Post by NIRO EHREN LYNCH on Aug 18, 2011 13:47:37 GMT -5
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AGE: 20.
GENDER: Male.
RACE: Hybrid (Hylian/Human) - Hylian Dominant.
BATTLE ROLE: Melee/Magic DPS.
BATTLE STYLE: Story, LS.
OCCUPATION: Hybrid Sentinel Consul.
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good.
ALLIANCE: The Light.
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I COULDN'T SEE A THING,
TILL I SHUT MY EYES!
Niro doesn't really look like an assassin, or even warrior a from the outside. He is thin and kind of unassuming, with soft pale skin. However, he has strong, lean muscles, that have been built slim to his body. If one were to touch said muscles, they would feel something akin to marble, which is hardest around his calves, abs, and upper arms. This body, about 5'11” and about 147lbs, is built for combat and conflict, speed and strength. His hair is pure white and spikes slightly. It is very long, as Niro let's it grow out longer and longer has he ages. If one were to see Niro day after day they would notice his eyes change color. They vary in shades and hues of blue and gray, sometime getting so dark they become a pale or even stormy gray. However, a majority of the time his eyes are a shade of blue.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:
Not surprisingly, Niro's most distinguishing feature is his white hair. He's had it since childhood, and it's a completely natural color, free of dies and such. Strangely, both of his parents had white, curly hair, as compared to his white, straight hair. Niro likes to take care of it, cleaning it so it has a nice, soft silky touch. Another distinguishing feature is Niro's tattoo, which is a blood red color. It appears as a crude five underneath his left eye, goes over the eyelid, and becomes an inverted pentagram above. Niro got it as a symbol of his rebirth as a different person and to cover an old scar. Speaking of scars, Niro has a big ol' one going down the middle of his chest, originating from around the right of his neck. This came from a particularly violent assassination Niro almost botched. He's also got swirling, tribal inspired tattoos on both shoulders and going halfway down his arms. Niro bears marks of his mixed heritage in his slightly pointed, albeit not so large, ears, and his willowy appearance. His hair often covers his ears, so many people believe he is a particularly thin human.
CLOTHES:
Despite his position as a Hybrid Sentinel Consul, Niro does not wear the full suit of armor, instead incorporating it into his usual armor styles. He clads himself in tight fitting argent leather armor to allow full range of motion. The leather is dyed a rather dark gray with mottled tones of lighter grays and black to break up the human shape in darkness, as black is distinctly outlined by careful eyes in shadows or at night. The top bears a collar reaching halfway up his neck and a series of black buttons. The left breast bears a small zipper pocket in which Niro may carry of a little change or herbs, and other small items. His pants are leather and also tight fitting, constantly tucked into leather boots, all of similar coloring. Niro also has a jacket to be worn over top. The jacket itself isn't just a jacket, more like a kind of fusion between a jacket and a traveler's cloak. It bears a spiky furred cowl with a small masquerade mask attached. Niro has various masks of various colors like white, gold, gray, and black. The jacket bears the Triforce symbol in a dark gray, set between Niro's shoulder blades, small enough to not mess up the camouflage, but large enough to bear the symbol with pride. When wearing the jacket, Niro also affixes a gauntlet from his knight armor around his right hand, painted to blend in with the rest of his outfit, in which he wields his blade, and a sheet of chain mail, from the same set, hidden under his clothes. He only wears the jacket and its accessories if he is serious and things are about to get real.
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I NEVER KNEW A THING,
TILL I LOST MY MIND!
DISLIKES: People smarter than him, bitchy folk, people who think they're all that, posers, boisterous people, bragging, cooked tomatoes, cooked carrots, being outwitted, not expecting something (trap, ambush, etc), stupid people, men who think with their cocks, fatties, uber tall people, body-builder types, snooty people, nightmares.
HOBBIES: Smoking and chilling.
