Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2014 21:17:26 GMT -5
Full Name: Tobias 'Karna' Sinclaire
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Power(s): Every individual has a soul, the spiritual force that drives the body and enriches the mind in perfect balance. Just as one is able to utilize their body and mind to their fullest, individuals are able to weapon their spiritual force. Karna had been born with the soul of a giant, much larger and more powerful than the average human. He was trained as was the other disciples, brothers and sisters, in the art of Soul Force, weaponizing their soul.
Every user of Soul Force is sensitive to the souls of others, and has a connection to the dead. Tobias is able to see the souls of others, living and deceased and can communicate with them and touch them as if they were flesh. Tobias uses his passive ability to try and soothe the spirits around him with his music.
When Karna uses soul force his powers manifest as a phantasmal armored giant to mimic his motions, this ability mostly comes in the form of gauntlet-ed fists and steel-booted feet to accompany his punches and kicks, enhancing their range and physical power. The body's gigantic parts generated by this power possess strength and attacking power proportionate to their size (though not as great as it could be, due to not having a full body the phantom limbs can only generate a third of the force it could have) The giant’s limbs can crack stone and with the assistance of Karna lift and fling cars and uproot trees with enough force. When in peril he can summon the armored giant's torso to defend Tobias, however due to the nature of his soul force this use of the power is more to save someone else.
As he has yet to fully master his Soul force, he can only unconsciously summon his giant to assist him in battle in a fight or flight mode or when enraged. The giant itself is large, at least 15 feet tall, and appears as a large ogre, clad in iron and leather armor with cudgel and shield. This ability is incredibly draining on him, and summoning the full giant exhausts him to unconsciousness. Karna can cut down the duration by half, and forgo all defense by shattering his Giant's armor, revealing a monstrous form underneath. He can fire an incredibly powerful blast of kinetic energy that can knock back almost anything in the path of the beam, however firing the beam drains the remainder of the form's energy and forces the giant to disperse.
The use of his soul force, while incredibly powerful, is also draining on his body and mind. Using the Phantom limb ability for more than three minutes leaves him incredibly exhausted, any more than four minutes and he'll pass out.
The phantom limbs or full armored giant is corporeal and can be attacked and blocked.
Karna is a skilled hand to hand combatant, specializing in a more brawler oriented fighting style, complimented with his formal training. He prefers clubs, and carries around a cudgel made of heavy steel, however Karna is able to swing the 50lb club with some ease.
Appearance: Karna is a large fellow, standing at 6’3 he flashes everyone a wide grin of white teeth that contrast nicely with his dark skin tone. He has an incredibly masculine build, with a strong, angular jaw. His eyes are a grey/green tone, often lidded and tired with heavy backs from years of bad sleeping habits. His eyebrows are bushy, and his hair is a wild, flowing mess of dreadlocks that reaches down to his middle back and held by a ponytail.
He was a man of exceptional build, with muscles built from years of training and traveling. A large set of three claw scars were set in his torso from an accident where he first unlocked his soul force’s full ability. A wide tapestry of tattoos span across his chest and arms which halt at his wrists, black in that spread out as a tapestry, a stylized tribal ouroboros marks his center, at his solar plexus.
The young monk typically clothes he picks up that'll fit him, jeans, t-shirts and the like. However he has come to fall for plaid shirts finding flannel incredibly comfortable, as well as the styles of the 50's.
Upon his entry to Foresta academy he wears a purple plaid flannel shirt, unbuttoned halfway from the top which shows off the scars on his chest. Black slacks and beige sandals which allow him to move comfortably. He carries a duffle bag which contains his little worldly possessions and snacks, attached to the duffle bag are a case containing his ukulele, which he loves to play. Tied to his side is a sake gourd, pearlescent white and much to elegant to not contrast with his otherwise scruffy appearance and a metal club
Personality: Too see anything but the widest of grins on Karna is a rarity. Karna is a hedonist, finding the happiness of others and himself in a priority. A talkative social bird, he follows the belief of the three holy trinities to happiness; Music, food, and drinks and such tries to make sure his friends are merry.
