I don't know if Dyurahan is accepted or not so I will be creating a villain.
Name: Syrus
Appearance with armor
Appearance without armor
Physiology: 12, Male, accidentally placed tail accessory on his clothes which grants him fire but if it gets cut off, kills him instantly.
Race: Morai
Role: Villain
Fighting style: Uses swords that deal damage all around (Leviathan blade), puts them in front of himself to use as a shield, when about to get hit (minus the tail), he counters the blow and can launch fireballs for those gunslingers (Basically Drakon's regular fireball).
Personality: Smart, patient, loves countering people, loves taunting people, likes to work with non-tratiorus Morai's and a little bit crazy.
Biography: Syrus has mastered using swords when he was 2. As he was busy creating items, he found a tail accessory and thought "Do these work on regular clothes?" He tried it and to his surprise it worked but it hurt him a lot and when he tried to remove it, it would have killed him. He got annoyed at that fact and a human gunslinger attacked him in the same day.
Syrus couldn't get close enough to the human until he launched a fire bolt at the gunslinger who slowed down enough where Syrus finished the gunslinger. Syrus never liked humans because they always tried to attack him. He then went into a dark city called Morlok where a lot of Morai's where and humans but they never attacked back.
Syrus started to grow up in the dark city defending himself and shielding his tail since it hurt when people hit it. He learned that if the tail was to get chopped off, he would die. Syrus got used to defending himself in the town and worked with other Morai's. Syrus started to relax since he was quite famous in Morlok and most people never got attacked. He often waits a day or two to recover from the battles the day before and is waiting for something to happen.
((OOC: I think the bio is too short and what about the other RP Reborn Thin?))
You didn't think I left did you? :P I just wanted a few days to see how the other bios developed.
Mostly heroes, hmm? Time for a villain!
Also, before I start: Thin, would you mind putting links to each poster's in character post on your first one? It's a jungle out here (not concrete) navigating through pathways of reviews and bios.
Name: Eridan Trensai
Appearance: I have no idea how to use a snipping tool, so it's the grey guy there.
Physiology: 31, male, incredibly quick, nimble, and precise. Currently mending a left wrist, heals in about two days.
Race: Human
Role: Villain
Fighting Style: Prefers to devise deadly traps to ambush enemies (not a generic "dumb" and plotholed one though). Dislikes close quarters combat, as he only has rudimentary skill with a weapon compared to most others, often resulting in various injuries. (think human assembly line vs. machine). Dislikes a fair fight, likes to stack the odds in his favor as much as possible in any way he can think of. If forced to fight one-on-one, will often seek a high vantage point to snipe his opponent with. However, any unexpected development not in his favor will often make him retreat, in order to devise a new tactic to counter it. He does like to monologue, but not in a way that would give his plans away.
Personality: Eccentric, antisocial, likes witty banter, but only to distract opponent and increase his odds of winning. Cunning, oftentimes will take the hard path simply to spite someone - right before he drops them into a pit with Quicksilver Slimes and blasts it with lightning, that is. Delights in making enemies die in a brutal, slow, and pain-filled manner. Often absentminded when scheming, and is easily distracted into another topic, which means his said banter can be turned against him in an experienced person's hands.
Biography: The Trensai's were a line of incredible individuals, living legends. Be it they turned their powers to evil or good, they almost always left a major change in the world before moving to the great beyond. Sadly, the family holds an eccentric tradition; any offspring must be left alone to survive with a puzzle capsule, containing a visual log explaining who xe is and xyr family. The family claims that only the most intelligent, cunning, and lucky will survive and pass on their traits to the next generation. It shocked those who discovered this outside of the bloodline - right before they were quickly dealt with by the Trensai.
Eridan was no exception to this custom, abandoned at a retired mercenary's home unlike most others (left on a rich person's doorstep to garner their income). Away from urban culture, he grew to despise human over-complexity. Ironically, he himself would later design Goldberg-worthy plans. His contempt grew to hatred when he witnessed the nearby forest, one where he had spent hours exploring its sun-speckled, life-teeming depths, cut down callously by the urbaners for need of fuel and city expansion.
Though most Trensai were raised in a loving and caring family, one which undoubtedly noticed their adopted progeny's skill and nurtured it, Eridan was thrust into a harsh nature in which his brainy bloodline was not used to. His father figure was nearly-helpless due to a combat injury, so he had to carry them both by raising a small farm. Its soil's nutrients had long been depleted by many a year's harvest, and they spent no small number of winters hungry and cold. He had no opportunity for education until he was in his teens, and his childhood had felt like something was constantly missing.
He loved it. Loved the nearby woods, loved the peace and quiet. Though to most his situation was bleak, he pictured it as a challenge, a puzzle. He tinkered with scraps of metal, and designed marvels from nothing to ease their life. A contraption which restored nutrition to their land. A robotic arm to reach the higher fruits on their trees. A-
{Yeah yeah, blah blah, good childhood. Could you speed it up already?}
Fine then. Anyhow, his talent was eventually noticed by an industrial company, and he was employed as an engineer in a factory, Long story short, the place was invaded by a group of Morai, giving him serious injuries. His mind, already filled with preconceptions and generalizations of humans based on the destruction of nature, made him think subconsciously that all humans were the same lot - barbarians who destroyed everything, even each other.
Following the attack, he fled, not caring where he was going, just somewhere where he could hide, and in time, enact his (misconceived) revenge. Arriving at the city of Morlok, he slipped into the rebel city, vanishing amongst its citizens. Over the years, he's had plenty of time to create and invent, and is certainly a force to be reckoned with.
He's currently nursing a broken wrist after "dealing" with a group of thugs in the place.