PERSONALITY: Niro leads a life of endurance; a natural born survivor, he adapts easily to most situations as they come and handling near anything despite the circumstances. This aspect of personality is a great thing for a warrior to possess, for their lifestyles often put them on the front lines against highly-dangerous foes. Despite this, Niro is still a rather laid-back and fun loving individual; he is almost always seen with a light grin, and enjoys many activities like sports, smoking cigars, and reading. He is sociable and enjoys the company of others, and is known to be rather humorous. Like many of his guild, Niro is rather patriotic and has a strong sense of nationalism in his country and lady, Princess Zelda. He takes in duty rather seriously, as a way to atone for his sins, although that doesn't mean he'll joke around or be entirely serious all the time.
Friends come easily to Niro, with his open and charismatic approach to peoples of all kinds, ally, rival, or otherwise. Relationships are easily made with jokes and wit, He values the lives and relationships of all his friends, despite how long he's known them, their abilities, and their origin. Because of this, he is as likely to make a friend out of a Fairy or Zora as he is to make of another hybrid. Niro is also very blunt, a trait that often opens as well as closes doors for him. He never likes to bullshit or skirt around what he's trying to say or explain, because he simply does not like that happening to him. He can seem a bit unemotional because of this, but the truth is that he does care genuinely for all. Niro is a natural flirt, hitting on quite possibly every attractive woman similar to his age, and receiving mixed results. He is usually good with the ladies and has had quite a few relationships in the past, though he rather enjoys the freedom of being single, unless there is someone particular he cares deeply for.
Niro has a competitive, never-back-down approach to life as well. Defiant to the end, he will never quit, no matter the odds or forces against him. He can be seen as reckless for this reason, charging into combat in an almost foolhardy manner. And yet it only seems like that, for Niro is ever planning and plotting. This also makes him seem very confident, or extremely overconfident. The truth is, Niro trusts himself and his abilities, but also knows his limits. In truth, he is actually not that overconfident, just prepared and ready to face anything, whether it be superior, inferior, or right on his level. It must be stressed, that because of his raising and want to gain the respect and admiration that his master had before him had, Niro will never, ever back down. After being knocked down, he will simply rise to be either beaten again or take the upper-hand in the fight. For this reason, he can be inspiring to his allies, often leading them straight into the midst of combat in high-risk, and often suicidal, charges.
Niro's defiance can also be a hindrance. His flippant actions can be seen as disrespectful by those who do not personally know or understand him. He enjoys pissing people off just as much as he likes pleasing people, using verbal taunts and gestures. An action almost characteristic of him is “flicking off” or sticking up his middle finger in an archaic “**** you” gesture. Heavy sarcasm is also rather characteristic of him when fighting superior foes, so they slip up more and do not notice their mistakes. Niro himself is rather chill in most situations and prides himself in his ability not to be ticked off. Keeping his cool in a fight allows him to better combat peoples and situations. When Niro does get angered, be prepared, because shit just got real.
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I WOULD SELL MY SOUL,
TO KNOW IT ALL!
• HYLIAN KNIGHT EQUIPMENT - All magical damage the Hylian receives when wearing his armor is decreased by half a level. The armor also decreases damage dealt by Darkness or Shadow magic by an additional half a level. Any light-based magic attack is increased by half a level in damage.
Niro wears the armor's gauntlet over his right hand, where he wields his blade, the armor's chain mail under his leather armor, and the armor's boots, all colored to match the rest of his outfit.
• Cigar Blunts.
• Tobacco.
WEAPONS:
• RETRIBUTION [ LEVEL ONE ] - Great in size, this sword is of unblemished steel. Somewhere between a Zweihänder and a bastard sword, this weapon is both long and wide and requires a long hilt steel covered in dark gray leather to support it. The blade has a massive gold cross-guard leading into blade. The blade itself is two layers of metal, steel covering a core of mithril, making it nigh unbreakable. It is colored black on the edges, bearing gray steel within the borders. A distinctive part of the sword is the massive black cross spanning the length of the blade on both sides. The end of the hilt bears a small cross on a chain.
Through unknown and ancient means, Retribution bears a level of sentience. The sword can simply communicate with its wielder through telepathic projections that translate to a voice inside the person's head. The person can communicate back to the sword, either through speaking or “speaking” in their head. Retribution is also bound to Niro's soul, allowing only him to wield the sword. Anyone else would be unable to lift it, because the blade will feel extremely heavy to them, no matter their strength level, and none of it's powers will be unlocked to them. The blade's usual topics of conversation include light, repentance, and vengeance.
