Post by Winged on Jul 17, 2006 20:00:49 GMT -5
Name: Isas
Age: 17
Year Added: Year Three, Age 16
Rank: Candidate
Appearance:
Personality: He is incredibly hot tempered and blows up at everything. He is not able to interact with people very well but is not shy exactly. He really dislikes crowds and people getting too close to him. He is pessimistic and always in a somewhat bad mood. He doesn't like telling people about himself. He also on the dim side and doesn't use logic all the time or think things out. He lives for fights.
History: Isas lay on the floor staring at the ceiling of the small house he lived in with his elder brother. He heard his brother come in from work and walk past the room he was lying in. Suddenly he stopped and looked back seeing his younger brother on the floor. "So you cut class again?" He asked. At this time his brother should be learning with the rest of the the town youths.
"I want to leave this place."
"Think of it as more training." His brother suggested knowing how passionate he was about martial arts.
"I only say really mean things to her."
"Her? You mean Shira?" Shira was their neighbor and Isas's best friend for years though his brother knew about Isas's secret crush on her. "Heh, so you were in your usual good mood today? If your going to beat yourself up about it afterward perhaps you should consider not yelling at her in the first place, hm? Just a thought."
"I can't help it. I'm not made for interacting with people."
"People aren't born social. Sure it comes easier to some people but most people, like you, need to work at it. Some more than others. Your just inexperienced. For example as a martial artist, you have the strength to break the table with your fist. But, you also have the self-control to stop your fist right before it hits the table. You weren't born with that control, were you? You had to refine it. That's the result of fighting bears in the mountains."
"I DON'T FIGHT BEARS!" Isas yelled turning to glare at his brother.
"Your missing my point. It's the same as interacting with people. But training for that isn't in the mountains- it has to be in town where people live. Mingling with people, hurting them, getting hurt by them. That's how you learn about others, and yourself. If you don't you'll never be able to care about anyone but yourself. You may be an expert fighter but you're still a novice in dealing with people. For the sake of the girl who will one day tell you she loves you don't run away. Keep training." Isas was quite for a moment then turned away.
"Hmph, as if someone would ever tell me that."
"And if someone did, what would you do?"
"I can't even imagine. I guess I'd ask her if she was sane." He said getting up and leaving the house.
It was later in that year when Isas was away from town training out in the wilderness. Returning at sunset he could not believe his eyes. A huge creature loomed over the city, breathing down streams of fire. A huge tail smashed into other buildings. Below it was a man killing all the people he meet. Then suddenly from another side of town came three warriors and behind them three creatures. The humans went after them man while the creatures attacked the beast. The pair that had been wrecking the town fled and the strangers followed, leaving the town in it's ruinous state. He ran into it yelling his brother's and Shira's name, hoping they were not dead. He burst into his house and saw what he had been dreading. There lay his brother on the ground, blood pooling around him. Blood that came from the long slash across his chest. Isas collapsed onto his knees next to him and took his hand. Suddenly his brother's eyes snapped open and his hand grabbed Isas's painfully. "He took her. Shira was here when they came and she hid in the room. I tried to stop him but her just pushed me aside and took her away."
Isas stared at him not able to believe it . "Your delusional and hurt, you need to rest-"
"I'm sorry...I couldn't...protect her..." And with that his brother, his only family left passed on.
Other facts about his past:
His mother left the family soon after his birth, because of this his father began to drink and not go to work and eventually one day just never came home from the bar, no one knows what became of him. After his brother died Isas started to dig graves but before really getting anything done the three people who chased away the man and beast came back since he had gotten away and helped take care of those still alive and bury the dead. They were Guild members and invited him to stay with them since he no longer had home or family. Isas agreed and thus became one of the Candidates after passing the test. in a combination of trauma and time he has completely forgotten about Shira.
Personal Element: Fire
Pets: None
Fighting Style: Hand to hand martial arts.
Weapon(s) of Choice: His fists and feet.
Spirit Name: Rontae
Sprit Type: Demon
Spirit Personality: He is usually very absentminded and friendly and a touch of a air head but that is only an act. Really he is cold and unterstands much more than he tells. He is very good at piercing through others emotions and seeing the truth in things though he rarely lets anyone know he does.
Spirit Combat traits: He uses dark magic and his own nails which grow and shrink as he wants them to.
