert and how it'd batter ones skin. On the long journeys across the trade routes he'd spend his time trying to figure out how to mimic said wind. Having questioned all those around him about their knowledge and there own theories of how the wind worked he slowly reached his goal.
At the age of ten, after three uneventful years of painstaking trial and error, he managed to conjure up a means to mimic the breeze. It was all down to air-pressure, if one could move the atoms out of one spot then more would fill its space from another. The next three years were spent mastering and making the magic more efficient. Since air on earth is primarily nitrogen he'd only have to focus on said atom, moving the rest would be end up being to wasteful compared to the gains.
Freidrich knew far too well that his son would undoubtedly seek some alternative lifestyle than that of a never resting merchant, constantly pondering whether or not they next trade would be equally as bountiful. Therefore he decided to begin training Halstein at the age of thirteen, partly for his own sake but also for his own, as there were rumours brewing of a slowly increasing number of bandit attacks. To break the news Freidrich welcomed Halstein into the rows of the adults at the age of thirteen with his first taste of alcohol. Call it a bribe if you will but what interested Halstein more was the possibility of mastering yet another art, not to say the acknowledgement didn't tickle his fancy.
His father bought two shields and two wooden swords to begin their training. He was also put on a strict schedule that was to be carried out every day to build the muscle and reflexes needed to survive. Everyday he'd spar with his father whom had a surprising talent with the sword and nearly as adept with his shield. As they trained Halstein began forming up ways to apply his primitive wind magic to the martial arts.
By the age of eightteen his training had reached it's peak, his father could no longer improve his sons skills, only maintain them. Having fulfilled his obligation, Freidrich decided it was time for Halstein to leave the roost. They returned to Ethym and frequented the bar together once more. Freidrich slid the mug of ale across the bars worn wooden top, along with it came a weighty leather bag. His father took a sip of his own and said:
"Alright me lad, from today onwards I ain't gonna drag you on an old mans journey no longer. This'll be the last you see of me, I trust you'll fair fine out there. Whenever you have kids, make sure to treat them fairly."
The news was surprising but was to be expected, Freidrich had raised him to be prepared for nigh anything in the adult world. He been taken care of for eightteen years without any incentive besides kinship and love. It was now he'd return his fathers favour at let him live his life unbound by obligation once again.
"Thanks, I guess." Halstein smiled and gulped down a mean bit of ale and continued. "I'll be sure to make ye' proud. I've got the perfect thing to put my skills to use on." The rumours of bandits preying on caravans around Ethym was something that people had taken to heart. Surely they would be at least one trader who would secure his belongings by paying for an escort.
Finishing off his beverage he pocketed the leather bag and said he possibly final farewells to his father. Stepping out of the bar he headed for the nearest armour and weapons trader that he trusted to give a good deal. With the gifted money he was able to purchase a getup that would both be practical and effective. A thick breastplate, shield and a full set of leather to be worn underneath would provide ample protection for his vitals. He also picked out an axe, sword and a wide dagger to keep his chances in battle high. He bought a small swag that would serve him well in a lapse of jobs.
Halstein adorned his nearly bought gear and went looking for jobs. He could live for another week if things went bad having been set back four fifths of his payment from his purchases. Things however did not end with him starving in the dry desert without a nickel to his name. He landed a job alongside two other bodyguards. They were to protect a rather wealthy looking trader on his travels through the desert.
Needless to say things did not go as planned. Their payroll seemed a bit off from the very beginning, though it would be expected if the good were equally important. The two bodyguards accompanying him gave good insight on their lives. They had plenty of time to chat while sitting in the back of the caravan as it strolled through the harsh desert. Without much of a warning the caravan came to a sudden halt after a good five hours journey out of Ethym. The two bodyguards grabbed their weaponry and sprang out from caravan expecting bandits to soon arrive.
A quick snap was heard as they emerged from the caravan. Standing in front of him was the third bodyguard who had been put on watch and three ragged fools with grins from ear to ear as their rags for clothes were blowing in the wind. Motionless on the floor beside him was the second bodyguard who he had just been speaking to for the past hour. He had an arrow clean through his forehead and had fallen face first into the hot sand. The culprit of his first mates murder was non-other than his employer. They had most likely figured a dwarf could not put up as much of a fight and had left him for last.
A quick gust of wind wipped across his face and two of the bandits lept forward to begin their slaughter. Halstein gripped his shield firmly in his right hand as the first bandit swung down on him. As sword collided he lowered air pressure the right side of his shield, parrying the blade violently off. Without any mercy Halstein twisted his hips and sent his axes into the left side of the bandits torso, sending him to the ground. Having lost his axe inside the other bandits ribcage, he unseathed his sword as he spun around to meet the other bandit approaching him. Shifting the air pressure around his shield he quickly spun to the left to meet the bandits thrust and pushing it upwards and creating an opening for his strike into the bandits neck. Having dispatched two of the five traitors he was given a small break to let the situation sink in.
Halstein charged forward, heading straight for the bastard that had caused this. As he charged through the bandits he kicked as much sand as possible and sent it whirling towards the bodyguard and his mate as a distraction. Without slowing down he slammed into the lieing fool that had hired him and felled him, letting shield slip upwards and onto his cranium before apply his full bodyweight. The last two bandits rubbed the sand out of their eyes and dashed back towards the caravan and took off. Their leader most likely stood for paying them aswell and the only way they could secure their pay now was by taking it.