[ PASSIVE ABILITY - As of now, the weapon's abilities are simple; the blade is almost weightless in his hands and each strike is powered with Niro's light magic, and damages moderately, taking a full level instead of a half-level of damage. ]
• CROSSBOW - Niro is also known to wield a crossbow as a sidearm or for ranged combat. Slung across his back and dangling on his right hip by a leather strap connected to his armor, the crossbow can be easily picked up, maneuvered, and utilized in all ways. This crossbow is rather small and compact, with a length somewhere between a foot and a foot and a half. The crossbow can only accommodate a single bolt at a time, but through training Niro has learned to reload it rather quickly. Firing three bolts takes up one action slot. Each bolt damages a half-level.
• SWORD-BREAKER - A simple sidearm, this weapon is both used for attack and defense. It is built like a dagger, with sections cut out to catch, block against, and manipulate blades. It has a cutting edge on both sides, so it can be used like any other dagger, knife, or short sword. The blade is about seven inches long, with a cross-guard, and leather wrapped hilt. Niro will wield this weapon alongside Retribution, his crossbow, or even wield it alone. Stored in a sheath along his right thigh.
ABILITIES:
• SACRED BOON [ LEVEL ONE ] - Using the power of light, Niro may heal an ally or himself. The healing powers envelopes the chosen person in an aura of light, healing some of their injuries. This ability, however, cannot cure things like fatigue or broken bones, but simply heals most non-major wounds.
[ ACTIVE ABILITY - May heal moderately, for one full level of damage. Cooldown time is equivalent to number of targets healed in one turn, plus one, so if Niro just healed himself, there would be a two post cooldown. ]
• EXORCISE [ LEVEL ONE ] - Niro's trump card, Exorcise is his final move. Drawing upon Retribution's magics and channeling his own spirit, using the blade as a conduit, Niro will unleash a bright blast of white, light element energy ten meters wide in front of him for fifteen meters, blasting from his blade when he slams it on the ground.
[ ACTIVE ABILITY - Massive damage on evil, corrupt, or just plain bad things, and those of the Shadow or Darkness elements. Examples would be bosses, most Monsters, corrupt beings, those with maleficent intent, the sinful, wicked, pirates, bandits, assassins, demons, etc. Counts as a “long-range” attack. Cooldown of four posts. ]
RACIAL ABILITY:
• MAGICAL DEVASTATOR - All magical damage dealt by the Hylian is increased (by a half level), and they gain access to a Magic Attack, which mimics the regular attack save that it deals magical damage (i.e. deal a half-level of magical damage, consumes one action slot, no cooldown).
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BUT I HAD THE KEYS,
ALL THIS TIME!
SIBLINGS: None.
TEACHERS: Godric Vadam.
FRIENDS: Hylian Knights, Hybrid Sentinels.
TEAM MATES: Hylian Knights, Hybrid Sentinels, the other Consuls.
HISTORY:
As cliché as it might sound, Niro never knew his parents. His mother was a hybrid whor- err, harlot, Hylian/Human to be exact, and his father was a pure-bred Hylian of some occupation or other, who was just looking for a good time. Now, no woman who sells her body ever wants to get pregnant, let alone have to raise a child. So, Niro's mother struggled through nine months to deliver him because, quite frankly, she didn't believe in abortion, considering any stage of development as a full grown being, with rights just like her. When the baby was finally out of her, she took him to the front door of an orphanage, plopped him on the front step in an old corset, and went immediately back to work.[/color], Niro would always say, even though he knew nothing of his mother.