Karna has a fascination with the arts, and had grew up studying theatre before he was sent away from his home. Often any place he in is filled with relaxing music from his Ukulele. Karna himself is a natural baritone and tries to get people to break into song and dance with him. It rarely works. Despite this he is incredibly bad with painting or drawing unable to draw more than crude artworks.
The young wanderer always keeps snacks with in him in his duffel bag, candies and pastries he finds locally and tries to keep in good condition to share with those around him. Karna is quite fond of sweets and gets excited and bouncy when it comes to trying out new food.
Always at his side is his sake gourd, a gift from his late blood brother and an inside joke between them. The gourd is filled with fine rice wine, something he cherishes and reminds him so much of home. Due to the varying laws of the places he travels he tends to offer it to anyone he comes across, nor sees carrying it around a problem.
While it seldom surfaces, Karna has a lot of suppressed rage, years of blood knight tendencies and anger issues pushed down from his years at the temple and eventually stamped out to fulfill his new philosophy. His natural instincts in battle are brutal and to further hold these urges back in a fight he mostly holds to defensive tactics; which conflicts with his very much offense-oriented powers. His rage is like water boiling over thick rubber; hard to notice but when it bursts it explodes violently.
He is incredibly loyal to those he meets, finding strength in camaraderie. However he is not one to take betrayal lightly and is one of his greatest anger points. He dislikes liars, and those of a manipulative nature.
Weaknesses:
The largest of his strengths is also his greatest weakness, as when his giant is corporeal (as it is whenever he needs to attack) any damage that is inflicted either upon the user or the soul is also dealt to the other. Meaning that his giant’s iron armor and natural defenses can only protect so much and mostly either serves as a Dampener or to save someone else. As the center of the soul is at the solar plexus, any substantial force to the solar plexus can stun both the giant and Karna.
Karna is also narcoleptic, which can be inconvenient as he can fall asleep in the most critical of situations. Even while awake, his fighting of his urges makes him take to the defensive more often than not, and pushes himself to only fight to defend someone. His loyalty can make him blind to what should be obvious, susceptible to manipulations and trickery.
Strengths: Karna is a force to be reckoned with, a vanguard and loyal ally to his friends. And a force of destruction to his enemies (when he can be bothered). Fast, durable and strong, his soul force when out of control had enough power to go toe to toe with two masters. A surprising amount of wisdom and guile lies underneath the goofy grin, and can read people well. He is moderately intelligent academically, though he has to be pushed to actually do work.
History & Family: Tobias Sinclaire was born to a middle class family in New Orleans, son of the owner of a popular theatre and the baker that often caters there. Growing up he had always had a great sense of adventure, often sneaking out to explore the streets in which he called his home.
He was never bothered when he had encountered the dead, many of the spirits he encountered were either friendly or kept to themselves. There were some days where he ventured in the graveyard, speaking with the spirits who were there, and others, particularly after encountering the rarer angry spirits where he stuck to the city lights or the comfort of home.
Eventually his pastimes caught the attention of local kids, where he was always called “Graveboy” and somewhat weird for talking to thin air. Sometimes the boys had come to poke fun at him, they tried to fight him before, he sent them home by wailing on them with a big stick until they ran away, bloodied and bruised. It was one the many scraps he had gotten into as he grew into his young pre-teens.
His renown as ‘That weird kid who talks to thin air and fights with schoolboys’ Caught the attention of his parents. Who had took him to a spiritualist. It was here they revealed his ‘great potential for the soul’. Which, to young Tobias, had meant he had a thing for music.
They sent him to a monastery, somewhere in Asia where the sun grew hot, and the world of technology he had knew for the thirteen years of his life had seemed just a fantasy. His master was an old fart who seemed to enjoy sitting in nature and drinking tea. He was Hui-Zhao, the master of the soul.
There he spent the next three years, training mind and body with the other two disciples. Vaan; the most studious of the three, and the one who argued with his master over his…less than ambitious life. And Suurah, the greatest fighter of the three, and a huntress from the villages below.
