Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2016 0:14:52 GMT -5
Rye
Name: Rye
Age: Nineteen.
Gender: Male.
Race: Konatsian.
Homeworld: Konats.
Starting Planet: Earth.
Appearance:
Hailing from the planet Konats, Rye is a moderately sized, well built male who dons a magnificent and mystical aire to him. Standing at nearly five nine in stature, his height towers over few but hulks in strength and intimidation. From the head down, Rye wears emerald green hair that is naturally styled in that of a Mohawk. One of his spikes hanging forward while the rest seem to fall back. On his head, he wears a crown of sorts, golden and wrapping around the back of his cranium. His skin is also a pale peach color, spanning across all of his person. His eyes, are a brilliant gold as well. Like most Konats, his ears are also quite long and pointed, the accessory of an earring worn on the right ear. He lacks any distinguishable scars or markings aside from a rather large scar vertically across the right side of his mouth.
Clothing wise, Rye appears to don the garb of heroes. A deep blue tunic with red lining on it and shoulder pauldrons that appear apart of the tunic. Almost as if he hailed from the North Quadrant! A notable accessory he wears is his large scarf, wrapped around his neck and covering his neck, chin, mouth and part of his nose. Underneath his tunic, he wears a black bodysuit that seems to hug his skin enough to define his muscle. On each bicep, a similar ring is worn appearing very much so like his crown. On his waist, a crimson red sash. He does, in fact, wear large, baggy pants on his legs. Beige in color and blue and red boots worn on both feet. On each hand, a pair of deep red gloves that appear to be fingerless. Notable additions to his costume appear to be an iron long sword. A black bandage wrapped around the handle and a silver handguard beneath the blade. Also, a harp! Golden and curving at the ends with gentle strings to strum.
Backstory:
A warrior with a thirst for wisdom and need for worth.
Native to planet Konats, Rye: a Mystical Warrior caste, had also wanted immense knowledge and wisdom to guide him to everlasting glory. A practice done by most other swordsmen within his pocket of the small planet. However, Rye had taken his journey a bit too far. The story behind him quite the tale, indeed, and spanning as far as millennia prior to even his own time.
Before Rye, tales of greatness had become a thing of popularity within the community of Konats. Speaking of wondrous heroes who utilized swords and instruments to defeat great and legendary demons. These tales expanding and increasing in lore and detail as the years had gone by. From but one mystical hero to three, to five, to nine and so on. The demon's appearance and strength always changing drastically. Some stories entailing that the gigantic monstrosity was in the form of a decaying skeletal like body, lacking wings or a carcass where others told that the demon wore a golden exoskeleton and had gigantic black horns and terrifying fangs and wings the size of cities. But, even as they changed people believed. Never doubting the stories or the existence of these mystic warriors. The mention of these fables play heavily into the tale of Rye. Hence their mentioning.
Born to the southern quadrant of Konats, Rye was placed into the warrior caste. Taking a heavy liking to swords and weaponry that involved close combat and meleeing. As any child would, growing accustomed to swinging sticks and batons around while playing with his fellow Konatsian. Around the age of five, the kid had heard his first fable. Like Earth children, when put to sleep. The idea of a man of his own kin slaying beasts implanted and set deep into his brain. A small tree sprouting as the years had gone on. Blossoming as he progressed into young childhood, and tweenhood and early teenagehood. His mastery of the sword growing exponentially. A sense of arrogance also seeded into his head due to his expertise. Outperforming many and challenging all who thought they could beat or stand on par with him. He felt as though he was the only true warrior on the planet. Even as far as to challenge his own teacher. An elderly man who, although, was in the greater ages still delivered a swift punishment to his pupil. A swift battle that resulted in a heavy handed blow given to the cocky teenager's mouth. Across his lips, a pale and pink scar that caused utter pain when a single word was ushered after the bout. Even after healing, a punishing surge of pain blows vividly through his mouth. The details following this bout are quite simple and able to be summarized:
In order to regain worth and respect, Rye must have shown humility and defended something either assigned to him or near and dear. Alas, he had nothing to his name to defend and was thusly sent to, well, Earth. Where he had been living for quite some time and lives, even now.
Techniques
Offense Tiers
- [OT-1] 判 Sabaku No Wa Ore No Ken Da!
[Deals 25% | PROJECTION TAKES DAMAGE AND CAN BE DENIED OR BLOCKED.]
[li][OT-2] 判 SNWONKD!! II[/li]
Launching a projection of himself forward, Rye's astral like body begins slashing a number of times at the opponent!
[Deals 50% | PROJECTION TAKES DAMAGE AND CAN BE DENIED OR BLOCKED.]
[li][OT-1] Courageous Slash[/li]
Rye leaps into his opponent and assaults them with a flurry of slashes from his sword.
[25%]
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Support Tiers
- [ST-1] Telepathy
[Used to speak to others without voice, can only speak if he is allowed access to his target's mind.]
[li][ST-1] Healing[/li]
Give back to the community- Even if it takes some of your own!
[Heals minor wounds and injuries.]
[li][ST-2] Healing Deus[/li]
Play doc and aid those in serious need!
[Heals more severe wounds and injuries.]
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Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
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