Post by Krad Zephyros on Nov 12, 2009 19:05:34 GMT -5
Name: Abra Kadabra (Funny, right?)
Age: 489
Gender: Male
Personality: One would see Abra as the perverted type after first getting to know him, but this is a common misconception: he’s an outright sexual deviant. A cute face and a great body is enough to stop him from whatever he’s doing. He usually preys on younger-looking women as they seem to be a lot more fun to chase after. The one thing he loves in a woman more than anything is how they look in a skirt. Miniskirts get his blood boiling and make him crazy. Surround him in skirt-wearing girls and he won’t know what to do with himself; that’s his biggest weakness.
This sexual deviant is also a selfish, mischievous, rebellious miscreant that takes comments like that as complements. He simply doesn’t care about anything unless it has to do with something he likes to do. He’s very lazy, which is why he has a problem following orders, and he can’t stand rules and regulations. He likes to chill out and relax on his free time, which he’ll create whenever he gets bored with something, and can sometimes become very irritable and short-tempered.
Due to a sugar imbalance in his blood, Abra usually has to carry around candy and sugary snacks to keep himself regulated, although his most favorite treat is popsicles. Shove a blueberry popsicle in his mouth and he’ll be the most contempt little Abra you’ve ever seen. Abra tends to drink a lot sometimes. It’s not a serious problem, but sometimes he just has a bit too much, and he’s a cry-baby when he gets drunk. He tends to spill out all his deeper emotions, but after a good water show, he tends to be a bit calmer and a lot more innocent; like a shy little schoolgirl.
Abra is lacking one thing nobody would expect him to need and that’s love and companionship. You’d think he had everything he wanted, but he really doesn’t. He doesn’t hold any friends too close because most of them only hang around him because it helps out their appearance. He doesn’t trust anybody deep down inside and because of this, he fears that he will be alone and desolate for the rest of his existence.
To distract himself from this he tends to flirt, drink, and generally be an asshole. But the biggest distraction he creates for himself is exosketching. He loves to exosketch and has a true talent for it, in fact, he has an entire collection of his best pictures in his house, but rarely does he show it to anyone. It wouldn’t do much for his reputation.
Appearance: This troublesome-looking Demon Weapon is the true picture of teenage devil-spawn: the face that’s on every father’s mind when he hears his daughter has a boyfriend. Abra takes the appearance of a young man that looks no older than 19 and has middle length black hair that is neatly messy, if that’s even possible. His hair folds down in thick parts around his face, sometimes getting in the way of his honey brown eyes.
This teenage-looking Weapon is about 5’6 and weighs in at 146 pounds, although he looks like he weighs less. He has lightly colored skin that isn’t exactly ivory, yet isn’t tan either; it’s just right in the center. Like most teenagers, Abra has a collection of different clothing and generally changes outfits daily. He wears all types of things that show off his teenage sexiness and generally doesn’t care what other people think.
Weapon Description: Abra’s blade form is a sword colored with the purest black. Where the sword's grip would meet the blade, an oval hole is in the sword, and then the blade starts into an unholy cross, which the rest of the sharp sword shoots down from.
Alongside the oval indent, the sword's guard is a pointed curve that arches alongside the grip, covering Abra’s fingers. The sword glows with an unholy purple aura that wafts from the blade like bellows of fire.
One of the sword's standard abilities is "Sypherion’s Cage". Purple fire explodes from the blade into the surrounding area where it solidifies into dense steel linked chains. The chains are controlled by Abra to a small extent, but they tend to have a mind of their own. The chains are attracted to two things; huge amounts of spiritual wavelength and Meisters. Reacting to this, the chains overwhelm their victim, forming a cage around them. This cage then collapses and wraps around their victim; clinging to them tightly.
Using his wielder's wavelength, the chains become electrified and violently shocks whatever they are attached to.
Strengths: His curse ability is extremely effective on preKinshin and teenage human males. He is also very dangerous when using his chains in an area where they can wrap around many different things. (Trees, poles, boulders, ect.)
Weaknesses: Teenaged females in skirts. Vibrations (When he's in his weapon form) Sweats. Ice cream. Being drunk. His need to flirt with women.
History: Abra’s history isn’t unique at all. It is actually pretty common. He was raised in a wealthy neighborhood to a very well off family, but that wasn’t all it took to make him happy. It always seemed like his mother had more important things to do than spend time with him, and try as he might he simply couldn’t hold her attention.
His mother was constantly bringing strange men home and rarely did she ever stay with the same one for long. Abra wanted to know why she gave these men more attention than she gave him, so he began studying them. He took after the shady and perverted creeps his mother spent all her time with and began to practice on other girls.
At first, it simply wasn’t working for him. Abra was too sweet; too caring. The pervert-act just didn’t fit him, and he noticed this. He had to change. He forced himself to cut the ties to his emotional, sweet, loving self and essentially forgotten who he really was. He had accomplished his goal and became a completely different person.