“Cruel, heartless *****”
Of course, this little babe was taken in by the orphanage. It was a little strange when his hair grew in white as snow and his eyes change colors more often than Princess Zelda changes her style of dress, but, hey, he was an abandoned child. And one who, as fate would go, was extremely talented in magic. His parents must have had a lot of untapped potential, or they knew of and used their aptitude magical abilities in their everyday lives. Who knows? Anyway, Niro grew up a more, ummm, you could say, angry individual. He was constantly picked on for his weird features and mixed blood, and got in a great many fights throughout his stay in the orphanage. He always tried to be nice to everyone, but only got a few friends among the other social outcasts; two other hybrids, a Fairy boy, and a little Goron girl. You could say Niro was the leader of their little group of rapscallion rejects, because everyone listen to him. He was always the most charismatic, and most of the others just kept to themselves or one other individual. Niro was the only one that kept em all together, really.
The group got in all sorts of mischief. Ganging up on the other kids, stealing food from the kitchen, sneaking out. Name any “bad thing” you did as a child, and they did it. And despite their shy natures, they loved it. Every little crime was a way to get back at their oppressors, and these transgressions were often the highlights of their days. One particular prank, which took a month of planning on Niro's part, kept the kiddies satisfied for weeks, despite their numerous spankings, whippings, and timeouts that followed. The life of a social outcast was a good one for them. But, alas, it didn't last.
The first setback was one of the hybrid's adoption by a traveling circus, where she, unfortunately, was a sideshow freak attraction. Things like that happen to a Deku/Fairy/Goron/Human/Zora hybrid who happened to look a bit like everything in her heritage. Poor thing. Her departure hurt Niro the most. Next went the fairy boy, Goron girl, and the other hybrid, in that order. At age seven or so, Niro was all alone, and his anger grew exponentially. Now it was just him against the bullies, picking fights that led to him being covered in blood and bruises, and his opponents with a few things broken. No one, not even the proprietors of the establishment, liked Niro. He was always alone, the others learned to avoid him if they didn't want casts covering some part or other for months.
He wanted out. He hated it here, any where else would be better. But he was smart enough to realize he couldn't just leave the orphanage and plunge into town. He'd surely get a lot less, if any, food, pick a lot more fights, and probably get picked up by some old pervert or other. As much as he hated where he was, he didn't want that either. So he waited, waited for some sort of opportunity for a better life.
It came one fateful misty morning as Niro looked out his little window of his little room into a little alleyway. Down below, some twenty or thirty feet, a man was fleeing into the alley, hoping to find an opening leading to a backstreet or something. Niro watched with curiosity as the man, in full on terror, Niro could see, flattened himself against the back wall and furtively looked for escape. There was none. At the alley's opening, entered a man. He was a tall man, not exactly bulky, but not slim either. Nondescript light brown hair, a bit of a goatee going on, nothing extremely special. Well, except for the big-ass sword he lugged around. Oh, and the fact that he wore full leather armor in all different shades of blacks and grays, with a cowl that covered his eyes. Assassin, was Niro's first thought. A paid killer for crime lords or politicians or loan sharks or whatever. Hated by the guard, loved by the schemers who preferred their business cloak-and-dagger stlye. That instant,Niro saw his escape. Before even waiting to see what would happen to the guy running away, he blew out of his room at a full sprint and went right out of the door, without a single thought to the fact that this assassin just might splatter him against the wall like he surely would do to his prey. It was quite a miracle that no one saw Niro leave, for no one followed in pursuit. Or maybe, no one even cared to follow.
Anyway, Niro would come upon the alleyway in time to see the assassin draw his blade out of the back wall, a flick of the man's wrist getting the body off his precious sword. The blood didn't even seem to stick, slipping off like butter on a hot knife. Niro was, well, astounded, amazed, flabbergasted. Whichever word you want to use. He gazed upon this awesome sight and didn't even fear for his own life. Until the assassin turned in a flash, and cold steel pressed against his little neck.
“Are you half-baked, boy, or just a half-wit?”
It's pretty understandable that Niro was silent. Probably a smart idea, too. Then the man noticed something about Niro. You see, this man, Godric Vadam, was a full blooded Hylian. Not only a Hylian, but one who had honed his abilities to sense magic. And he saw a lot of raw potential in this little boy. But he wasn't going to take him under his wing just based on his magical potential. No, he needed a type of personality too. A bit of ruthlessness, cunning, intelligence, willingness, even some self-determination. But Godric could see it all in Niro's eyes. Because once the man spoke, the boy's fear evaporated, his piercing blue eyes seeming to cut into the man's own soul.