With them he had shared the culture of his home down in Orleans, the music and songs of theatre that he knew by heart and goaded them to dance and sing with him. They had taught him to hunt, the food of their homes, and the secret hideouts of the place they had grew up all their lives in. He had spent his afternoons by his siblings, training hard and working the body, and sunsets with his master, where he meditated upon tea and snacks. And slowly, but surely, Tobias had made this monastery his home, and during a desperate struggle to save his blood brother Vaan from a bear, he had unlocked his soul force and earned a name just as his siblings had. ‘Kumbhakarna, the sleeping Giant.’
It was a good life he had lived, on occasion he had slipped down the mountains to the forests below, playing melodies and soothing the spirits lost there. Until he had come across a wandering Geist, powerful and dark, that had lured him into a trap. The spirits had attacked him when he was unaware, and tried to steal his life force. His anger at being betrayed and fight or flight mode sent him into a state of unconscious, allowing his primal rage rampage through the forest and towards the nearby villages.
Vaan, he with the most controlled soul, had leapt down the mountain to try and sooth his blood brother, Suurah had followed to protect him. Despite his inexperience with his powers, the primal giant had proven to be too be a great force, holding it’s own against two Soul Force users for three days and nights. Vaan in a last ditch effort had sacrificed his life to merge souls with Karna, soothing him from the inside out. Karna had fell, and exhausted all his might raging had slept for a week.
When he had awoke, he had found his master in grief. Discovering what he had done, Tobias sought to leave the temple, and seek redemption for what he has done.
His only possession being the clothes on his back, the ukulele he had played that made his brother smile so. And a small gourd for sake that Vaan had promised to give him if he ever beat him in a fight; Serving as a memento and a reminder.
In Character sample:
It had been ages since he had last seen a city, hell since he had seen electricity. The architecture of this little village off the coast of London was nothing like the bustle and sprawl of New Orleans in Mardi Gras season but gods be praised for street lamps. The faint glow of sunset shone beautifully on the landscape as if someone splashed paint across a canvas and let it flow down the canvas in the sky in a sea of gold and indigo.
Walking down the streets he searched for a motel, somewhere cheap for him to find rest for the night. As he glanced at the signs of shops and the rare car rolling past he heard a tapping noise. Subtle to the ears but definitely noticeable. Curious as to the source of the noise he followed it, the distinct, musical tapping was easy for this theater junkie to distinguish.
‘Tap dancing?’ He thought to himself, moving down the alleyway, keeping an eye out for possible thieves. The noise grew
louder and louder, before he came to a small town square, dead quiet and abandoned except for a little girl. Approaching slowly, he heard her mumbling something
“Moses supposes his roses are toeses?” She said, fumbling the words to the song. “Oh no no no no.”
“Moses sup-po-poses his roses.” She squinted as she tried to remember the song. Tobias grinned, as he moved a bit closer. The girl turned to him. Let out an ‘eep!’ and floated behind a crate. The faint glow she, and all spirits emitted was a give-away that she died young.
Tobias raised his arms, showing he wasn't a threat. “Moses supposes his toeses are roses, but Moses supposes Erroneously.” He began, the little girl peeking out from the crate with curious eyes.
“Moses he knowses his toeses aren't roses.” He continued the tongue twister that he had repeated in his own childhood a thousand times before.
“As Moses supposes his toeses to be!” The little girl finished, her voice barely a whisper. “You can see me?”
“As clear as day kiddo.” He said, pulling out his Ukulele giving it a little strum. “So you love that movie too huh?”
“Do I?” She said, starry eyed. “It was my favorite movie, I watched a thousand times!” She tried to emulate the foot movements, recreating the (somewhat sloppily) the dancing in the film, her sandals clicking against the stony with an echo that resounded off the buildings.
“Well that song was never a solo, I’m afraid. Care for a partner?” He was tired, his body ached somewhat from his travels but the brightness in that little girl’s face as he asked that seemed to make him ignore that.
He stepped to the stone experimentally, his shoes clicking against the stone. It wasn't the best sound, he’d need some sort of tapdancing shoes for that but it’ll do. He started from where they left off.
And then they danced, he had taught her the moves he had learned by heart, slowly, and by the dawn’s rise she had picked up the dance. They had laughed and danced until the sun’s rise. And with a kiss on the forehead he had sent her off to the afterlife. He looked at the rising sun, slumping in that alleyway, and fell asleep with high spirits.