He didn’t care about the women he ‘practiced’ on or any other woman for that matter. He only cared about getting his mother’s love and attention; he was just a lonely little boy on the inside. Finally, he convinced himself he was ready to confront his mother and try for her attention after he graduated from college, but on his way home that day, there had been an attack on his town.
He noticed the preKinshin that had been killing off the towns people grew in strength as he doevoured their souls. When all the killing was said and done, Abra found, in his possession, a human soul egg.
489 years later, Abra has completely forgotten about his past life, and doesn’t really care much to remember it. In his new life, he lost his biggest chance to realize that the facade he created would not win his mother’s love and his chance to reclaim the Abra that used to be. So now he wanders in an artificial life with no idea of who he really is or why he has come to be this way.
Rp Example: A screeching sound cuts through the air as a pale cane rips through the sky and crashes into a head full of black hair. “Agh!” A young teen screams as his face collides with the blue floor in a puff of smoke; a tail of steam wafting from the top of his skull.
“Incorrect, Abra. Next question.” Says the wielder of this pale cane. Before the teen stood a figure completely devoid of color. He looked like a penguin with a tophat and cane.
“Come on, this is stupid! You know I don’t know the answers to all these damn questions!” Whines the teen as he sits himself in a cross-legged fashion before the cloaked figure.
“Fool!” Barks the penquin as he points the cane in the teen's direction. "Look deep within yourself. If you wish to devour my power for your own you must memorize my three hundred and eighty-seven clauses."
A cloud moves across the ceiling of the quiet cave as the two stare at each other. Awkward silence. Abra sweat drops and sighs.
“FOOL! Next question: How many clauses must you memorize in order to devour me?”
“Uhh… three hundred and eighty-seven?”
“FOOL!”
"BUT YOU JUST SAID THAT!" Abra shouts with a fire blazing in his honey brown eyes. “Why the hell do you keep quizzing me on stupid shit like this?!” He says while displaying an enraged fist. “I don’t care how many damn clauses you want me to memorize, and I’m not gonna care while I’m eatin’ you either! How the hell is this stuff supposed to help me devour you anyway?!”
Abra blinks at the penguin, then he looks up at the blankly staring eyes beaming back towards him. A cloud moves across the ceiling. Awkward silence. Abra sweat drops and sighs.
“FOOL! Next question: In clause two sixty-three, how many cubes of sugar does my tea require? ?”
“Uhhmm… three?”
“FOOL!” Bellows the spirit before pummeling the teen back into the floor with its cane; ignoring the slightly girlish scream that comes out of Abra’s mouth due to the impact. “Incorrect.”
Theme Song: N/A
Age: 489
Gender: Male
Personality: One would see Abra as the perverted type after first getting to know him, but this is a common misconception: he’s an outright sexual deviant. A cute face and a great body is enough to stop him from whatever he’s doing. He usually preys on younger-looking women as they seem to be a lot more fun to chase after. The one thing he loves in a woman more than anything is how they look in a skirt. Miniskirts get his blood boiling and make him crazy. Surround him in skirt-wearing girls and he won’t know what to do with himself; that’s his biggest weakness.
This sexual deviant is also a selfish, mischievous, rebellious miscreant that takes comments like that as complements. He simply doesn’t care about anything unless it has to do with something he likes to do. He’s very lazy, which is why he has a problem following orders, and he can’t stand rules and regulations. He likes to chill out and relax on his free time, which he’ll create whenever he gets bored with something, and can sometimes become very irritable and short-tempered.
Due to a sugar imbalance in his blood, Abra usually has to carry around candy and sugary snacks to keep himself regulated, although his most favorite treat is popsicles. Shove a blueberry popsicle in his mouth and he’ll be the most contempt little Abra you’ve ever seen. Abra tends to drink a lot sometimes. It’s not a serious problem, but sometimes he just has a bit too much, and he’s a cry-baby when he gets drunk. He tends to spill out all his deeper emotions, but after a good water show, he tends to be a bit calmer and a lot more innocent; like a shy little schoolgirl.
Abra is lacking one thing nobody would expect him to need and that’s love and companionship. You’d think he had everything he wanted, but he really doesn’t. He doesn’t hold any friends too close because most of them only hang around him because it helps out their appearance. He doesn’t trust anybody deep down inside and because of this, he fears that he will be alone and desolate for the rest of his existence.
To distract himself from this he tends to flirt, drink, and generally be an asshole. But the biggest distraction he creates for himself is exosketching. He loves to exosketch and has a true talent for it, in fact, he has an entire collection of his best pictures in his house, but rarely does he show it to anyone. It wouldn’t do much for his reputation.
Appearance: This troublesome-looking Demon Weapon is the true picture of teenage devil-spawn: the face that’s on every father’s mind when he hears his daughter has a boyfriend. Abra takes the appearance of a young man that looks no older than 19 and has middle length black hair that is neatly messy, if that’s even possible. His hair folds down in thick parts around his face, sometimes getting in the way of his honey brown eyes.