Looting the corpses of the bandits and what little his fellow bodyguard had on him he began his long treck back to Ethym. Halstein would of been far past exhaustion by the time he made it back to Ethym if it were not for him being climated to the harsh weather that the desert would frequantly throw at it's residents. He weapons and armor now stained with evidence of his experaince he stumbled into the first bar he met and ordered a meal and beverage before telling his story to those of the inn.
The next two years were then spent on fulfilling his role as a bodyguard. He certainly earned his keep with his employers as the the bandit attacks increased as he aged. His name quickly spread through Ethym as it would be here his bodyguarding was centered. Although mans lust for power and wealth was great it was not something he wished to base his proffession around if need be. He had heard many tales of The White Tower as of young and as he grew older. If he succesfully dungeon dove into the tower he'd surely return with a good headstart in life and begin a career more relaxed.
This brings us to the present. Halstein is looking for a way to The White Tower be it with friends or on his own. Having prepared his belongings with plenty of rations and lager he'd seek out the tower.
(If my interpretation of magic is wrong please say so )
Accepted. I'll add you to the character list. You're the last one we will be accepting for now. Good to finally have a dwarf on this team of misfits! I'll PM you in a bit so that we make discuss the details.
Aria (Wind) Savisat, don't, just don't call me Ari, or something bad will happen.
Female, Wait, ok, we're good.
I dunno? Ask someone who cares. (26)
Aemel, can't you tell, I have fricken ears.
Aria is short, standing at 5-1 feet and 97 pounds, she is considered petie, her ears are the only thing big about her, bear ears, at least are usually big. Aria goes around in baggy white cotton trousers, leather boots and light green shirts, she has long brown hair and green eyes, she never leaves home without her 4 daggers.
Born of the legandary hunter Tatakoushi, Aria has never been alone, training with her father everyday and then some, Aria has learnt how to move silently throught wherever she wants, that's she she is called Wind.
Then came that fateful day when everything came crashing down. It was a dark stormy night, Aria had just turned 17 a month ago, and it was only her and her father home.
"Dad?" Aria asked drowsily, having heard a thump, just minutes before. Aria carefully ventured downstairs, after not have hearing her father ask "What", at the last step of the stairs, she heard a scream, then silence, then horrible laughters, Aria rubbed her eyes "Daddy?" She asked quietly, fear corrupting her voice, she reached for the dagger dad kept under the steps.
"Hello, child"
Aria screamed and turned around, faced with a demon, holding her dads head. Aria screamed once again, and fainted.
Three hours later she awoke to a burning village, and hundreds of dead corpses. She has never been the same since.
Her favorite food is pineapple, and her favorite drink is whiskey
Ray Elias, his first stems from his home Kingdom Raynworth and his last is actually the name of his real parents
Male
17
Human(technically)
He never knew about his real family. He only knew his name and that he was somehow adopted by the Setsuno clan shortly after being blessed by the Fifth Goddess. The Setsuno clan are about the number 2 family in Raynworth and rumored to have blood ties with the royal family.They are a prestigious clan that doesn't often accept commoners but Ray was an exception because he was blessed that much was obvious from the energy that radiated from him, which made him worthy of even being apart of the Royal family. So he raised as a member of the Setsuno clan.
As a kid he did much meditating trying to connect to the third layer rather than deal with all the magic formula nonsense that only seemed to give him headaches. Just as well he was told something that later became a basis for his magic, that everyone has the possibility to be anything. This made him want to be a lot of things suddenly with this direction his sense of magic began to develop. Eventually when he had reach the age of 13 he'd begun to transform into things he wanted be. This talent revealed itself one day when he stumbled upon one of the Rayworth Princesses in all her beauty under attack by what seemed skilled warriors that just couldn't control themselves. Ray placed himself between the attackers and the princess. She made a remark about him coming to her rescue like a guardian angel and one of his attackers remarked that he could never be such a thing. This caused his transformation magic to manifest itself turning him into a warrior that resembles an angel which allowed him to defeat his foes easily. The princess did a great job of showing her gratitude afterwards. She asked him if he ever Dungeon Dived before and of course the answer was no. This lead him to go and try Dungeon Diving.
He found out that he actually liked it the sense of adventure and he learned that one could obtain untold riches doing this. So he's been a Dungeon Diver for about 3 years then.
He uses transformation magic. He calls upon magi from the third layer and commands it with his will to turn him into what he wants to be. Of course the more powerful the transformation the more magi it requires. Even with the large amount of inner magi Ray possesses consecutive transformations can easily tire him out. The exhaustion from it is a subconscious fail safe designed to knock him out before his magi reaches zero. These forms grant Ray different powers and skills. The key to acquiring new transformations is actually quite random for it can be anything from a simple inspiring phrase at the right moment to sheer force of will.
Transformations List(Will Make sure to keep updated)
Angel: This form adopts the form of a hooded angel with wings sprouting from his back. In this form he's able to use the powers of Angel Physiology. He's able to use the elements of light, fire, and lightning though their all angelic white. His senses and body become enhanced. He's able to manifest angel wings and weapons. He also able use purification.
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