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Power(s): Every individual has a soul, the spiritual force that drives the body and enriches the mind in perfect balance. Just as one is able to utilize their body and mind to their fullest, individuals are able to weapon their spiritual force. Karna had been born with the soul of a giant, much larger and more powerful than the average human. He was trained as was the other disciples, brothers and sisters, in the art of Soul Force, weaponizing their soul.
Every user of Soul Force is sensitive to the souls of others, and has a connection to the dead. Tobias is able to see the souls of others, living and deceased and can communicate with them and touch them as if they were flesh. Tobias uses his passive ability to try and soothe the spirits around him with his music.
When Karna uses soul force his powers manifest as a phantasmal armored giant to mimic his motions, this ability mostly comes in the form of gauntlet-ed fists and steel-booted feet to accompany his punches and kicks, enhancing their range and physical power. The body's gigantic parts generated by this power possess strength and attacking power proportionate to their size (though not as great as it could be, due to not having a full body the phantom limbs can only generate a third of the force it could have) The giant’s limbs can crack stone and with the assistance of Karna lift and fling cars and uproot trees with enough force. When in peril he can summon the armored giant's torso to defend Tobias, however due to the nature of his soul force this use of the power is more to save someone else.
As he has yet to fully master his Soul force, he can only unconsciously summon his giant to assist him in battle in a fight or flight mode or when enraged. The giant itself is large, at least 15 feet tall, and appears as a large ogre, clad in iron and leather armor with cudgel and shield. This ability is incredibly draining on him, and summoning the full giant exhausts him to unconsciousness. Karna can cut down the duration by half, and forgo all defense by shattering his Giant's armor, revealing a monstrous form underneath. He can fire an incredibly powerful blast of kinetic energy that can knock back almost anything in the path of the beam, however firing the beam drains the remainder of the form's energy and forces the giant to disperse.
The use of his soul force, while incredibly powerful, is also draining on his body and mind. Using the Phantom limb ability for more than three minutes leaves him incredibly exhausted, any more than four minutes and he'll pass out.
The phantom limbs or full armored giant is corporeal and can be attacked and blocked.
Karna is a skilled hand to hand combatant, specializing in a more brawler oriented fighting style, complimented with his formal training. He prefers clubs, and carries around a cudgel made of heavy steel, however Karna is able to swing the 50lb club with some ease.
Appearance: Karna is a large fellow, standing at 6’3 he flashes everyone a wide grin of white teeth that contrast nicely with his dark skin tone. He has an incredibly masculine build, with a strong, angular jaw. His eyes are a grey/green tone, often lidded and tired with heavy backs from years of bad sleeping habits. His eyebrows are bushy, and his hair is a wild, flowing mess of dreadlocks that reaches down to his middle back and held by a ponytail.
He was a man of exceptional build, with muscles built from years of training and traveling. A large set of three claw scars were set in his torso from an accident where he first unlocked his soul force’s full ability. A wide tapestry of tattoos span across his chest and arms which halt at his wrists, black in that spread out as a tapestry, a stylized tribal ouroboros marks his center, at his solar plexus.
The young monk typically clothes he picks up that'll fit him, jeans, t-shirts and the like. However he has come to fall for plaid shirts finding flannel incredibly comfortable, as well as the styles of the 50's.
Upon his entry to Foresta academy he wears a purple plaid flannel shirt, unbuttoned halfway from the top which shows off the scars on his chest. Black slacks and beige sandals which allow him to move comfortably. He carries a duffle bag which contains his little worldly possessions and snacks, attached to the duffle bag are a case containing his ukulele, which he loves to play. Tied to his side is a sake gourd, pearlescent white and much to elegant to not contrast with his otherwise scruffy appearance and a metal club
Personality: Too see anything but the widest of grins on Karna is a rarity. Karna is a hedonist, finding the happiness of others and himself in a priority. A talkative social bird, he follows the belief of the three holy trinities to happiness; Music, food, and drinks and such tries to make sure his friends are merry.
