Fandom Fallen from Grace - Characters

[Midnight Paragon]

Here is where we will submit all our characters. Please try to keep this thread clean of all other stuff besides characters. You may add upon this sheet if you'd like to put more.

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Faction:
(Samurai, Viking, Knight, Wu Lin, Independent)

Class:
(Can be canon or original)

Weapon(s):
(Just a basic description. Can be actual in game unlocks or your own creations.)

Appearance:
(Can be a description, a picture, or even the armors and colors of the game.)

Personality:
(Likes, dislikes, how they usually act, etc.)

History:
(Optional. Some stories are better told via the actual rp.)

Battle Cries:
(Optional. What your character might say during the heat of combat.)

Execution(s):
(A basic description of how your character kills enemy Heroes. Can be Executions from the game or your own creations.)

Theme(s):
(Optional. Songs that might help define your character. Mainly for fun.)

Other:
(Miscellaneous information you want to include. Optional.)​

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Name:
Ryujin Majima

Age:
31

Gender:
Male

Faction:
Samurai

Class:
Kensei

Weapon(s):
An Uchigatana, held with both hands. The hilt is black with a pink cherry blossom pattern, and the guard is a golden square with small design details similar to waves. The blade itself is curved more than normal, with the design of a koi fish carved on its side.

Appearance:

Stands at 5'11, weighs in at about 186 lbs. His armor is a pale yellow with red highlights, and his helmet is much like the Tanuki Helm. Underneath the armor, his hair is a plain black, held up in the classic samurai tail, and his skin pale. His face is tired and scarred, and his brown eyes reflect the terrors he has both seen and given.

Personality:
Ryujin is a no nonsense kind of man. He has almost no sense of humor and prefers to focus on the task at hand rather than distract himself. When hes not training, hes reading about how to better lead his troops or practicing strategies on his war maps. However, he is rather over emotional, as much as he tries to hide it. Words alone can be enough just to anger him.
In battle, he is a cold, calculating warrior, and he shows very little, if any, mercy to his enemies. There have been exceptions, but those are rare.

History:
Ryujin is the current head of the now defunct Majima clan. His clan was perhaps the mightiest in all the Samurai land, until a surprise attack from the Blackstones took everything from him. He was brought before Apollyon only after killing twenty five of her best men. He was prepared to die, but Apollyon did not grant him that kindness. Instead, she threw him into the swamp with naught but his blade, and bade him to seek her out once again...if he lived that long. Ryujin barely survived the swamps, making it back to another clan, who thankfully nursed him back to health. When he was back on his feet, he used the last of his resources and favors to send messengers over all the realms; he wanted warriors, and he cared not the kind nor faction. If they would fight with him against Apollyon, he would fight with them. His desire to see this woman dead would be the fire that keeps this would-be husk of a man standing...

Battle Cries:
"Shine!" (Die!)
"Face your fate!"
"Your time has come!"
"Nothing but ashes!"

Execution(s):
-The Blossom Falls-
Ryujin pulls his blade across the enemy's stomach, who falls to their knees grasping the slice. He walks to the side, lines up their head, and with one quick chop, their head rolls tothee floor, Ryujin wiping off the blade.

Theme(s):


Other:
Ryujin has a great love and passion for music. He will open up much easier with the subject being music.​

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Name:
Percival Evenwood
Age:
26
Gender:
Male
Faction:
Knight

Class:
Warden

Weapon(s):


Appearance:
Face:

Armor:


Personality:
Percival was, and still is, in many ways, the ideal knight. Polite, compassionate, respectful, and chivalrous. But he's...changed. What was once a spunky knight ready to make his mark on the world is a broken man haunted by the visions of his past, of the man he could have been. He misses his wife with every passing day, and barely withholds from drinking himself to an early grave without her.