This boy was dedicated. He saw a sense of commitment in Niro's eyes that he hadn't seen in years, possibly decades. Maybe even half a century. And he decided there that he would craft this boy into a weapon, possibly even greater than himself. And Niro's life would be changed forever.
His first test was keeping up with Godric as he dashed through the city, surprisingly fast for such a man carrying a blade so massive. But Niro made it, following every twist and turn, down alleys, up stairs, across bridges. He was so lost in the chase, he was surprised to find himself atop a roof, watching his master dance across the highways of the underground hidden above everyone's heads. A bit of irony there, don't you think? Niro felt no fear leaping the small gaps, unaware that in just a bit he'd be leaping gaps many times larger on a regular basis. Niro was absorbed into his training, molded like clay into a shape his master wished. Niro learned all sorts of things. Combat, disguise, magic, stealth, crafting, thieving, alchemy, navigation, reading, writing, everything a follower of the night would ever need.
For years Niro trained, occasionally joining his master “in the field”. His training took him all over the place, from the tops of frozen mountains, to endless seas of sand. He fought pirates across the seas, guards across castle walls, all sorts of massive beasts in the forests. Niro, for once, loved his life. Nothing could change it. Or so he thought. Midway through his adolescence, somewhere around age fifteen or sixteen, would come his final test, his crucible. A dangerous solo mission that would take him deep into Hyrule Castle itself, his target a Hylian Chancellor, who was corrupt beyond belief, and who had made some very dangerous enemies. Niro would have to find some way into the castle's grounds, some way through the castles interior, some way to the tower where the man kept himself. One rule of his assassin's training stood out beyond all of others for this mission. Absolutely no witnesses.
And somehow Niro fucked that up.
To gain access to the castle, Niro would need to either enter the front gate or figure some way up the walls. He chose the latter, arming himself with a particularly large, and high powered, crossbow. Standing across the moat, he fired a single bolt with a few hundred feet of rope tied on, sinking it into the wall of a guard tower. The rope wasn't real rope, instead strong, black silk that would better blend in with the night than a hemp or some other kind of rope. He tied his end to a lightning rod a top the big university he found himself on, and shimmied his way across the expanse, armed to the teeth with daggers, short swords, sword-breakers, and a tiny little crossbow. He wore the tight leather armor like his master, hood up in the same fashion, with a black half-mask covering his distinctive hair, leaving only a black for his mouth, eyes, and nostrils. Luckily, today his eyes were a hazy gray. He was prepared.
He had timed his approach with the shifting of the guard. The guards were just taking their stations as neared climbed onto the wall, allowing him to take them by surprise, and giving him an escape route once his dark deed was done. He hid the bodies, using all his stealthy training to avoid the staggering amount of guards patrolling the castle. But Niro did it, finally reaching the tower his target called him. He ascending to the top without a hitch. He silently dispatched the three guards outside the man's room. Before Niro entered, he took a moment to compose himself. Only his target would be inside; the man's wife was on a recreational cruise with the kids, hundreds of miles away. His target would be alone. Easy.
The man wasn't alone.
Niro would pick the doors lock, slipping inside, concealed by shadow and without a sound. He drew his favorite knife, a small, two-sided, razor sharp steel knife. He would slit his throat and leave. He crept around the edges of the main chamber, knowing exactly where the bedroom would be. He slipped open the door silently, creeping toward the bed. The man slept on his side, facing the center of the bed, away from Niro. Perfect. He advanced, brandishing the blade. He pulled a small cloth from a pocket to cover the man's mouth in case he would make a sound. Niro stood of the man for but a moment, realizing life and death was on the line, right here. In a single quick motion, becoming a quick blur, Niro covered his target's mouth and slit his throat in one clean cut.