Karna has a fascination with the arts, and had grew up studying theatre before he was sent away from his home. Often any place he in is filled with relaxing music from his Ukulele. Karna himself is a natural baritone and tries to get people to break into song and dance with him. It rarely works. Despite this he is incredibly bad with painting or drawing unable to draw more than crude artworks.
The young wanderer always keeps snacks with in him in his duffel bag, candies and pastries he finds locally and tries to keep in good condition to share with those around him. Karna is quite fond of sweets and gets excited and bouncy when it comes to trying out new food.
Always at his side is his sake gourd, a gift from his late blood brother and an inside joke between them. The gourd is filled with fine rice wine, something he cherishes and reminds him so much of home. Due to the varying laws of the places he travels he tends to offer it to anyone he comes across, nor sees carrying it around a problem.
While it seldom surfaces, Karna has a lot of suppressed rage, years of blood knight tendencies and anger issues pushed down from his years at the temple and eventually stamped out to fulfill his new philosophy. His natural instincts in battle are brutal and to further hold these urges back in a fight he mostly holds to defensive tactics; which conflicts with his very much offense-oriented powers. His rage is like water boiling over thick rubber; hard to notice but when it bursts it explodes violently.
He is incredibly loyal to those he meets, finding strength in camaraderie. However he is not one to take betrayal lightly and is one of his greatest anger points. He dislikes liars, and those of a manipulative nature.
Weaknesses:
The largest of his strengths is also his greatest weakness, as when his giant is corporeal (as it is whenever he needs to attack) any damage that is inflicted either upon the user or the soul is also dealt to the other. Meaning that his giant’s iron armor and natural defenses can only protect so much and mostly either serves as a Dampener or to save someone else. As the center of the soul is at the solar plexus, any substantial force to the solar plexus can stun both the giant and Karna.
Karna is also narcoleptic, which can be inconvenient as he can fall asleep in the most critical of situations. Even while awake, his fighting of his urges makes him take to the defensive more often than not, and pushes himself to only fight to defend someone. His loyalty can make him blind to what should be obvious, susceptible to manipulations and trickery.
Strengths: Karna is a force to be reckoned with, a vanguard and loyal ally to his friends. And a force of destruction to his enemies (when he can be bothered). Fast, durable and strong, his soul force when out of control had enough power to go toe to toe with two masters. A surprising amount of wisdom and guile lies underneath the goofy grin, and can read people well. He is moderately intelligent academically, though he has to be pushed to actually do work.
History & Family: Tobias Sinclaire was born to a middle class family in New Orleans, son of the owner of a popular theatre and the baker that often caters there. Growing up he had always had a great sense of adventure, often sneaking out to explore the streets in which he called his home.
He was never bothered when he had encountered the dead, many of the spirits he encountered were either friendly or kept to themselves. There were some days where he ventured in the graveyard, speaking with the spirits who were there, and others, particularly after encountering the rarer angry spirits where he stuck to the city lights or the comfort of home.
Eventually his pastimes caught the attention of local kids, where he was always called “Graveboy” and somewhat weird for talking to thin air. Sometimes the boys had come to poke fun at him, they tried to fight him before, he sent them home by wailing on them with a big stick until they ran away, bloodied and bruised. It was one the many scraps he had gotten into as he grew into his young pre-teens.
His renown as ‘That weird kid who talks to thin air and fights with schoolboys’ Caught the attention of his parents. Who had took him to a spiritualist. It was here they revealed his ‘great potential for the soul’. Which, to young Tobias, had meant he had a thing for music.
They sent him to a monastery, somewhere in Asia where the sun grew hot, and the world of technology he had knew for the thirteen years of his life had seemed just a fantasy. His master was an old fart who seemed to enjoy sitting in nature and drinking tea. He was Hui-Zhao, the master of the soul.
There he spent the next three years, training mind and body with the other two disciples. Vaan; the most studious of the three, and the one who argued with his master over his…less than ambitious life. And Suurah, the greatest fighter of the three, and a huntress from the villages below.