Spirit Appearance:
Age: 17
Year Added: Year Three, Age 16
Rank: Candidate
Appearance:
Personality: He is incredibly hot tempered and blows up at everything. He is not able to interact with people very well but is not shy exactly. He really dislikes crowds and people getting too close to him. He is pessimistic and always in a somewhat bad mood. He doesn't like telling people about himself. He also on the dim side and doesn't use logic all the time or think things out. He lives for fights.History: Isas lay on the floor staring at the ceiling of the small house he lived in with his elder brother. He heard his brother come in from work and walk past the room he was lying in. Suddenly he stopped and looked back seeing his younger brother on the floor. "So you cut class again?" He asked. At this time his brother should be learning with the rest of the the town youths.
"I want to leave this place."
"Think of it as more training." His brother suggested knowing how passionate he was about martial arts.
"I only say really mean things to her."
"Her? You mean Shira?" Shira was their neighbor and Isas's best friend for years though his brother knew about Isas's secret crush on her. "Heh, so you were in your usual good mood today? If your going to beat yourself up about it afterward perhaps you should consider not yelling at her in the first place, hm? Just a thought."
"I can't help it. I'm not made for interacting with people."
"People aren't born social. Sure it comes easier to some people but most people, like you, need to work at it. Some more than others. Your just inexperienced. For example as a martial artist, you have the strength to break the table with your fist. But, you also have the self-control to stop your fist right before it hits the table. You weren't born with that control, were you? You had to refine it. That's the result of fighting bears in the mountains."
"I DON'T FIGHT BEARS!" Isas yelled turning to glare at his brother.
"Your missing my point. It's the same as interacting with people. But training for that isn't in the mountains- it has to be in town where people live. Mingling with people, hurting them, getting hurt by them. That's how you learn about others, and yourself. If you don't you'll never be able to care about anyone but yourself. You may be an expert fighter but you're still a novice in dealing with people. For the sake of the girl who will one day tell you she loves you don't run away. Keep training." Isas was quite for a moment then turned away.
"Hmph, as if someone would ever tell me that."
"And if someone did, what would you do?"
"I can't even imagine. I guess I'd ask her if she was sane." He said getting up and leaving the house.
It was later in that year when Isas was away from town training out in the wilderness. Returning at sunset he could not believe his eyes. A huge creature loomed over the city, breathing down streams of fire. A huge tail smashed into other buildings. Below it was a man killing all the people he meet. Then suddenly from another side of town came three warriors and behind them three creatures. The humans went after them man while the creatures attacked the beast. The pair that had been wrecking the town fled and the strangers followed, leaving the town in it's ruinous state. He ran into it yelling his brother's and Shira's name, hoping they were not dead. He burst into his house and saw what he had been dreading. There lay his brother on the ground, blood pooling around him. Blood that came from the long slash across his chest. Isas collapsed onto his knees next to him and took his hand. Suddenly his brother's eyes snapped open and his hand grabbed Isas's painfully. "He took her. Shira was here when they came and she hid in the room. I tried to stop him but her just pushed me aside and took her away."
Isas stared at him not able to believe it . "Your delusional and hurt, you need to rest-"
"I'm sorry...I couldn't...protect her..." And with that his brother, his only family left passed on.
Other facts about his past:
His mother left the family soon after his birth, because of this his father began to drink and not go to work and eventually one day just never came home from the bar, no one knows what became of him. After his brother died Isas started to dig graves but before really getting anything done the three people who chased away the man and beast came back since he had gotten away and helped take care of those still alive and bury the dead. They were Guild members and invited him to stay with them since he no longer had home or family. Isas agreed and thus became one of the Candidates after passing the test. in a combination of trauma and time he has completely forgotten about Shira.
Personal Element: Fire
Pets: None
Fighting Style: Hand to hand martial arts.
Weapon(s) of Choice: His fists and feet.
Spirit Name: Rontae
Sprit Type: Demon
Spirit Personality: He is usually very absentminded and friendly and a touch of a air head but that is only an act. Really he is cold and unterstands much more than he tells. He is very good at piercing through others emotions and seeing the truth in things though he rarely lets anyone know he does.
Spirit Combat traits: He uses dark magic and his own nails which grow and shrink as he wants them to.
Spirit Appearance:
It's Kyo! xDD
