Post by Molotov Rasputin on May 25, 2011 18:54:49 GMT -8
Molotov Rasputin
DEMIGOD
1st Year at Camp
Age: 17
Son of Zeus.
Alliance: Neutral.
DEMIGOD
1st Year at Camp
Age: 17
Son of Zeus.
Alliance: Neutral.
Appearance:
Eye(s): Green
Hair: Red-orange
Height: 6'2
Build Type: Lanky
Brief Description: Molotov is usually dressed in the orange and yellow robes Shaolin Monks are most commonly seen in. His hair is red-orange, it is a light mix. When disguised by the mist he wears a very loose belt. But for those who see through the mist it is actually a bronze forged Chinese broadsword. His hair stretches down his neck, and bangs that hang over his eyes. He often gives an impassive stare with his eyes. Giving off a feeling of security.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): Drysi Rasputin
Other Family: Siblings sired by Zeus
Pets: None
Brief History:
Molotov's mother died when he was five outside of a Buddhist temple in China. She was ill with Tuberculosis for over three years finally succumbing when she knew her child was safe. The Buddhist monks raised him. They knew exactly what he was. A demi-god, they had kept this a secret from him until the sent him out into the world. But for the short six years, he was trained as a Shaolin Monk. He was an expert swordsman by the end of his first year of training. Although he could not grasp the fact that he was supposed to be calm and serene. He often craved battle. This conflicted with the monks. So when he was eleven the monks told him he was a decendant of the Greek Gods and he was forced to travel the world alone, with his bronze sword. Which he named Суждение (Judgement). Before he set out for the west he trained in the harsh climate of his native country of Russia. in his travels he found himself attacked and injured by monsters many times. But however his demi-god parent had yet to claim him. And so on his seventeenth birthday he arrived in America. Hoping to find this special camp he had heard so much about.
Personality:
Molotov is a relatively ill tempered boy. This usually ends up in him resulting in violence. He seems to be loyal to his family and any friends, being ready to take a bullet for them if needed. He appears to be vain and tends to swear vendettas against those who beat him and gloat about it. He also does not know when to stop and will usually fight to the death.
Likes:
- Fighting
- His mother
- Traveling
- Respect
- Friendship
Dislikes:
- Poverty
- Losing
- Death
- Guns
- Disease
Skills:
- Swordsmanship
- Staffs
- Ability to communicate eagles and other sky-creatures.
- Hand-to-hand combat
- Electrokinesis (Ability to control lightning.)
Weaknesses:
- Greed
- His temper
- Lust for power
- Fear of loss
- Vanity
Passions:
- Martial Arts
- Being better
Fears:
- Death
- Loss
Hobbies:
- Training
- Meditation
Fighting Specialty: (one please)
His most adept skill is in his swordsmanship. He often pin points the most effective points in the human body to incapacitate his opponent. As much as his Shaolin Training kicks in those Greek impulses get in somewhere and he will often press through his opponents with amazing strength. His style with these two different fighting tactics often transcribes itself into an agressive one-handed kendo style.
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities:
Being a child of the big three he is possesses accelerated physical abilities of normal demi-gods. His mind is even more Greek-set. He is also able to control lightning on some level. His only two uses of the power are able to cast thunderbolts and the ability to release a steady stream of lightning to slow kill, or torture his opponent.
Fatal Flaw: Greed. It is a trait which is inherited from his uncle Hades. Being that Hades can be depicted as the god of wealth, He often lets his greed get the best of him. In certain cases he would prefer material wealth over the task at hand. It was one thing that led to his exile from the Shaolin Temple. When it comes to being challenged for his wealth he often behaves like a male lion who is challenged for control of his pride.
Please describe why you think you can stabilize a powerful character.
I have been roleplaying for the longest years of my life thus far. And I can only say that managing a powerful character takes some major thought. In the sense that his powers may be big and intimidating. But to control a powerful character one has to make him a bit Zealous. In by that I mean make his personality flaws as or even more powerful than his abilities. That is the issue with most insanely powerful characters. All that are created by roleplayers are more or less perfect.
That in its own is tedious. All of my OC's are typically powerful for their realms. But there have been insanely stronger characters with multitudes of flaws. And that is what makes having a powerful character so hard to manage. It makes no sense for a being with ultimate power to be corrupted by it in some way. Take Zeus for example, ruler of the universe. Second in power only to Typhon and Nyx. But he is constantly paranoid of someone over throwing him. Or it is his lust that will ultimately defeat him. As was predicted. And that paranoia will be his downfall. The King of Troy behaved the same way when Paris was born, and yet his kingdom still fell.
Theme Song:
Lyrics
(It has no lyrics)
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The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Refer to me as everyone else has; Xedous
Age: (Optional) 17
How long have you been role playing?: Five-six years.
Rate Your RPing 1-5 Stars according to our Star Rule (1 = beginner. 5= most advanced): 4.5
How did you find us?: An advertisment on finalfantasynation.proboards.com
Role Playing Sample:
((To clarify, the characters fighting here are both of my own creation. They go hand in hand as arch enemies.))
I must confess that I F E E L like a M O N S T E R
The rapid sounds of clashing metal could be heard echoing around the tower. The two combatants were moving very rapidly. When the had come around to the courtyard Xedous and Blackheart were nothing but blurs. They swung parried and countered, neither one conceding an inch. They both made two handed swings at one another, the force from their attacks cracking the ground and sending them flying backwards. Both of them landed on their feet, but Blackheart's blade began to glow with a jade light. A blade-beam of sorts launched from it when he swung it at Xedous. The silver haired warrior did what could best be described as a flash step. When he appeared again he stabbed his blade into the abdomen of his hated enemy. The fate of the jade beam had tore through the gardens of the courtyard like a hurricane.
Before Xedous could prepare himself Blackheart had kicked him away. Xedous had doubled over, for a small second. He snapped his fingers and the Soulblade had burst into flames burning Blackheart to the third degree. The Soulblade appeared once more in Xedous' hand. The burned mutilated corpse of Blackheart stood there, his red eyes burning brightly. With the odor of burning flesh lingering in the air. But what was this? Blackheart was regenerating. His wound had closed itself and his skin had returned to normal. Blackheart had slicked back his Aquamarine hair.
"You almost had me scared there, Xedous. but now the game is over." Blackheart spoke, his smooth voice echoing across the land.
A bright jade light engulfed Blackheart. The light within this enemy was a very powerful one. It appeared as a column. When the light faded Blackheart emerged with ivory wings. He was an elegant sight. But no less dangerous. Xedous began to moving in the speed he used to impale Blackheart with. There were multiple Xedous' encircling Blackheart on all sides. All of them individually stopped and charged Blackheart. When they made contact the multitude of Xedous's had exploded into a column of darkness. The real Xedous stood infront of the column. But with a mighty howl, Blackheart blew the darkness aside. Before Xedous could register what had happened, he felt a something crash into his stomach. He Blacked out and was sent flying into the wall of the castle.
"What is the matter blond warrior? To afraid to face the mighty Blackheart!?" The green haired man called out.