History:
The bastard son of a noble, Percy never had a chance to be like his father, having lived on a farm for most of his childhood. He was always told stories of the Wardens, guardians of peace and justice, wielding their longswords against the enemies of God. He got his wish to join them when one passed through the town, and offered the boy the chance to become his squire. Years of training later led to Percy finally being knighted, becoming one of the last of a great order. His skills landed him a spot in the Red Templars, a Legion known for it's honor and integrity. Life was going wonderfully for Percival. He received several commendations for his valor, the rank of Captain, and soon married a fellow Warden named Elyse, who bore them a daughter soon after. But then, war came. Appolyon came. Like many Legions, the Red Templars were absorbed by the Blackstone Legion, under the pretense that they would simply return to their Legion's after the threat was quelled. While Percy loyally served at first, he soon saw the true purpose of the Blackstone's during their raid on the Viking food supply. He heard the screams of men and women alike that night, his mind scarred with the image of the long house burning. He was left a broken man after this, leaving the Blackstone's and heading back home to go back to farming, with Elyse joining him. He about a year or so on the farm, before he received a letter from a Kensei, asking for his aid. Though reluctant, Percy saw this as a sign from God, his last chance to redeem himself, and face down his past. So, he donned his armor, grabbed his sword, and said his goodbyes to the two most important women in his life, hoping that he could finally let go of his past.

Battle Cries:
And so the die is cast.
"Incumbuī!" (I will bring my sword down upon you!)

Execution(s):
Moment of Silence
Blackstone Bash
Spinning Decapitation
Guts then Chop

Theme(s):


Other:
His daughter's name is Gwendolyn, and he has a fear of bees.​

 

[Unchosen]

Name: Akuma Nosaiyo


Age: 25


Gender: Female


Faction: Independent Former Samurai


Class: Pardoner


Weapon: Executioner's Slimsword: a long broadsword with a thin yet wide blade. Consists of small holes towards the top of the blade for quicker swings, a hilt to avoid mishaps, and a sturdy handle.

Appearance: A hardly aged face vacant of blemishes or scars. Slimly built allowing for agile movements. Stands around 5'5". Bears her brother's training armor.

Personality: Akuma takes a portion of her beliefs and personality from her Oriental culture and tradition, yet opposes the way the samurai fight. She's a reserved, polite and opinionated young lady who prides herself in her manners; speaks only if spoken to. As for participation in battle, Akuma refuses to kill, using non-lethal methods to incapacitate or cripple her foes.

History: Akuma was born in a superbly wealthy family closely related to royalty. Her family raised her to take over as mother of the home, practicing cooking and cleaning in the home while her brother, Katsume, trained to be an elite samurai. After adolescence, Akuma and Katsume grew very close, exchanging skills they learned over the years. Nearing the climax of the war between factions, Katsume began secretly teaching Akuma to handle a sword and bear armour. Their lessons ended short when their family discovered them and deemed them deviant; an atrocity reasonable of banishment. Instead, Akuma took the blame for her brother's wrong doings and was exiled alone, where she wanders in hopes of refuge with her brother's sword and armour.

Battle Cries:
"Stay back!"
"Surrender!"

Execution: None

Theme(s):


Other: Akuma spends off hours practicing her flute, as it is one of few things that distracts her from the world around her.

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Rusty of Shackleford
Very well made, I like it! Accepted.

Unchosen
I like this one as well. It may come to pass that she will have to kill to survive, though. Oh, your Theme link is also a bit wonky too; cant seem to get it to open up.

 

[Unchosen]

Rusty of Shackleford
Very well made, I like it! Accepted.

Unchosen
I like this one as well. It may come to pass that she will have to kill to survive, though. Oh, your Theme link is also a bit wonky too; cant seem to get it to open up.

I'll work on fixing my theme sometime soon. And I think the pacifist characteristic will prove it's worth more times than not, but we'll see what happens.