This teenage-looking Weapon is about 5’6 and weighs in at 146 pounds, although he looks like he weighs less. He has lightly colored skin that isn’t exactly ivory, yet isn’t tan either; it’s just right in the center. Like most teenagers, Abra has a collection of different clothing and generally changes outfits daily. He wears all types of things that show off his teenage sexiness and generally doesn’t care what other people think.
Weapon Description: Abra’s blade form is a sword colored with the purest black. Where the sword's grip would meet the blade, an oval hole is in the sword, and then the blade starts into an unholy cross, which the rest of the sharp sword shoots down from.
Alongside the oval indent, the sword's guard is a pointed curve that arches alongside the grip, covering Abra’s fingers. The sword glows with an unholy purple aura that wafts from the blade like bellows of fire.
One of the sword's standard abilities is "Sypherion’s Cage". Purple fire explodes from the blade into the surrounding area where it solidifies into dense steel linked chains. The chains are controlled by Abra to a small extent, but they tend to have a mind of their own. The chains are attracted to two things; huge amounts of spiritual wavelength and Meisters. Reacting to this, the chains overwhelm their victim, forming a cage around them. This cage then collapses and wraps around their victim; clinging to them tightly.
Using his wielder's wavelength, the chains become electrified and violently shocks whatever they are attached to.
Strengths: His curse ability is extremely effective on preKinshin and teenage human males. He is also very dangerous when using his chains in an area where they can wrap around many different things. (Trees, poles, boulders, ect.)
Weaknesses: Teenaged females in skirts. Vibrations (When he's in his weapon form) Sweats. Ice cream. Being drunk. His need to flirt with women.
History: Abra’s history isn’t unique at all. It is actually pretty common. He was raised in a wealthy neighborhood to a very well off family, but that wasn’t all it took to make him happy. It always seemed like his mother had more important things to do than spend time with him, and try as he might he simply couldn’t hold her attention.
His mother was constantly bringing strange men home and rarely did she ever stay with the same one for long. Abra wanted to know why she gave these men more attention than she gave him, so he began studying them. He took after the shady and perverted creeps his mother spent all her time with and began to practice on other girls.
At first, it simply wasn’t working for him. Abra was too sweet; too caring. The pervert-act just didn’t fit him, and he noticed this. He had to change. He forced himself to cut the ties to his emotional, sweet, loving self and essentially forgotten who he really was. He had accomplished his goal and became a completely different person.
He didn’t care about the women he ‘practiced’ on or any other woman for that matter. He only cared about getting his mother’s love and attention; he was just a lonely little boy on the inside. Finally, he convinced himself he was ready to confront his mother and try for her attention after he graduated from college, but on his way home that day, there had been an attack on his town.
He noticed the preKinshin that had been killing off the towns people grew in strength as he doevoured their souls. When all the killing was said and done, Abra found, in his possession, a human soul egg.
489 years later, Abra has completely forgotten about his past life, and doesn’t really care much to remember it. In his new life, he lost his biggest chance to realize that the facade he created would not win his mother’s love and his chance to reclaim the Abra that used to be. So now he wanders in an artificial life with no idea of who he really is or why he has come to be this way.
Rp Example: A screeching sound cuts through the air as a pale cane rips through the sky and crashes into a head full of black hair. “Agh!” A young teen screams as his face collides with the blue floor in a puff of smoke; a tail of steam wafting from the top of his skull.
“Incorrect, Abra. Next question.” Says the wielder of this pale cane. Before the teen stood a figure completely devoid of color. He looked like a penguin with a tophat and cane.
“Come on, this is stupid! You know I don’t know the answers to all these damn questions!” Whines the teen as he sits himself in a cross-legged fashion before the cloaked figure.
“Fool!” Barks the penquin as he points the cane in the teen's direction. "Look deep within yourself. If you wish to devour my power for your own you must memorize my three hundred and eighty-seven clauses."
A cloud moves across the ceiling of the quiet cave as the two stare at each other. Awkward silence. Abra sweat drops and sighs.
“FOOL! Next question: How many clauses must you memorize in order to devour me?”
“Uhh… three hundred and eighty-seven?”
“FOOL!”
"BUT YOU JUST SAID THAT!" Abra shouts with a fire blazing in his honey brown eyes. “Why the hell do you keep quizzing me on stupid shit like this?!” He says while displaying an enraged fist. “I don’t care how many damn clauses you want me to memorize, and I’m not gonna care while I’m eatin’ you either! How the hell is this stuff supposed to help me devour you anyway?!”
Abra blinks at the penguin, then he looks up at the blankly staring eyes beaming back towards him. A cloud moves across the ceiling. Awkward silence. Abra sweat drops and sighs.
“FOOL! Next question: In clause two sixty-three, how many cubes of sugar does my tea require? ?”
“Uhhmm… three?”
“FOOL!” Bellows the spirit before pummeling the teen back into the floor with its cane; ignoring the slightly girlish scream that comes out of Abra’s mouth due to the impact. “Incorrect.”
Theme Song: N/A
