Post by Karou Chen on Apr 23, 2010 18:21:23 GMT -6
Karou Chen
The Basics
- Real Name: Karou Lou Chentist
- Alias / Codename: Shadow, Illusion
- Gender: Male
- Age: He is still quiet young 25 or so.
- Affiliation: Neutral)
- Canon / Original: Canon (Claymore;Anime/Manga;Isley)
- Face Claim [if original]: N/A
Personality[/size][/font][/color]
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- (Mysterious)
- (Transparent)
- (Quiet)
Powers & AbilitiesWeaknesses
- Illusion creation. Can Create images, solid images of himself, others and objects.
- Blood Magic. Blood Magic is a form of magic, barred by the essential laws. It is a dangerous practice. Able to open the gateways to the Astral planes and summon forth demons and angels. Most forms require blood sacrifices. It also uses the spell casters own blood to cast elemental magics, much more powerful and deadly then your normal elemental.
- Can be controlled by a series of words. Basically, there a few terms or commands, when spoken in Rhefugi the language of demons, Karou can be controlled.
Biography[/font][/color]
The Role-Player[/font][/size][/color]Karou Chen, born to Okasan(Mother) and Setsuna(Father) Chen, Karou was born a normal child. He lived a normal life for many years. It was about the time he turned 12, he found a mysterious book in her father's study. It was a book filled with magic spells and incantations. However, they were not of your normal nature. They were spells that could make a man's brain destroy him. Spells the required sacrifice.
- Current Residence: No real place of residence, prefers to keep moving, staying still calls for capture.
He spent the next 4 years studying and practicing the so called spells. His father only realized to late. His sixteenth birthday, he made a solid doppelganger of himself, and sent it to his father. However he still did not have control over what the doppelgangers did, and as forth, his father caught unawares was killed. Strangled, and torn apart. Karou, didn't see this as a bad thing however. He continued his studies, and drifted away from everyone. Secluding himself to himself.
At 18 he mastered one of his arts. He opened a portal to the astral, and allowed a demon through. His body was taken and possessed by this demon. Something he asked it to do. This aloud more possibilities. He didn't have to waste some much blood on his magic. He learned to use one small amounts of his own, draining the demon for the rest he needed. He sealed the demon within himself, cursing it forever.
He now lives in the shadows, moving from place to place. He has forgotten his previous life, and only lives for the new. He hopes in time, he will be able to live how he wishes. For now, he must find love but also defend himself and those he want to care for.
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- Name: Leon(Aaron)
- Experience: 3 Years in August I believe
- Characters: Nope
- Custom Title: Lord of Illusion
- Other Notes: RumandMonkey for helping with my name!!!
- Sample Role-Play Post:
Boom, boom boom. My heart beats in my chest. I sit here, breathing, watching. My life flashing in front of me. I heard the footsteps of soldiers storming past me. Their cries of anger ring loud. They are getting closer, I will have to move soon. My hands are splayed beside, resting on the hard cement. My breathing slows, my hands raise into the air. I flex my fingers, clawing them inwards. Two black balls appears within my hands. I lean towards one and whisper. "My friend, protect me. Take a shape, distract, kill. I take my leave. Goodbye."
He closed his hands. Two figures, identical doppelgangers of me appear only a few feet away. I hear the soldiers yell and scream. They take off after them. I sit there in the shadows, waiting, watching, breathing nothing. Millions of feet travel past me, my breathing picks up. My palms grew sweaty, my body tense. They all past, except one. He is slowly walking, and turns his head down the alley. I clench my fist, and swing forward. The air seems to tighten around us. A shadow seeps up behind him, and clenches the poor soldiers throat. I flex my hand, my fingers, and push them together. The soldier falls limp, and tumbles to the ground. I slowly stand, and make me way out of the alley. I turn and run. My feet pounding the ground as I ran from this terrible place.
He closed his hands. Two figures, identical doppelgangers of me appear only a few feet away. I hear the soldiers yell and scream. They take off after them. I sit there in the shadows, waiting, watching, breathing nothing. Millions of feet travel past me, my breathing picks up. My palms grew sweaty, my body tense. They all past, except one. He is slowly walking, and turns his head down the alley. I clench my fist, and swing forward. The air seems to tighten around us. A shadow seeps up behind him, and clenches the poor soldiers throat. I flex my hand, my fingers, and push them together. The soldier falls limp, and tumbles to the ground. I slowly stand, and make me way out of the alley. I turn and run. My feet pounding the ground as I ran from this terrible place.