With them he had shared the culture of his home down in Orleans, the music and songs of theatre that he knew by heart and goaded them to dance and sing with him. They had taught him to hunt, the food of their homes, and the secret hideouts of the place they had grew up all their lives in. He had spent his afternoons by his siblings, training hard and working the body, and sunsets with his master, where he meditated upon tea and snacks. And slowly, but surely, Tobias had made this monastery his home, and during a desperate struggle to save his blood brother Vaan from a bear, he had unlocked his soul force and earned a name just as his siblings had. ‘Kumbhakarna, the sleeping Giant.’
It was a good life he had lived, on occasion he had slipped down the mountains to the forests below, playing melodies and soothing the spirits lost there. Until he had come across a wandering Geist, powerful and dark, that had lured him into a trap. The spirits had attacked him when he was unaware, and tried to steal his life force. His anger at being betrayed and fight or flight mode sent him into a state of unconscious, allowing his primal rage rampage through the forest and towards the nearby villages.
Vaan, he with the most controlled soul, had leapt down the mountain to try and sooth his blood brother, Suurah had followed to protect him. Despite his inexperience with his powers, the primal giant had proven to be too be a great force, holding it’s own against two Soul Force users for three days and nights. Vaan in a last ditch effort had sacrificed his life to merge souls with Karna, soothing him from the inside out. Karna had fell, and exhausted all his might raging had slept for a week.
When he had awoke, he had found his master in grief. Discovering what he had done, Tobias sought to leave the temple, and seek redemption for what he has done.
His only possession being the clothes on his back, the ukulele he had played that made his brother smile so. And a small gourd for sake that Vaan had promised to give him if he ever beat him in a fight; Serving as a memento and a reminder.
In Character sample:
It had been ages since he had last seen a city, hell since he had seen electricity. The architecture of this little village off the coast of London was nothing like the bustle and sprawl of New Orleans in Mardi Gras season but gods be praised for street lamps. The faint glow of sunset shone beautifully on the landscape as if someone splashed paint across a canvas and let it flow down the canvas in the sky in a sea of gold and indigo.
Walking down the streets he searched for a motel, somewhere cheap for him to find rest for the night. As he glanced at the signs of shops and the rare car rolling past he heard a tapping noise. Subtle to the ears but definitely noticeable. Curious as to the source of the noise he followed it, the distinct, musical tapping was easy for this theater junkie to distinguish.
‘Tap dancing?’ He thought to himself, moving down the alleyway, keeping an eye out for possible thieves. The noise grew
louder and louder, before he came to a small town square, dead quiet and abandoned except for a little girl. Approaching slowly, he heard her mumbling something
“Moses supposes his roses are toeses?” She said, fumbling the words to the song. “Oh no no no no.”
“Moses sup-po-poses his roses.” She squinted as she tried to remember the song. Tobias grinned, as he moved a bit closer. The girl turned to him. Let out an ‘eep!’ and floated behind a crate. The faint glow she, and all spirits emitted was a give-away that she died young.
Tobias raised his arms, showing he wasn't a threat. “Moses supposes his toeses are roses, but Moses supposes Erroneously.” He began, the little girl peeking out from the crate with curious eyes.
“Moses he knowses his toeses aren't roses.” He continued the tongue twister that he had repeated in his own childhood a thousand times before.
“As Moses supposes his toeses to be!” The little girl finished, her voice barely a whisper. “You can see me?”
“As clear as day kiddo.” He said, pulling out his Ukulele giving it a little strum. “So you love that movie too huh?”
“Do I?” She said, starry eyed. “It was my favorite movie, I watched a thousand times!” She tried to emulate the foot movements, recreating the (somewhat sloppily) the dancing in the film, her sandals clicking against the stony with an echo that resounded off the buildings.
“Well that song was never a solo, I’m afraid. Care for a partner?” He was tired, his body ached somewhat from his travels but the brightness in that little girl’s face as he asked that seemed to make him ignore that.
He stepped to the stone experimentally, his shoes clicking against the stone. It wasn't the best sound, he’d need some sort of tapdancing shoes for that but it’ll do. He started from where they left off.
And then they danced, he had taught her the moves he had learned by heart, slowly, and by the dawn’s rise she had picked up the dance. They had laughed and danced until the sun’s rise. And with a kiss on the forehead he had sent her off to the afterlife. He looked at the rising sun, slumping in that alleyway, and fell asleep with high spirits.