 

[Midrick]

Name
Drake Aramaius

Age
26

Gender
Male

Faction
Knight

Class
Conqueror

Weapon


Appearance
Standing tall at 6'2, Drake has the build of a well conditioned soldier, and well defined musculature. Although large, he is deceptively agile. The only blemish marring his otherwise untouched face is a deep scar slicing vertically down his right eyebrow that then hooks right near the top of his cheekbone.





Personality
Drake, for lack of better words resents most things in life, as a result from the things he had to endure before he was a conqueror has left him bitter and jaded. Whenever someone pushes him to the point of anger his state of being emotionless changes into a burning rage. He has begun to display sadistic tendencies in battle, often enjoying causing suffering to an opponent in battle before moving in for the kill. He has a burning hate for anyone in an aristocratic position or belonging to nobility.

Bio
Drake was born to humble beginnings. The son of a blacksmith and servant to a kind lord, he learned from a young age how to work metal into useful tools from his father, knowing eventually he would replace him at the lords manor. Drake was always interested in fighting, first learning pankration, but then moving into armed fighting. His father highly disapproved of this and forced home to stop. He continued to train in secret with one of the knights of the manor, learning basic sword techniques and skills. One day another lord arrived, with his son, Drakes own lord had a daughter, who he had occasionally stolen looks at. Later that night he heard a struggle in the stables when he was returning from his session with the knight. When he approached he saw the other lords son struggling with the daughter of Drake's lord. Drake approached, but failed to notice the two armed guards of the rival lord standing guard. They attacked him with intent to kill, but he managed to kill both of them. He had moved on to the lords son, who Drake properly assumed was attempting to rape the daughter of his lord. Before Drake could kill him more guards restrained him. In his fight the son had sliced at his right eye, missing, but still scarring him.

Although most knew of his innocence, including his lord, he was a commoner, and the son was a noble. There was no chance he would be found innocent, which he was promptly declared guilty and scheduled for execution. The lord however, didn't have his own connections. Instead of being executed, Drake was sent to prison, some would argue a fate worse than death. He was in prison form the time he was 16 to 20. By then he had been hardened and scarred beyond return, after four years in prison a legion came through the region his prison was in. After a major conflict, they were exhausted and starved for new recruits. They press ganged the prisoners to act as infantry, what they really were was meat shields. But Drake survived countless battles with the legion, which he was eventually told was the lightning legion, one of the most renowned desert legions in ashfeld. After impressing enough of the high command in the legion he was promoted and given the training to become one of the elite conquerors in the legion. After a few more years of battling and training, Drake was considered one of the best in the legion period. That was around the point the Blackstone legion rose to power. As the Iron legion declined, the lightning and blackstone's were the two biggest legions left. Apollyon in her quest of survival of the fittest, attacked the lightning legion, while it was a close fight all the way, the lightning legion lost. Either the survivors being absorbed by the Blackstone legion, or being executed. Drake was a fighter, and managed to escape, killing some of Apollyon's best in his escape. He fled to the desert, considered suicide by most, but due to his extended time with his legion in it, he was an expert in survival in that clime. After, he roamed the battlefields on his own, leaving a trail of scorched earth and bodies. He eventually killed a man who had a letter from a Kensei, looking to recruit warriors to fight Apollyon. He set off to find the man, and get revenge against the warmonger.

Battle cry's
Te Affligem (I'll crush you)
Lacerant elides (rip and tear)
Suck it
Aduro (burn)

Executions
Inverted hangman
Spiked punch
Get off
Neck adjustment
-Drake grabs the opponents hand and whips them backwards, when their momentum reaches its peak he whips them back toward him and knee strikes them, doubling them over, he then pulls one of their arms in between their legs and hooks their other arm, contorting their upper body, he then lifts and turns their body before pile driving them, breaking their neck.

(If description was not good enough)


Theme


Other/s
none


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[Midnight Paragon]

Midrick
Looks good. I'll accept it.

Unchosen Rusty of Shackleford
We have enough people to start up the main RP. I'll be trying to get that up today along with an OOC thread.

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Yay!