Hello everyone, the not-well known Faronel here! Before I begin, allow me to perform a bit of hypnotism: YOU SHALL NOT MENTION MY LAST FANFIC.
Anyways I am currently accepting character applications. I will make the skeleton, but I'm too lazy to fill it out myself. HA.
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Onto the story. GET OFF MY LAWN! (Where'd that come from?)
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Introduction: Light and Dark (Part 1)
"No, I'm pretty sure it's that way!" A knight stubbornly said to another. He wore Ironmight Plate Mail, Ironmight Plate Shield, a Divine Veil with a Stranger Hat costume, wielding Divine Avenger and Nitronome. His personal color appeared to be blue.
"Light, you're holding the map upside-down." The other knight pointed out calmly. He wore the exact armor as Light, only with black and purple, with a red personal color. He wielded a Gran Faust and a modified Big Angry Bomb. He grabbed the device Light held and flipped it around.
"Uh, I knew that- I was just, er, testing you." Light protested as he took the device back. The other Knight rolled his eyes as they went on. A few Wolvers here, a couple treasure boxes there, but nothing much.
"Something's not right here. There's usually more monsters in the Wildwoods." Light's compaion noticed.
"It hasn't been long since we were her- and, well, lost master's blueprints..." Light said shamefully. He brightened up as he saw something. "Hey look!"
The other knight looked to were his companion pointed. "Oh, the blueprints- in a Snarbolax's lair..." He sighed. The two entered the Lair cautiously, and noticed just after the gate closed- there's no bell. How could they pierce the inpenitrable hide of a Snarbolax?
They walked to where the bell should've been. Flattened grass showed that the bell had, appearantly, been taken. "Where's the be-" Light began, but was cut off when he and partner turned to see the roaring Snarbolax.
"Oh, great."
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Well there. Suggestions, comments, and applications welcome.
Name: Necro
Gender: Male
Race: Spiralian
Gear/Appearance: Prepare to have your mind blown.
His armor regularly consists of Drake Scale Armor and Magic Hood. He dual wields his Jalovec and Khorovod, one in each arm. His bristling buckler is strapped to his left arm. He has a special double sheath in the shape of an X on his back, which he uses to sheath his Jalo/Khoro. His Shockburst brandish and twisted snarble barb are strapped on a double layer sheath on a belt. Bomb bandoliers criss-cross his chest, with Sun Shards, super blast bombs, spine cones, and lightning capacitors connected to them. Has more belt sheaths that hold about 20 hot edges, which he uses as throwing daggers. Has a large pack which he lugs around, containing about 30-50 pieces of armor/weapons that's he's not using/planning to sell.
I really do have all that gear. Scary, huh? Ragecrafting = fun.
Weapons: Read Gear.
Special Skills: Very good at blending in with his environment. In semi-dim light, to the untrained eye, you would see no Knight standing in front of you, when in fact Necro is. Very useful for evading Grimalkins, which is a useful skill due to what he does (see Bio).
Bio: Necro used to be a scientist/scholar on the Skylark. When the SKylark crashed, Necro got lost in the Clockworks (his escape pod actaully punched through a thin layer of ground and down into the clockworks). He discovered Candlestick Keep, and learned about the Owlites. When he found his way out again, he told everyone about the strange castle he had discovered underground, and about a race of magical birds. He now spends most of his time down in the Keep, trying to uncover the Owlite's lost history.
Expendiblity: Would rather have him live, but you can get him killed if you want.
EDIT: Personality: He actually tends to keep to himself. Not because he's anti-social, but because he's always buried in a book or some notes or making calculations and the whatnot. He enjoys things that most others hate (Fiends, Blast Netwrok, Troika-line swords, using your brain and thinking), which causes some people to think 'wow-that-guy-is-wierd-lets-stay-away-from-him' kind of thoughts.