Niro rose, flicking blood off the blade as he did so, looking up. He locked eyes a girl, around his age. Apparently the man liked to keep mistresses when his wife was away. But Niro looked at the girl, and knew the face. The body, the eyes, the hair, everything. Almost a decade later, he still recognized her. The little hybrid girl he knew oh so well years ago. His friend, ally, companion. He now remembered she was taken long ago by a fancily dressed old lady. He was too young to realize she was the leader of one of the city's largest brothels. Her eyes showed it. She knew it was him.
And he hesitated.
One second she screamed, the next an alarm was raised. But a moment after that her head was on the floor and her body slumped to the ground following it. And this time he yelled, watching one of the only people in the world he had loved be decapitated with a kind of finesse people like him had to appreciate. What had cleaved her head from the rest of her was a great sword, held in one hand by the only man in the world Niro had both feared and respected. His master had followed him the entire time.
A rage was reawakened within him, one he hadn't touched in years but still happened to be there, just locked away for when he needed it again. “You've failed, boy.” Soldiers pounded up the stairs, bells rang in his ears, and Niro yelled out, seemingly louder than everything else combined. The two were dark blurs, crashing into each other mid air, twin short swords clashing with colossal blade. His master got the first hit, punching Niro square in the face, sending him slamming into a wall. In an instant Niro had brought his crossbow to bear, firing a bolt at his master as soldiers poured into the room. The bolt was deflected, sinking into one guard's neck, causing all to hesitate at this awesome sight.
Niro crashed, throwing a pair of throwing and drawing his swords once more. Those too were deflected, the massive blade in front of him turning weightlessly in a sweeping strike that Niro just barely blocked from his side with a sword. The power behind the attack sent him into a wall again, and the guards, thinking he was done for, charged his master. Godric was just a blur as he cut through man after man effortlessly, clipping a jugular here, splitting a man in two there. But there was too much, even for this master assassin, and Niro could see him making mistakes as wave upon wave came. Niro saw his opening, launching himself forward, and striking his master's hand with his foot. Miraculously, he disarmed the man. Instantly, his master drew two daggers from out of no where, to continue to fight against the onslaught in front of him or surely die.
Niro grasped the sword and lifted it. Surprisingly, it wasn't heavy at all. And when his master saw him wielding the blade so effortlessly, he cried out. “No! It's mine!”
And a voice in Niro's head spoke, “No, I'm his.”
Godric charged Niro, throwing his knives. Niro managed to deflect one, finding a new power within himself as he wielded this amazing blade. The other, however, cut across his shoulder, distracting Niro and almost making him not dodge out of the way of his master. Who happened to charge right out of the window. Niro turned, bodies surrounding him, more guards coming in, and saw his only option. He jumped out the window too. It was a massive fall, his master only a few feet ahead thanks to Niro's quick actions. Niro made his frame more angular, cutting through the air to gain a little bit more speed. He cocked back his new found sword, and with all his strength he checked the weapon, watching it sail through the air and sink clean into Godric.
It was over.
Niro plunged into the water, managing to pull the sword out of his former master's corpse. He swam until he found a way out, climbing to shore and escaping into the night, away from guards and nobles, and the shadows. He felt that he was a changed man, just a fleeting feeling. He felt different as he came upon the nearest safe house, not even thinking for a moment that the sword had talked to him. He entered the building, locked and trapped the door behind himself, and fell into the bed. And he was out.
When Niro awoke, he found that the sword did talk to him. That the sword wasn't just a sword, but some sort of magical creation. It talked to him, had a consciousness. It called itself Retribution. And it informed him that Niro was it's new master, for his old master had sold out his old, good morals and had turned to shadows and darkness. And Niro realized that what he inside himself was light, for he was no longer of the shadows. And he wanted to correct his mistakes,and help. Help the oppressed around him. The oppressed, like he once was, because of his heredity. It didn't take Rwaht long to find Niro, an avenging warrior fighting for equality. And Niro found his goal.
Atonement.[/blockquote]
EXTRAS: This is a combination of a template I made for a site I never really finished, the template from B&B (which I have permission to use), and this site's own template. Hope you like it! Also, you can roughly translate his name to “Strong Honorable Kill”, which I didn't even notice until I finished him up.
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